xv; reminds me of you
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"I always come when you call. And I am your friend. Still, despite your lack of faith in me and now your threats, I just saved you yet again. Has anyone other than your closest kin ever done more for you?"
― Castiel, 6.21, "Let It Bleed"
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There was a sharp gasp, and Mark clutched his chest where the bullet had pierced his armor, crumpling forward onto his knees. "Jack," He wheezed, "Jack..." He looked up to the man, eyes watering, lips parting slightly to take in a deep breath. "Someone's seen us." His eyes flickered down to the ground, and he reached to pull one hand back, noticing the blood covering it.
Jack reached for his hand, clasping it in his own. "Mark," His voice came out uneven, shaking as he held the other man's hand, "hold on, please." Then he dropped his hand and turned up, brandishing his own gun, aiming it on the easy target of Dan, who was wearing purple. "You!" He snarled.
Dan was dizzy, which was why Phil dived over to push him away, gun on the figure of Jack now. "You do not shoot my boyfriend." He snapped, and then Jack took off his helmet.
He was grinning.
"But I could make your friend disappear." He said, holding the gun, pausing slightly for dramatic effect. "I can make your entire world disappear, Devil. You don't even know what I'm capable of when you mess with me."
Phil didn't falter, but his stomach felt like it had dropped, to his feet. His feet felt like stone. He took a step towards the man, holding out his own gun to Jack. "I can mess with you too. You can shoot me, but I'll shoot you too. We'll both lose then, how's that?" His voice was smooth, and his eyes were practically sparkling.
"It's good with me." Jack snarled.
However, no one had the chance to warn him before a katana sliced through the air and knocked the gun from his hand, the sound of Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody played through the air. "Surprise, motherfucker." Benji said through the voice distorter, and Jack's wide eyes turned to him, because he was supposed to be dead. "You can't kill off Deadpool like that, why the hell did you expect it to work on me?"
Before Jack could run, Benji elbowed him in the face, and he stumbled, hitting the ground. Digging a pair of handcuffs from his belt, he looked over to Dan and Phil. "What can I say? I was mostly saving them for my boyfriend, but I guess this is important." He leaned down to cuff Jack, and Mark held up his hands, moving over to hold his boyfriend. Benji didn't tie him up, because he was already breathing harshly.
Phil nearly tore off his helmet and shoved it in Dan's hands, rushing over to take Benji into his arms, holding him tightly. "Without you," He whispered, "I was so freakin' lost, Benji."
Benji hugged his best friend back. "I came when you needed me." He whispered, "I'll always come when you need me, Phil."
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you should go read my supernatural one-shot book because i'm back into supernatural to the point it's destroying me, so i'm going to write so much destiel whoops.
if you could sacrifice a couple from this book, would it be...
dan/phil
benji/dick
hayley/analise
dude, i pray no one says phan, that's all the book is about guys
you're here foR THE PHAN WHY WOULD YOU SACRIFICE THE PHAN
YOU ARE READING
dark devil ; phan sequel
Fanfiction[sequel to pastel prince] three years after the disappearance of the devil of london, after the crime had toned down and the heroes had faded to nothing but imagination, nothing but stories, someone comes from the midst, with anger and destruction i...
