Too Busy Sinning™

On the Highway

Nico looked up, perhaps for the last time, at his boyfriend. Fear and shame boiled in his bones and while Nico's face was unusually hot, Will's eyes were completely cold. Nico would resist, but he couldn't help but feel he deserved this.

"Gods, Will I-" but he stopped short. At the mention of gods, Will's eyes flashed, turning from that piercing blue to a black as deep as oblivion. The flash took place in less than a second, but that was all Nico needed. His eyes narrowed as pure hatred filled his heart.

"Daimonion." He spat. He turned all of his emotions into rage, and let it loose, kicking Will's left hand, wielding the knife, as hard as he could. He then punched Will square in the jaw, who stepped back as a reaction, hand to his cheek. This left Nico enough room to stand, and he took the opportunity gratefully. Nico rushed out of the cell and closed it, locking the bars.

Will wiped away the blood coming from his mouth and began to laugh (Nico thought) quite maniacally. "These bars won't hold me." And in the blink of an eye 'Will' was inches from Nico's face, clutching the cold steel from opposite him. Nico flinched, but the look of absolute disgust and anger never left him.

Out of the blue, two men came barging in, then paused momentarily to take in the scene. But Nico and not-Will were too busy with their own matters to pay any attention to them. "What?" said the daimonion through a smile, "Does the little Death-Boy not like me using his boyfriend as a play toy?" That was it. That was the last straw.

In the background, the taller man yelled at Will. Nico wasn't sure exactly when, but his rage was very suddenly, and very quickly unbridled.

He cried out - a fierce, disturbing screech, then shouted as loud as he could. "LEAVE HIM ALONE!" and with that his powers exploded. Shadows leaked from both Nico and Will now, but for each it was different. The darkness seeped from Nico, swallowing the light, whereas it simply poured from Will.

In a few moments the daimonion had completely left Will, who had fallen into a fetal position. The last of the creature's shadows flowed through the cement and presumably, Nico hoped, into the Fields of Punishment.

Nico was still standing, but barely. To his right, the two men stood with eyes wider than a pair of moons and their mouths practically gaping. One of the men was average height, wearing a leather jacket, jeans and a green tee. He was pretty hot actually, what with his chiseled features. The other was so tall he might as well be a moose, and his hair was nearly shoulder length. His gaze was calculated as he stared at Nico. Eventually, the short one broke the silence.

"How in the Hell-?" But he was cut off by Nico promptly collapsing. Short-stuff rushed forward, and caught Nico just before he hit the ground. He lowered the kid cautiously to the ground. "Easy does it... there."

Dean looked up from the skinny boy, moving his eyes to meet his brother's. "Well, Sammy, where are we keeping them?

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A/N: I know this was supposed to be a simple solangelo au, but then I was just like demons? You know who likes demons? The Winchesters! My deepest condolences if you don't like supernatural, just pretend that Dean and Sam are some random characters I introduced. ;) Mmkay I'm out. WAIT did you guys get the title reference? Comment and vote!