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[Byrd Man]

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The waves loudly crashed on the shore as the gunslinger continued his treck down the beach.

His faded blue eyes caught a shimmering light off in the distance.

He was not yet sure what it was, but he knew what stood on the beach was indeed the next leg of his voyage.

After a two day trek, he had stopped in front of the object on the beach.

It was a dark red door, standing upright and hingeless on the beach.

His eyes read the letters at the door's top very well.

THE ROSE was written in the high speech.

The gunslinger swallowed hard as he grabbed the golden doorknob and twisted.

The image in front of him was one of intrigue. While on this side of the door he stood on a sandy beach in the late summer, on the other side was a dark and snowy night somewhere.

Pulling his duster tight and keeping his hat down, the gunslinger walked through the door and into whatever world was before him.

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He knew he was being watched as soon as he stepped into the snow. Four at least were eyeing him in the shadows.

He could tell by the smell they were not human.

Hearing a feral hiss, the gunslinger's hands became blurs as the ancient guns came to life, lighting up the night with their gunpowder and announcing his presence to the area.

The vampire that was closest to him buckled as the top half of his head vaporized, the bullet pushing his brains out the back of his skull.

The gunslinger turned on his heels, hitting the two vampires that were once behind him. They fell back as his bullets found their mark in the vampire's throat and jaw respectively.

The last one alive had gotten the closest, the woman was leaping at him as the gunslinger stepped back.

He looked down at the woman as she skidded in the snow. Stilling bellowing in that feral growl, the gunslinger looked down as he squeezed the trigger to his left revolver. It barely kicked as the bullet leapt out and killed the last vampire.

The gunslinger looked around as he quickly reloaded his weapons. Even though the fight had lasted all of five seconds, he had still woken up half of the village he now stood in.

Holstering the left revolver and holding the right one at the ready, he crunched on the snow as he walked the streets of the town that was called Barrow, Alaska.​

 

[Carnage27]

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[Red_Robin77]

Ray flicks his cigarette into the snow as he and the boys take aim with their proton guns.

"Light 'em up!"

The weapons burst to life, proton streams burning into onrushing vampires.
The bloodsuckers hit by the particle streams, screamed in agony as they burst into flames. Within seconds, their bodies bursting into nothing but ash and charred bone.

Liz, surrounded by a nimbus of fire, concentrated on a group attacking Hellboy. Within a matter of moments, the vampire assailants erupted in flames screaming as they were turned to piles of bony mush.

The remaining vamps retreated back into the Alaskan night, leaving the heroes to collectively catch their breath. Liz ran up to Hellboy, helping him up and checking if he was all right.

"That was more fun than the Fourth", chuckled Peter as he slung his proton gun over his shoulder in triumph.

"Like I always said...we got the tools, we got the talent!"

Ray smiled as he lit up a fresh smoke and surveyed the scene. Peter and Winston were talking amongst themselves, and Egon carefully inspected the puddle of goo that was once a vampire that Liz fried.

Ray took a deep drag of his Marlboro and walked towards Liz, Abe, and Hellboy.

"HB, always a pleasure. How are you and Abraham holding up?"

"Badly. You guys picking anything up from the remains?"

Angel, Buffy and (reluctantly) Spike walked through the deserted streets of Barrow in a stony silence.

"Remind me again why the others stayed behind?" Buffy asked quietly.

"Research," Angel whispered. Spike glared at the pair and Angel rolled his eyes. This would've been an awful lot easier in a town that was actually deserted.

"Perfect," Buffy muttered "More alone time with my favourite vampires,"

"Speaking of which," Angel said, hefting his sword up as a group of vampires came running around the corner. He swung it in an arc, beheading two fairly junior vamps in one motion. He brought the hilt of his sword into another vampires neck, knocking it back. Beside him, he was aware of Buffy staking her way through the mob. Angel continued with his tactic of beheading and he was fairly sure Spike was doing something approaching the same. A couple of minutes later all that was left of the mob was a large pile of dust in the middle of the road.

