The Axeman (Dean x Reader)

part two part two

Undoubtedly, you Orleanians think of me as a most horrible murderer, which I am, but I could be much worse if I wanted to. If I wished, I could pay a visit to your city every night. At will I could slay thousands of your best citizens, for I am in close relationship with the Angel of Death.

Now, to be exact, at 12:15 (earthly time) on next Tuesday night, I am going to pass over New Orleans. In my infinite mercy, I am going to make a little proposition to you people. Here it is:

I am very fond of jazz music, and I swear by all the devils in the nether regions that every person shall be spared in whose home a jazz band is in full swing at the time I have just mentioned. If everyone has a jazz band going, well, then, so much the better for you people. One thing is certain and that is that some of your people who do not jazz it on Tuesday night (if there be any) will get the axe.

Well, as I am cold and crave the warmth of my native Tartarus, and it is about time I leave your earthly home, I will cease my discourse. Hoping that thou wilt publish this, that it may go well with thee, I have been, am and will be the worst spirit that ever existed either in fact or realm of fancy.

The Axeman""

Chills ran over __ 's arms and she stared at the screen. "You know, when I was younger I thought this was pretty cool and impressive. Now its just bothersome. Like fuck off dude." She rolled her eyes and Sam and Dean chuckled.

"Well...Most hell spawn are."

"Where do you think he's hiding?" Sam asked.

"In plain sight." __ responded. "Probably an old factory or something. Google it."

"What about the guys old house?" Dean asked.

"Probably ripped down or concealed in overgrown woods by now." __ shrugged. "Our best bet is the factory."

"We're going to check the house first." Dean told her in a demanding tone that almost gave the girl a daddy kink.

Well alright, rude.

__ rolled her eyes and sighed. "Okay whatever."

She pulled a small knife out of her boot and started twirling it between her fingers. She could throw it at Dean for being so...so ho-stubborn. (she totally was not thinking of another word). But she went against it, only because she knew how useful he could be during the hunt.

Eventually they started packing their gear, __ once again putting the boot in place, then pulled on a ring that her best friend gave her when they were in high school. It had a concealed small saw blade on the inside as well as a handcuff picker.

[A/N: This ring is actually a real thing and its super duper cool, Ill try to find a picture of it]
(found it btw. tis the pic at the top)

Sam began to question what it was, but she waved him off and walked over to the laptop again, seeing if anything on Wiki would help them out.

*End of Flash Back*

"Dicks." __ muttered under her breath. A sudden movement out of the corner of her eye shut her up instantly, and instead she strained to look where the shape had moved to.

"Hey there darlin'. Shame that they ain't listen to ya. Damn you was right on point on where I was. If they had just listened, maybe you wouldn't be the first to die. Its honestly a shame i have to ruin such a fine face." He stepped out of the shadows and tried caressing __'s face. She snapped her head away and attempted to bite at his hand, which resulted in a deep chuckle from the dark figure. "You're the first one that got to put up a fight. Normally i just go right in for the kill, but honestly, I'm just using you to get to the Winchesters."

__ glared at him. "Yeah yeah, whatever, Momfre. Why'd you get into the murder business anyways?"

"Im just crazy I guess." He smirked and pulled his axe out of thin air. "You already know why. I killed that couple and it was the first thing in years that made me feel alive. Sadly, when I died I was sent to hell where I, over years, lost every part of my soul and became the very thing I pretended to be,-"

"A dick."

"A demon."

__ groaned and shuffled around with her ring, beginning to saw at the rope that restrained her.

"The boys should be here within the next 5-10 minutes, but by then you'll be too dead to say hello." He smirked and walked leaned in to her face. "So do me a favor sweet cheeks... Stay still."

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DUN DUN DUUHHHHHH

HA HA CLIFF HANGER

anyways, hope you enjoyed.

Ive got shit to do, and editing this isnt one of them so if theres a mistake tell me and/or just deal with it.

Love you byeeeee