A Dean x Reader story

Part 11

"My league, what do you wish of me?" Medea asks the king of Hell.

"You need to make up for your partners incompetence those years ago. The girl must be in our control." He responds raising an eyebrow at the lesser demon in front of the throne.

"I will not make the mistakes of my shameful student. Consider her ours." She responds as she gets up to leave the dim room.

"That better be true, you don't want to experience what would happen if you were to fail." He says as his minion opens the heavy doors.

Medea shakes her head as she walks through the dungeons of hell to where the false angels are held. Walking into the room, a human would note of the despicable smell of death and body fluids, but Medea is used to the smell by now. Behind the thick bars are the human mutants being held to fight against heaven, she runs her hands across the bars as she walks by, the terrified occupants skulk back as far as they could to the cold stone walls.

"Hello my lovelies." Medea coos to one of the smaller cages which holds her prized prisoners. The most resistant to her malicious ways, are kept there, they will make fine warriors once she breaks them. The strongest of the two snarls at Medea, spitting at her feet and she chuckles. He would make a good general, if the king would allow it.

"How are you today Archie." She says to him, ignoring the other in the cage.

"It's Archibald." He hisses at her, Medea rolls her eyes at him before walking through the door past the cages. The portal to Earth hums with it's power, it leads to the hideout that was lent to her for this mission along with the goons that were assigned under her power.

Stepping through the portal Medea appears in the old mansion, various men lounge around in waiting for their commander to arrive. Upon hearing her heels clicking on the old wooden floor, the men turn to look and stand, realizing who had entered.

"This place is a sad excuse for a shanty." Medea sneers when the floor squeals under the weight of her loaned armada. Most of the men don't look to have nearly the strength or wits that she needs to complete her mission, rolling her eyes as she realizes they were the disposable weaklings in need of training.

"What are we going to do first ma'am?" One man says, sticking out from the rest of the group.

"Clean this place up, it's no place to run this mission from." Medea says glumly and peels some of the homely paint from the wall. "You come with me." She says to the one who spoke and walks back into the small room from which she teleported into this world.

"What's your name?" Medea beckons him over to the heavy desk in the room.

"Adrian." He responds, positioning himself in front of the now closed door.

"Are you aware of the mission." Medea states, more of a command.

"Yes ma'm." Adrian says standing at attention. "Retrieve the final false angels and return them to the commander alive."

"Correct, but we are after just one in particular." She says, raising her jaw up slightly to him. "Project X-636, you need should have the details on the subject already researched. Report your findings."

"Project X-636, known as (y/n) Singer according to adoption records. The subject was specially mutated to be stronger, faster, stronger and a natural leader. She has been placed under the care of Robert Singer in North Carolina, who is a well known hunter in accomplice with the Winchester brothers. She is meant to be the commander to lead the other mutants into heaven and distract them from our intentions to open the gates of hell." Adrian reports to Medea, nodding that he is finished.