Dark-Hunters meet the Winchester's

Chapter 6

A tall girl bounced out of the darkness cast by the door, her slim waist encased in a black corset, her feet by black shit-kickers with black and red thigh high socks covering her legs beneath a short purple and black skirt.

Dark wings sprouted from behind her shoulders and elbow length gloves with the same black and red stripped pattern as her thigh-socks encased her arms and were partly covered by black leather glove-cuffs.

"Oh man... cute Gothic demon?" Dean chortled as he took at the tiny black horns perched in the waterfall straight red and black hair of the oddly mature looking girl who seemed to have the mentality of a early teen, and the attitude to go with it.

"Ooohhh akri... can I? Can I please?" She sang in a pleading tone to the man who now appeared from the shadows beyond the door as she licked her lips.

"No Simi! They are to here to help us..." the absurdly tall Acheron said in a chiding tone. He actually dwarfed Sam by several inches!

"But-!"

"No Simi!" Acheron said gently, "now come and let them in."

"Akri... you never let me have any fun! I only want to taste the demons chosen one!" She grumbled but stepped back, before stomping her goth boots, her flouncy purple and black skirt kicking up a bit as she crossed her arms across her ample chest and eyed Sam and Dean.

"I am sorry, Simi... can get a bit excited and admittedly she is a bit spoilt," Acheron smiled the faintest of accents colouring his speech.

Sam continued to worriedly keep an eye on the odd girl as she appeared to be making a list, which included several dozen bottles of BBQ sauce.

The man, while appearing deceptively young, gave off an intensity that would make lesser men tremble. However, the two men had seen more than enough that they were able to stand their ground, though they knew the reportedly 10,000 plus year old being before them could fry them before they had a chance to say BBQ sauce!

"Ah... no problem..." Sam murmured as he kept an eye on the object of their conversation from the corner of his eye when they began following the other man through the mansion, "was she... serious about barbecuing us?"

His voice went slightly high as he took in the girls slight narrowing of her eyes. Yes she looked young, delicate and female, but she was giving him a distinct feeling of ... power and danger.

"Oh completely, but she listens to me... usually," the tall man said with a small smile thrown over his shoulder, "Simi is a Charonte Demon, a very powerful and dangerous breed, and is over 14,000 years old, mentally however she is the human equivalent of a 14 year old, she is also to all intents and purposes, my daughter."

Dean, froze and squeezed his eyes shut, his lascivious gaze now firmly fixed on the back of Acheron head when they reopened strayed no where near the demon walking beside the other man.

Still a baby. Physically? No. Mentally still a baby! And she's his daughter!

Sam snorted from beside him, knowing exactly where Deans thoughts had been and they had not been on the conversation they were here to have.

The mansion was all cool marble and statues, truly the home of a man from ancient times. It's walls were littered with ancient weapons, and while its windows were covered by heavy curtains keeping the morning light out, the building seemed to glow from within, the amount of history within the walls illuminating even for someone like Dean.

Soon they entered a large sitting room where a massive flat screen tv dominated one wall in the first display of technology besides the door bell that the duo had seen since entering the building, several comfortable looking couches arranged for optimal viewing around a... coffin?

A tall blonde man rose from a dining table which was set back from the entertainment area and moved forward to greet them, shaking both Sam and Deans hands firmly as introductions were made.

"I am Kyrian Hunter, I've heard so much about you... everyone has," he murmured though his challenging gaze made it clear that not everything they had heard was good.

Sam smiled tightly as they took their places at the table while Dean seemed to be hypnotised by the big screen before him.

"Dean!" He hissed at his brother who glanced his way with a pleading look, which vanished when he saw everyone already seated.

"...pay day..." Sam was sure he heard him mutter. Rolling his eyes he turned his attention back to the two men who watched the interaction with some amusement.

Sam groaned into his hands as Dean finally seated himself.

"So what can we do you for?" He heard Dean asked and buried his head further in his hands.

He heard a snort and looked up to find Kyrian studying him wryly before he nodded his head toward Dean.

"He normally like this?" He asked.

"This is him behaving," Sam said deadpan and the other man laughed outright.

"Yo! Ladies! You listening to the conversation?" Deans voice resounded in the sudden silence of the room.

Sam threw Dean a look and turned his attention back to Acheron who now wore a serious expression.

"Boss man here is explaining that Demons of all sorts have made this city their home in recent months but more are still coming," Dean informed Sam who nodded.

"Which you'd already informed us of," Sam inclined his head to Acheron, "But are they possession demons or ..." he glanced at Simi, "a bit more obvious? You guys would have more luck ripping into them than we do?"

Acheron sighed wearily.

"Yes normally we would rip into them as you say, and the Daimons and other obvious demons who give us reason to, we do," he paused, "your 'possession' demons as you put it are another matter. They are possessing people in droves, innocent people, and sending them against us and we only have one person who is versed in depossessing these people and banishing the demons for good. And he can only be in one place at a time."

Acheron stopped and studied them.

"We are here to protect the innocent and when we 'kill' the demon, they just escape the host we just killed and move to another body, posing a huge risk to my Dark-Hunters who are vulnerable to possession," Acheron took a breath, "as I said we have one person with us who is versed in dealing with this, but he is only one and we need to manage this on a much wider scale."

Dean nodded, rubbing his chin as he mulled the problem over.

"I have a plan..." Acheron began, "it'll work with a little bit of help and tweaking."

Sam sat forward curious.

"How do you propose to deal with a problem of this magnitude with two... three people who know what they're doing?" He asked curious, his mind ticking.

"We need to do a mass exorcism," a familiar voice spoke from behind them.

Oh my... who could it be? 👀