ONSRA [MALEOC]

[CHAPTER 24]

Author's Note

I'm backkkk. Yes I know I suck, I'm sorry, I've had such bad writers block and then when I did start to write something I hated it and rewrote it like 8 times before I thought it was decent enough for you guys. But that isn't acceptable so I'm holding myself accountable and I promise to improve myself for you guys<3

SEASON 3, EP. 7
Fresh Blood (pt.3)

The low rumble of Beau’s bike echoed through the empty streets, the sound of the engine a constant companion as he made his way back to the rundown motel where he and the boys were staying. The search for Gordon had turned up nothing so far—just dead-end alleyways, abandoned buildings, and eerie silence. Beau gritted his teeth, feeling the weight of frustration settle in his chest. He didn’t even know who Gordon was, or what he was truly capable of. All Sam and Dean had told him was that they’d crossed paths on a hunt, things went south fast, and ever since, Gordon had been a relentless thorn in their side.

"Great," Beau muttered to himself. "Chasing a ghost with no face."

The hum of his bike did little to ease his mind as he cut through the dark, empty streets. His thoughts swirled with the nagging feeling that something wasn’t right, something that had been gnawing at him for days now. He felt... normal. And that in itself was anything but normal. The burning rage that usually simmered in his veins was dulled. His powers, the hellfire that crackled beneath his skin, felt distant—faded, even. At first, he thought it was a stroke of luck, a momentary break from the curse, but now, all it did was set him on edge.

The motel sign flickered in the distance, the neon lights barely illuminating the cracked parking lot. Beau pulled in, turning off the ignition and slumping forward, the weight of everything pressing down on him. His breath came out slow and ragged, and for a moment, he buried his face in his hands, trying to push the tension away.

The sudden vibration of his phone in his back pocket cut through the silence, and with an irritated groan, Beau pulled it out, flipping it open. The number was unfamiliar. Perfect.

“What do you want?” Beau answered, not bothering to mask the annoyance in his voice.

A low chuckle came from the other end. “Well, aren’t you just a ray of sunshine today.”

Beau rolled his eyes, already regretting picking up the call. “Only for you,” he shot back, his voice thick with sarcasm and distaste.

“Yes, yes. Let’s not get too sentimental now. I’ve got something for you.”

Beau waited, the silence on the other end dragging on for a moment too long. His patience, already thin, started to wear down further. “You gonna spit it out, or are we just gonna sit here listening to each other breathe, old man?”

The voice on the other end let out an exaggerated sigh. “Your generation… always in such a hurry.”

“Some of us have things to do,” Beau muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Get to the point.”

Another sigh. “He’s coming.”

Beau’s brow furrowed as he leaned back against the seat of his bike, confusion settling in. “What the hell are you talking about? Who’s coming?”

The voice on the other end went silent for a second, then returned with a sharp edge. “Satan himself, you dumbass.”