Comfort You ~ Dean/Vergil
Title: Comfort You
Author: Inverse
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Devil May Cry/Supernatural, Dean/Vergil: Comfort - "Looking after little brother."
Words: ???
The guy didn’t just look shady, he felt shady, and Dean isn’t even into that mind reading mystic crap like Sammy is. So of course, Dean went to take a seat across from him, sucking the lingering traces of froth off his fingers from his glass of beer.
He might not have even noticed the dude, sitting in a far corner at the Roadhouse, long black coat making him a darker smudge against the twilight summer shadows. But his hair certainly did stand out; a shock of white in the gloom. Something about it made Dean think it was natural, and that was just fuckin’ creepy.
“Hey there,” Dean said with the intention of an introduction, welcome to the town, who the hell are you, the usual shit. “I’m De-“
“Dean Winchester. I know. “ The voice came out low, slow, and easy. Dean pursed his lips in a tight smile.
“Okay…that’s kinda creepy. Wanna tell me how you know my name? I haven’t seen you at the Roadhouse before,” Dean said after a long pull from his beer. Seemed he might need it dealing with this dude.
“My name’s Virgil, Virgil Sparda. And I know who you are because Dante’s looking for you younger brother,” Virgil said with a smirk that could even rival Dean’s if put to the test.
Dean was fine with all that too, up until the point where the names Sammy and stranger were uttered in the same sentence. Then Dean’s protective older brother senses kicked in.
“Who the hell is Dante and why’s he looking for Sammy?” Dean’s beer, however good it was, and however much he might need it, say forgotten. But Virgil’s next response was one that surprised him.
“Dante’s my little brother, and he’s a hunter like you and Sammy are.” There were two things about the way Virgil said that, that made Dean really stop and listen. The first was a soft note of affection when Virgil mentioned his brother and the second was the bite of distaste on the term ‘hunter’.
Dean decided to ignore the second observation for now and focus on the first, something he could better relate to.
“Pain in the ass, aren’t they?” He asked, putting on his best charming smile. Virgil just cocked a brow.
“Who…little brothers? Yeah, they are.”
Dean snorted, and his drink was raised, a quarter of the glass disappearing down his gullet.
“Why are you so worried about your boy talking to Sammy?” Dean asked, staring at Virgil over the rim of his glass. Well there was a nice subtle approach to the second earlier observation.
Virgil just chuckled though, his jaw clenching and unclenching. “Because sooner or later Sammy’s gonna figure out what me and my brother are…”
Dean’s gaze hardened and he set down the glass in his hand a little too hard. Suddenly his mouth felt dry and the brew tasted like syrup in his throat.
“Or yeah? And what might that be Virgy?” Dean sneered. The sneer stopped though when Vigil leaned over the table and sneered back, lip curling off a pointed canine, eyes just a little too-cool blue.
“We are what you hunt Dean Winchester.” Virgil’s breath smelled like the tang of blood, hot on Dean’s cheek.
“How good’s your brother?”
“Good enough to kill your brother should he decide to try and harm Dante,” Virgil retorted calmly.
“Son of a bitch…” Dean growled, hands clenched on the table. He was already halfway up out of his seat by the time Virgil shot a hand out and grabbed the front of his shirt.
“How much do you care about Sam?”
“More than you know…” Dean spat out though the clench of teeth.
“Well that’s how much I care about Dante. So let’s put racial differences aside and go break up the party.”
It took a minute for Dean to think it over, but it wasn’t a hard decision to make. Dean could tell Virgil was genuine, (racial differences aside), and they both cared for their siblings. So this once, Dean would agree. He’d just kill Virgil afterward.
Author: Inverse
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Devil May Cry/Supernatural, Dean/Vergil: Comfort - "Looking after little brother."
Words: ???
The guy didn’t just look shady, he felt shady, and Dean isn’t even into that mind reading mystic crap like Sammy is. So of course, Dean went to take a seat across from him, sucking the lingering traces of froth off his fingers from his glass of beer.
He might not have even noticed the dude, sitting in a far corner at the Roadhouse, long black coat making him a darker smudge against the twilight summer shadows. But his hair certainly did stand out; a shock of white in the gloom. Something about it made Dean think it was natural, and that was just fuckin’ creepy.
“Hey there,” Dean said with the intention of an introduction, welcome to the town, who the hell are you, the usual shit. “I’m De-“
“Dean Winchester. I know. “ The voice came out low, slow, and easy. Dean pursed his lips in a tight smile.
“Okay…that’s kinda creepy. Wanna tell me how you know my name? I haven’t seen you at the Roadhouse before,” Dean said after a long pull from his beer. Seemed he might need it dealing with this dude.
“My name’s Virgil, Virgil Sparda. And I know who you are because Dante’s looking for you younger brother,” Virgil said with a smirk that could even rival Dean’s if put to the test.
Dean was fine with all that too, up until the point where the names Sammy and stranger were uttered in the same sentence. Then Dean’s protective older brother senses kicked in.
“Who the hell is Dante and why’s he looking for Sammy?” Dean’s beer, however good it was, and however much he might need it, say forgotten. But Virgil’s next response was one that surprised him.
“Dante’s my little brother, and he’s a hunter like you and Sammy are.” There were two things about the way Virgil said that, that made Dean really stop and listen. The first was a soft note of affection when Virgil mentioned his brother and the second was the bite of distaste on the term ‘hunter’.
Dean decided to ignore the second observation for now and focus on the first, something he could better relate to.
“Pain in the ass, aren’t they?” He asked, putting on his best charming smile. Virgil just cocked a brow.
“Who…little brothers? Yeah, they are.”
Dean snorted, and his drink was raised, a quarter of the glass disappearing down his gullet.
“Why are you so worried about your boy talking to Sammy?” Dean asked, staring at Virgil over the rim of his glass. Well there was a nice subtle approach to the second earlier observation.
Virgil just chuckled though, his jaw clenching and unclenching. “Because sooner or later Sammy’s gonna figure out what me and my brother are…”
Dean’s gaze hardened and he set down the glass in his hand a little too hard. Suddenly his mouth felt dry and the brew tasted like syrup in his throat.
“Or yeah? And what might that be Virgy?” Dean sneered. The sneer stopped though when Vigil leaned over the table and sneered back, lip curling off a pointed canine, eyes just a little too-cool blue.
“We are what you hunt Dean Winchester.” Virgil’s breath smelled like the tang of blood, hot on Dean’s cheek.
“How good’s your brother?”
“Good enough to kill your brother should he decide to try and harm Dante,” Virgil retorted calmly.
“Son of a bitch…” Dean growled, hands clenched on the table. He was already halfway up out of his seat by the time Virgil shot a hand out and grabbed the front of his shirt.
“How much do you care about Sam?”
“More than you know…” Dean spat out though the clench of teeth.
“Well that’s how much I care about Dante. So let’s put racial differences aside and go break up the party.”
It took a minute for Dean to think it over, but it wasn’t a hard decision to make. Dean could tell Virgil was genuine, (racial differences aside), and they both cared for their siblings. So this once, Dean would agree. He’d just kill Virgil afterward.