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Supernatural - Shadows (Deanmon)

Supernatural one shot. Deanmon. Season 10.
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Shadows (Deanmon)

The eerie darkness of the thundering storm had engulfed the town and everyone in it. Torrential rain was slamming against the rooftops and anyone who dared to brave the storm was instantly attacked by the downpour. His intense green eyes languidly traced the streams of rainwater on the smudged and cracked windows of the bar where he sat. A malicious grin slipped across his face as he downed the drink clutched in his hand in one go.

Placing a couple of notes on the counter he turned to head out. Pulling on the sleeves of his jacket, he ran his fingers through his cropped hair and stepped out. The sound of the bell clanking and the loose bundle of notes on the counter the only sign of him ever having been there.

Stealth had always been easy for him and he blended into the shadows the moment he stepped out. He hardly had to wait a few minutes before his target came stumbling blindly in the rain.

"Galadriel" he muttered in distaste his voice gruff from annoyance at the oblivious angel plodding along in his ridiculous yellow raincoat. He could only follow him silently for now though.

They turned onto a deserted alley only for the angel to quicken his pace and disappear into the shadows at the end of the alley. He stops knowing that this leads to a dead end and calls out "Galadriel why don't we stop playing games and face each other. Come on out little birdie."

In a quick flurry of movements the angel runs out from his hiding place wielding an angel blade as he attempts to stab him. Before the angel can realize what is happening he is pushed into a wall with a toned hand around his throat.

"Dean Winchester." he rasps "Oh how the tables have turned. The hunter's become the hunted."

Dean stays silent but let's go of his throat only to place the first blade there.

"Ah I see the power of the first blade calls to you. It's created a blood lust. You might as well just get on with it. I hope your demon master Crowley saved you a seat in hell." the angel snarls.

"Okay first of all I'm not Crowley's bitch." Dean grinds out. He pauses for a moment before he slowly asks "Did Cas send you or was it my brother?"

Silence echoes around the deserted alley before Galadriel yelps out a no to Dean's hand pressing harder into his throat with the First Blade drawing blood.

"No? Well then this changes things. I have no use for you anymore angel."

Galadriel gulps as his eyes nervously dart to the first blade which pushes dangerously against his throat.

"Oh and that seat in hell you were hoping Crowley saved for me. I won't be needing it. I'm already there." Dean smirks as his eyes turn a terrifying shade of black.

Galadriel can only let out a gasp of surprise before his throat is brutally slit open filling the alley with a bright light.

Dean slowly wipes off the blood staining the blade in his jacket and watches as the water flowing around the angel slowly turns into a murky red. He gives one last smirk at the body before he turns and walks out into the pouring rain getting swallowed by the shadows once again.