WHO: Dean and Xavin WHAT: Demon!Dean runs into Xavin, who puts up a fight. WHEN: Monday, 6/19 WHERE: midtown WARNINGS: Violence, stabbing STATUS: Closed and Complete
Xavin was out wandering, hoping for something to take up some time, hoping for something to distract zir from the previous day's celebration. It had not exactly been a good day. And with so much happening, Xavin felt adrift, unsure, and filled with worry. Something bad was going on, with Dean and the demon, and with so much else.
And it felt almost like Xavin was no longer in place, like ze was somehow floating. Such feelings did not make Xavin feel very good and had led to this desire to move to wander, to not stop. Xavin had no idea what would help, what would or could feel better. And Xavin was hoping ze would find it, somehow. So, Xavin walked, and looked, and waited...
***
Dean was trying to lay low. There were only so many places to be in this town, and the being trapped was getting to him. Soon, he was going to have to seriously deal with some people, get them off of his back before words like demon cure or colt started getting thrown around. There were only a handful of weapons that could kill him, and his own was one of them.
He was heading from one bar to the next, cheerfully buzzed and successfully avoiding the right people, the urge to kill sated from last night’s murder, not really paying too close attention to the people around him. Of the three people he’d say had the knowledge to do anything to him, only one was a threat and as long as he wasn’t anywhere around, there was no problem.
***
Xavin was walking when ze saw him. A chill ran through zir body and ze charged, fury and cold will filling zir as ze changed form, uncaring about those nearby. From a small looking girl body sprouted a much larger, much more armored one, fire on one hand, the other resembling rocks.
“Dean Winchester!” There was fury in zir voice as ze charged.
***
For a second, Dean thought the person barreling toward him looked familiar, a pretty young thing and an easy lay, and for that second he was pleased, thought maybe he’d get some. The next second there wasn’t any familiarity at all and the pretty young thing was actually a bulky looking dude who looked pretty damn pissed off at him. With good reason, probably, not that Dean knew what that reason was.
It didn’t matter. He sighed, braced himself, ready to deliver yet another beat down. This crap was getting pretty old. He was going to have to really do something about all these idiots after him soon. People who’d known him were one thing. Complete strangers were another.
“Who the hell are you?” And what did he do to whoever this bozo cared about?
***
“My name is Xavin, and I strike for Dean, the real one. Whoever you are, whatever you’ve done with him, I will not allow you to use him anymore.” And Xavin let fire a fireball, anger making zir control erratic and wobbly.
Ze swung zir other fist around to try to connect.
***
Xavin? Like the hot chick?
The confusion distracted Dean enough that the blow actually did connect, his head snapping back with the force of it. Enough to startle, more than anything else, rolling back to look at the guy with pure black eyes.
“I am Dean.” Why did everyone think he’d been possessed or something? He hadn’t been. He’d been killed while bearing an evil curse, the first evil curse, and he hadn’t been burned, his soul hadn’t been immediately set free. It had been allowed to turn, and it was his idiot brother’s fault.
“And you’re asking for trouble.” he’d hidden the First Blade, didn’t need it, but he wasn’t unarmed. He pulled a simple tactical knife from his jacket. He could do plenty of harm with it, and had less chance of losing complete control over the Mark.
***
Xavin rolled back, and smirked. “Maybe? Maybe not. Either way, you are not the Dean who was here before. And whether or not you are a demon or simply acting like one, all I have heard and been told of you tells me that this is a fate you would have hated.”
Xavin rolled zir shoulders. “Bring it old man.” Ze was not afraid of a knife, even if it was magical. Even if ze was laid low, ze would soon heal, and then ze would have his scent. Even more.
One hand shifted, growing long claws. “Come to me, my pretty. Time to dance.” And ze charged again, the claws slashing out to try to strike at the man’s neck.
***
Guy wasn’t wrong. A human Dean would have wanted anything but what had happened to him. Human Dean would never have wanted to be a thing, had asked to be handled and burned so he wouldn’t be. He would have done the same for all the people who had failed him.
He danced back, eyes narrowing. What the hell was this thing? Nothing like he’d ever seen before. But being attacked put him on edge, he felt the power of the Mark surging, filling him with rage and a need for blood. He was going to get it.