"Well that was suspiciously easy," Angel said as the dust settled.

"If they're all like this we shouldn't have a problem," Buffy said, wiping the remains of a vampire off of her top.

"If I know Marlow, he's keeping his biggest and best lieutenants by his side with all the captured humans," Angel said.

"I know I'm going to regret asking this, but why?" Buffy asked.

"An orgy of blood," Angel said grimly.

"I was right, I do regret asking," Buffy muttered.

"Over there," Angel said, pointing at a group of figures up the road a little. The trio hurried over, weapons ready to strike at whatever the town of Barrow had to throw at them next.

"Hellboy?" Angel asked, frowning.

"And those ghost guys off the tv," Buffy said, equally confused "and a fishman,"

"That's Abe. What's the BPRD doing here?"

"What do you think? Nest of monsters in Alaska. That just screams BPRD."

I turn aside from the group and bend down, examining the gooey remains of the vampires, a grimace on my face. Suddenly I feel a buzzing at my side and I turn and take a look. A message on voice mail. I play it, listening carefully to the communicator.

"Hellboy, this is Leonardo, leader of the Ninja Turtles. Tonight we ran into what seemed to be an interdemensional portal, which spawned a demonic ninja warrior. We figured this was your area of expertise...contact us when you get the opportunity."

"Ah jeez..."

I return a call to Leonardo, holding it to my ear. Voice mail.

"Leonardo, it's Hellboy, I can get you some experts if necessary, but you've got my communicator if you need anything. Something obviously made it so find that and you can get rid of it. If that means going through it's up to you. Need anything else just say."

With that I finish the call and put the communicator away, before returning back to the group.

 

[Gallagher]

Venkman, who was, up until the new arrivals, content with pretending to be interested in Egon's findings, swaggered over to the young woman flanked by two gothic looking men.

Peter flashed an award winning smile at the young blonde and looked her up and down.

"I don't believe we've been properly introduced." He said, laying on what he passed off as charm as thick as he could. "I'm Doctor Peter Venkman, leader of the Ghostbusters, you may have heard of us." He continued, holding out a hand.

"Uh... Peter?" Egon called from behind him somwhere, a certain aprehension in his voice. "You might want to back away from the young lady."

Venkman sighed. "Egon, I swear, you can have the next one."

"I'm picking up some pretty strange readings off of her companions..."

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Venkman, who was, up until the new arrivals, content with pretending to be interested in Egon's findings, swaggered over to the young woman flanked by two gothic looking men.

Peter flashed an award winning smile at the young blond and looked her up and down.

"I don't believe we've been properly introduced." He said, laying on what he passed off as charm as thick as he could. "I'm Doctor Peter Venkman, leader of the Ghostbusters, you may have heard of us." He continued, holding out a hand.

"Uh... Peter?" Egon called from behind him somwhere, a certain aprehension in his voice. "You might want to back away from the young lady."

Venkman sighed. "Egon, I swear, you can have the next one."

"I'm picking up some pretty strange readings off of her companions..."

"Whoa! You aren't kiddin", exclaimed Ray as he looked at the two men flanking the blond through his PKE goggles.
"These two are smokin'!"

"Got a pair of vamps over here people", Ray shouts to the others as he, Winston, and Egon draw their proton guns, aiming them at the vampires.

 

[Catman_prb]

"Whoa! You aren't kiddin", exclaimed Ray as he looked at the two men flanking the blond through his PKE goggles.
"These two are smokin'!"

"Got a pair of vamps over here people", Ray shouts to the others as he, Winston, and Egon draw their proton guns, aiming them at the vampires.

"Hey, we're not your average vampires," Angel said, putting his hands up in defence. He looked at Spike.

"Well maybe he is. You can deal with him," the ensouled vampire said, fighting to keep a smirk off of his face.

"You can leave both of them alone," Buffy said finally.

