|City of Salt
Author: PhanesPhenom PM
The Winchesters must team up with the Shadowhunters to defeat a common enemy. *I don't own anything. This is just for fun* (This is also my first actual fic that I published)Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural - Chapters: 11 - Words: 5,469 - Reviews: 15 - Favs: 19 - Follows: 46 - Updated: 01-27-13 - Published: 01-04-13 - id: 8876088
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Dean crept along the side of the old warehouse carrying a sawed-off shotgun. He reached the door and looked back. Sam was behind him holding the demon knife. He nodded and tightened his grip on the knife. Dean turned back to the door and kicked it in.
The place was empty. The boys looked around. Sam turned to Dean.
"Are you su-," he choked. Someone grabbed him from behind. Sam flipped the knife and stabbed it into his attackers side. The demon screamed and collapsed.
Sam retrieved the knife.
A door in the back opened. 5 black-eyed demons stepped though. The man middle sneered.
Dean took a shot. It hit the demon, but the other demons charged the Winchesters.
Dean took another shot and Sam killed another one with the knife. Dean whirled around to yell to his brother, but was thrown across the room.
"Dean!" Sam headed toward his brother but was thrown aside. His knife skidded across the room.
A female demon stepped on Dean's chest preventing him from getting up.
"I'm normally into this type of thing, but you're not my type," he smiled.
Sam reached for the knife, but his hands were stepped on by another demon. He pulled a small squirt bottle of his out his pocket and squired it on the demon. The demon's skin sizzled and he backed off clutching his eyes. He grabbed the knife and killed the burning demon.
Dean reached for a stray pipe and hit the demon that was holding him down. It startled her enough to release he foot enough for him to roll to the side. He got up. The female demon snarled. Before she took a step, her face relaxed and fell forward with an arrow in her back. Dean stared at her.
He looked around and suddenly 4 teenagers in black jumped out of the rafters.
There were 2 girls, one with black hair and a whip and a smaller one with bright red hair. The others were boys one with matching black hair holding a bow and one with golden hair and a smug look on his face.
Dean continued to stare them. They took out the remaining demons with assassin like precision. Sam glanced at Dean and shrugged.
"What the hell?" Dean asked.
The blonde turned around. A mischievous smile crossed his face.
"Hell? I've been told I have more of an angelic appearance."