Supernatural: Wayward Sons: Monster Squad

Graceland, Part 1

The nameless boy, who had only ever been known to the world as the Anti-Christ, struggled with the wrist restraints that were keeping him strapped to the chair. A torture device was strapped to his head of the nine-year-old as the boy tried to break free, but he couldn't teleport away.

"It didn't have to be like this," Dawn said as she watched the boy struggle. "If they had only trusted me, none of us would be here right now. We'd be the perfect family. Lucifer the loving father, me the faithful mother, and you the perfect child. But it just had to be ruined because of that fool Azazel."

"Who's Lucifer?" the boy asked nervously. "I don't know any of those people. "

"Why, Lucifer is only the most handsome, most powerful, most giving creature in the world," Dawn told him. "And we're nearly a decade behind in your training. You were supposed to be the evilest thing that ever walked the Earth, and yet when I finally found you, you were wearing a Flash t-shirt and smiling?"

"I like the Flash," the boy said.

"Not anymore," Dawn told him. "From now on, you're going to be the ultimate soldier, and starting with this town, we're going to hand it all over to Lucifer on a silver platter. Get ready, kid, because Lucifer's rule starts now."

Dawn turned on the torture device as the boy started screaming in horrible pain.

"Such a pleasant sound," Dawn smiled as she listened to the screams.

*

Mike's Roadhouse

Asher was sitting on his bed, staring out of the window into the open field where his life had been destroyed by werewolves just days earlier. He was still touching the wedding ring on his finger as a knock came at the door. Connor walked in with a tray of food and set it down in front of him, feeling sorry for the young man.

"You gotta eat," Connor told him as Asher remained fixated on the field. Connor took a seat on the bed, looking for the right words. "Look, they told me what happened to your husband and... I'm sorry. It sucks losing someone you love. I lost my entire family to vampires, then got turned into one. Now I'm on an all blood diet and have to live on animal blood to survive. But you know, put a few herbs and spices into it and it's not that bad."

Asher's gaze remained outside as Connor looked out the window to see the open field. "Maybe Jesse's right, you should get away from this place for a few days."

"Do you believe in Heaven?" Asher said in barely a whisper as Connor had to do a double-take.

"Did you just--? Yeah, I guess, not that I expect to get there,"

"The Reaper said Mason would be waiting for me, but it hurts having to wait to be with him. It physically hurts. I want to die, Connor, but I can't kill myself."

"And you're telling me this because..."

"I want you to kill me,"

*

"Come on, Alfie, you've been saying you wanted to be an angel again," Jesse said as he stood outside of the bathroom door. He was propping himself up against the wall, still trying to regain his strength from the previous evening when he'd teleported himself, Alfie and Connor to the roadhouse. He hadn't told his friends, but ever since he'd been depowered, he'd started feeling weaker every time he pushed his powers. "Now's your chance, while Ben and Adam aren't here to treat us like babies!"

"AH! I got shampoo in my eyes!" Alfie said from the shower. "Johnson & Johnson have deceived me!"

"Alfie, you can be an angel again. And with everything Gabriel told me, you'd be one of the few angels whose wings aren't broken. You'd be superior to most of your brothers and sisters."