Septiplier One-Shots

The Crossroads

hELLO ITS IS ME PEY AND I AM BACK. 

I'm in a HUGE paranormal mood today, and Supernatural is my favorite show, so this one shot came up.

If you don't watch Supernatural, basically what's going on is one of the boys is going to the Crossroad. It's an abandoned intersection made of gravel and dirt roads in the shape of a cross (in this case), and you take a photo of the summoner, graveyard dirt, a black cat bone, and yarrow.

The summoner places everything in a box and buries it in the center of the Crossroad, and a demon will come and make a deal with the summoner. The demon then gives the summoner anywhere from one to ten years to live, and the demon seals the deal with a kiss.

Warnings: Use of the word 'fag', 'queer', and slight body shaming.

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Jack slammed his car door with a huff as he clutched the box he was carrying tightly under his arm, stomping over to the center of the crossroad. He angrily fell to his knees and dug his hands into the gravel in an attempt for digging a hole. His frustration just grew more as dirt gathered under his short fingernails, him finally making a deep enough hole and shoving the box in it. Jack stood back up and kicked the majority of the gravel and dirt he had dug up back over the box, casing small clouds of dust to form around his sneakers.

"This is such bull crap." Jack mumbled, scoffing and crossing his arms over his chest sharply. "I just wanna' give these arses some payback." Jack was referencing to the people at school who had been bullying him since kindergarten when now he was a senior in high school. He was sick of being called names like 'gay boy' and 'fag'. He was sick of those people telling him to, 'go and put on a skirt already' because of his petite figure. He was sick of being tortured five out of seven days a week, and today had been the last straw when they stole his lunch money for the week.

Today was Monday.

He started pacing back and forth, shifting his arms from over his chest, to by his sides, to running his hands through his hair. Jack had even gone back to the box to cover it up with more dirt, hoping it would speed up the process.

About ten minutes after Jack had buried the box, he shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets angrily and started the short walk back to his car. He was practically fuming at this point, and he was pretty sure that he was leaving burnt footprints in the road. His hand was resting on the handle to the drivers door of the car when something stopped him.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Jack whipped himself around so fast he thought he gave himself whiplash. Standing in the center of the crossroad was a male who looked to be about his age. The guy had black hair styled into a sort-of flopped over quiff, and the actual flop was dyed red. His hair matched his plain black shirt that hugged his body tightly, along with the dark blue jeans that were on the guy's legs. Jack noticed him and the guy both had on black Converse, and his brown eyes were difficult to make out in the dark-but Jack could tell he had wire rimmed glasses. His voice had sounded deep and smooth, and Jack honestly wouldn't mind hearing it again.

The guy loosely crossed his arms over his chest and waited for Jack's reply by cocking an eyebrow.

"Who are you?" Jack asked, taking his hand off of the car door and letting it fall by his side. He took a step towards the guy as he replied.

"My name is Mark." the guy, Mark, replied matter-of-factly. Jack locked eyes with him as Mark blinked, his eyes opening back up again only to be entirely black. "You summoned me, didn't you?"

"Y-yeah." Jack said, frowning internally at himself as his voice wavered. Mark blinked again and his eyes went back to normal.

"So," Mark started, watching intently as Jack walked back over to him, "what do you want?"

Mark's hands fell to his hips as Jack responded. "I want you to make some guys at my school pay."

"Aw," Mark said, folding his hands together under his chin, "what did they do to a cutie like you?"

Jack blushed slightly and pressed his lips into a line. "Call me names, beat me up-"

"Ah, so the typical 60′s situation." Mark interrupted, taking a step closer towards Jack. There as less than a foot of space between them now.

"I mean, I guess." Jack mumbled, his gaze averting to his shoes. Mark gently cupped Jack's chin in his fingers and slowly lifted the smaller's head up to face him.

"Tell you what," Mark started, smiling mysteriously at Jack, "you're only what, eighteen, Jack?" Jack nodded and bit his lip while holding back the question of how Mark knew his name. "You've got a long life ahead of you." Mark shuffled the tiniest bit closer and lowered his voice to a whisper.

"How about, I'll just let you live for as long as you do, keep your soul, and you go ahead and still kiss me?"

Jack gulped and shakily nodded, feeling the slightest bit of fear. But this guy was hot.

So whatever.

Mark gently pulled Jack's face towards his and pressed his lips to the smaller's, holding back a grin when Jack eagerly wrapped his arms around Mark's shoulders. Mark's lips moved slowly against Jack's, and Jack could feel himself practically melting.

A moment later, Mark pulled away, changing his grip to Jack's waist while Jack's hands stayed on his shoulders. Mark pressed his nose against Jack's and watched the smaller smile.

"Are you gonna get in trouble for letting me slide?" Jack whispered. Mark pecked his lips again and let go, walking the few steps to the center of the crossroads.

"Wait!" Jack said, watching Mark turn around and look at him. "Will I get to see you again?"

Mark chuckled and looked down at the ground then back up at Jack.

"You know how to summon me." Mark chirped, taking a few more steps to get to the middle of the crossroad. Mark tuned around one more time, looking at Jack.

"And don't worry about me getting in trouble!" Mark said, smiling at Jack. "I have my ways, babe."

Jack blushed and tugged his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Plus, Crowley can't do shite to you when I'm around."

Jack smiled bigger and blinked, then Mark was gone.