Going low, he went for the guy, knowing like he always did that all he had to do was get on top of him, let his weight and the enhanced strength the Mark gave him do the rest. It didn’t matter if he got caught along the way; nothing this idiot had could hurt him. A slash, a stab, none of it would take him down. It would take the First Blade to do that, and every other injury would heal the second it was made.
Being a demon had some great fringe benefits.
***
Xavin started to spin out of the way. Ze was confident that ze could evade this strange being and take it down. But somewhere an alarm bell was going off in zir mind, and ze was losing an edge of that confidence. Ze slashed out with those claws again, hoping to take some of the other with zir, if ze did go down.
Ze would not stop without a fight.
***
Dean caught the claws in one arm, but didn’t flinch. Didn’t react as they sliced through shirt and flesh, leaving blood pooling in their wake. The cuts they left healed almost instantly and Dean used his whole body to just knock the guy to the ground.
He wasn’t a trained fighter, but he was a brawler, using anything and everything he could get his hands on to his advantage. That meant his whole body, and the knife he held plunging toward one of his opponent's arms.
***
Xavin stumbled to the ground, the air going out of zir lungs as Demon!Dean threw zir down, and ze struggled for control, vision blurring for a moment. It cleared just in time to zee that knife plunging toward zir arm and zir reacted immediately, using the arm to let that knife go in, even as zir used the man’s force and mass and movement to roll with the blow, and throw him off of zir in the opposite direction.
Pain sang across zir’s nerves, and ze rolled back to zir feet, slower, the arm that had been stabbed cradled close to zir body for a moment.
***
One wound was a good start. Dean went down, but he was back up quickly, knife still clenched in his hand, wasting no time. He knew better than to give the guy a break. He just acted, jumped him again, this time with a fist headed directly at his face. All he needed to do was get this idiot off his feet.
It shouldn’t be hard, but he obviously wasn’t human.
All the more reason Dean needed to take him down.
***
Xavin reeled back from the punch, and let zirself shift again, this time growing larger. One fist manifested those rocks that Grimm was so fond of, and slung at the man, then the other went into claws, and despite the pain of it, lit afire and stabbed forward.
One way or another, Xavin would make it hard for the person to get away without knowing they had been in a fight.
***
The problem with making him remember, was that Dean couldn’t be hurt. Not by anything like that. He couldn’t be hurt and he was just getting angrier and angrier, the rage fueling him. He ducked out of the way of the rocks, right into the path of the claws that he didn’t shy away from. Rather, he dove right onto them, his knife plunging into his attacker’s gut.
The angle wasn’t great, a lot of soft tissue damage but not a lot more, but he hoped it would be enough to distract him.
Yanking the knife out with a rough twist, enough to cause some wholly unnecessary pain, he tossed it aside and began pummeling the guy’s head with his fists. Enhanced strength and no control made him dangerous.
***
Xavin keened at the wound, folding over it, and then felt zirself start to stagger under those blows. Pain and shock swept across zir and Xavin knew ze had to either end this or find a way out. Ze, staggered back, trying to escape those battering blows. The constant battering made it harder to focus and shapechange.
Desperately, ze accessed The Invisible Woman’s force field, trying to deflect some of the blows, but unsure how much was being done as zir’s concentration was a little erratic as ze went down to one knee.
***
The attempt at a shield didn’t stop Dean. He punched, kept punching, fought his way right through the shaken concentration. Silently hoping that he’d just get this over with, he kept hitting, following the guy down to the ground until he was satisfied he wasn’t getting back up again quickly.
Only then did Dean back off, blood on his hands, stumbling a few steps to retrieve his knife.
“Learn your damn lesson.”
***
Xavin shuddered, there on the ground, and strove to rise, falling back, zir teeth pulled back. Barely conscious, Xavin fumbled with zir phone, tapping one button before it fell from zir nerveless grip, and passed out, feeling darkness swim up around zir. Xavin hated to lose, and hated this thing that had taken Dean.
***
Once, Dean would have made sure Xavin got help. He’d have asked questions and made sure he’d live, even if he wasn’t the same person as the hot chick he’d hooked up with a couple of times. Once, that would have mattered.
Now, Dean just turned and walked away, leaving him to bleed on the sidewalk.
***
Xavin was unconscious for awhile, rushed to the hospital eventually, where ze was promptly recognized as a refugee and shipped off to the clinic with only bandages over zir wounds. Once at the clinic, zir was given enough aid to start healing rapidly on zir own.