Guns n' Roses (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Big black dogs dominate the town

THEN

"Dad wants us to pick up where he left off saving people, hunting things, the family business." Dean said to sam before entering his car.

Sam, looking from afar thinking about Dean,about how he can talk to him about their dad how he can help him cope with it.

Hey! We gotta go Bobby called me he got us a new case" Dean said while turning his car engines on, fixing his side mirrors. "What is it ?" Sam asked " Some weird mojo stuff going on in Greenwood, Mississippi two men died after said that theyre being haunted" Dean said looking at Sam

"Demon?" Sam asked "Guessing the freaky mojo behind this is the yellow eyed demon."Dean said pissed off more than ever.

Sam's phone suddenly rang "Its Bobby" Sam said showing his phone to Dean.

" Hey Bobby...uhuh okay okay thanks for the information Bobby" Sam drop the call.

"What ?" Dean asked "Bobby just gave me another information about the case that the victims complain of seeing big black dogs?"

Dean raised his eyebrows to sam "Let's find out what freaking happening to this place " Dean said staring deeply on the road.

NOW

"what's this? Pepper?" Dean asked when he saw black granules lay down on the man's door.

The door opened by a man with frightened eyes. "Who the hell are you?"

"George Darell?"

The man scanned them. "I'm not buying anything" then hurriedly tried to close the door but Dean's hand blocked it. "Looks like you went for the wrong shaker there." George looked at them, confused.

"Usually when you want to keep out something evil you go for the salt."

"Nah I'd definitely go to goofer dust." A hand opened the door, and there stood Vien with a knowing smirk.

"I thought new better boys." George looked at Vien, clearly alarmed that she knew them.

"Don't worry, they're fine." Vien said as she walked towards a chair and sat at it.

"Why are you here?" Dean said with annoyed tone.

"To do the same as you, babe."

"Babe?" Sam raised his eyebrows.

"I take it you didn't explain to Sam?" she said while playing a rubber band on her hands. Dean narrowed his eyes.

"I explain it to him very well." George handed them all whiskey then sat beside Vien.

"Mr. Darell, We know you're in trouble." Sam started looking concern for the old man.

Dean snorted. "Trouble you started yourself." Sam looked at him, irritated.

"But it's not hopeless as you think." He looked over Vien to see if she's gonna say something but it's as if she's more interested in her drink than talking the old man to ask for help.

"We can help."

Vien let out a dry laugh. "Already did that. Kid."

Sam, still hopeful still tried to persuade the old man. "There's gotta be something we can do." He said with a soft tone.

"Listen, I get that you boys want to help, but sometimes." He rested his head on the back of the chair. "A person makes it bad and nature's gotta lay down in it."

"I'm the one who called that demon in the first place." He explained.

"What you do it for?" Dean asked.

"Who don't want to be great?" Dean felt he can understand the old man, but still he thought, it's his own fault. "Who don't want their life to mean something?" the man continued, feeling every words he spoke, every truth he let out, it felt as if hell is crawling towards him or in this case sniffing him.

"I just...never thought about the price." He sighed.

"Was it worth it?"

"Hell no." Vien shot the man some side glance. "Of course I asked for talent. Should have gone for fame" he smiled and then looked down. "But I'm still broke." He looked away. "and lonely." He stood up again and looked at one of his paintings. He can't even brag his paintings to anyone, after all it wasn't technically his. It all belonged to the demon, he laughed a little despite of himself, and even his life belonged to the demon.

"But that wasn't the worst." It's true he thought. What was gnawing him deep inside was not the fact that he has to go hell, it's only a matter of time, he just made it faster, but the thought that he drag other people down with him was something who could not bear to see.

"Demon, didn't leave." He looked even more horrified. "I never counted on that. After out deal was done the damn thing stayed at llyod's for a week." He said sounding disgusted. "Just chatting, making more deals. I tried to warn them, but who'd believe in an old drunk?"

"We do." Vien finished her whiskey and stood up. "You can tell us the names of other people that bargained."

The old man looked at Vien. "Uh... there's the architect, a doctor lady" he didn't have to think that much, it was etched on his brains the moment they said yes. "I kept up with them, they've been in the papers." He let out a sad smile. "At least they got famous."

"Who else George? Come on think." He knew everyone, he didn't have to think.

"One more. Nice guy too. Hudson. Evan I think."

As soon as the old man said the name, Vien collected her long sword which surprised Dean and Sam. She strapped it on her back. She faced the old man and smiled genuinely then turned her heels away from them. Before she closed the door she stopped.

"Bye George." She said it aloud so the old man can hear it.

"WHAT?!" Sam said as he was astonished and quite angry that Vien just left like that. It was as if she gave up on George and moved on to the next. He couldn't understand why she suddenly left. This man deserved to be helped like others and she didn't persuade him any bit.

"Don't matter now. We done for." He breathe out when Vien had already closed the door behind her.

"There's gotta be a way." Sam still tried with all his might.

"You don't get it! I don't want to wait!"

"Look you don't want-"

"I CALLED THAT THING! I BROUGHT IT ON MYSLEF." His voice broke. "I brought it on them."

"I'm going to hell one way or another." He looked at them with almost pleading eyes. "All I want is to finish my last painting. A day or two, I'm done. I'm just trying to hold them off till the end." At least he thought, this is something I can say with my head held high.

"Now, go help somebody who want's help."

"But we just can't-" Sam insisted.

"GET OUT."

"You don't really want to die."

"I don't" he said quickly. Sam looked him, with new hope. See? he's still haven't- but before he can finish the sentence on his head the old man spoke again.

"I'm tired." He sighed.

When Sam was already out of the room, the old man murmured to Dean.

"Say my thanks to that Lady." Dean looked at him and turned his back without saying a word.