 

[Byrd Man]

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Wrapping his coat tight around his body, the gunslinger held the gun tight in his right hand as he creeped through the snow.

During his youth and early days in Gilead, he had heard stories of the vampires that called the wasteland Thunderclap home.

Always heard the stories, but never had met one until this very day.

He took a moment to convey his surroundings. He was outside, which was obvious, but he was also in some sort of small village. It was night, and the snow was everywhere. The footprints in the snow showed that either quite a few people lived in this village, or that they constantly travelled.

The snow crunched under his feet as he kept his eyes opened.

The wind kicked up as he walked, the smell of rotting flesh and blood filled his nose.

The gunslinger turned just in time to see the vampire pouncing in his direction. The whole stories had said the only way to kill a vampire was to stab them in the heart.

BOOM!!!!

Apparently, that was not the case.

The shot echoed through the night as the bullet tore through the monster's head and pushed his brains back out the other side.

The gunslinger stood over the dead body, examining the monster's strange clothing. He had on a pair of blue jeans, and a strange shirt with letters the gunslinger could not quite read.

"'Nike'? What manner of speech is this?"

He shook his head as he continued to march through the snow. He was here for a reason, and he had to find out.​

 

[Johnny Blaze]

"Hey, we're not your average vampires," Angel said, putting his hands up in defence. He looked at Spike.

"Well maybe he is. You can deal with him," the ensouled vampire said, fighting to keep a smirk off of his face.

"You can leave both of them alone," Buffy said finally.

"Wait a sec", Ray said as it began to dawn on him.

"You're that Buffy girl, aren't you?"

"Buffy?"

"Yeah, Z. She's know throughout the occult underground", Ray explained as he holstered his proton gun.
"A vampire hunter, pretty damn successful one too. Fits the description of her from all the accounts I've heard. Also mentioned she ran with a pair of vamps."

"That's all well and good, Ray", Winston huffed.
"But how the hell can we tell of this is actually the girl you're thinkin' of?"

 

[wiegeabo]

Analyst my ass, Jones mused to himself. There was something fishy about the kid, but he couldn't worry about that now.

"Yea, I drank out of the Holy Grail. I'll tell you the story on our flight out of this hell hole," he said as a reply to all the questioning stares.

"What's the plan here? Apparently I'm immune to these freaks, but you guys aren't. Do we have any idea how to kill these things?"

"Well...bullets don't really work. Slows them down a bit." I look at the others for some help. Felix and Sarah seem to be at a loss. Casey...

I have to do a double-take. Casey looking at the ground, and I can almost see his brain turning over everything that's happened recently. And it hits me. He was absolutely sure there were no such thing as vampires. That there had to be some other explanation for everything that was happening. But then, Dr. Jones drops in on us, and confirms that he's drank from the Holy Grail.

The. Holy. Grail.

And Casey's world has just turned upside-down.

"I...only know what they say about vampires in movies and stuff. Fire, wooden stakes, crosses, silver, decapitation, sunlight. I don't know if any of that stuff will work."

"The crosses might," Felix says. "If it didn't the...holy water inside Dr. Jones, it might not like crosses."

"Oh yeah, holy water! Uhh...I can't think of anything else."

"Fire..." Sarah says softly. And then a smile tugs at her mouth. "Maybe we should take Dr. Jones back to that bar before he head for the plane."

"Um...what?"

Felix starts smiling too. "That's a good idea."

"Um...what?"

Casey finally breaks out of thoughts. "Yeah, whatever. Better than staying here and freezing." Everyone starts checking their weapons. "Come on, Doc. It's time to get outta here." They all start walking towards the door.

"Um...what?"

 

[Carnage27]

Casey finally breaks out of thoughts. "Yeah, whatever. Better than staying here and freezing." Everyone starts checking their weapons. "Come on, Doc. It's time to get outta here." They all start walking towards the door.

"Um...what?"

"Fire, kid. Alcohol is flameable. Ya know for some CIA analyst you aren't that quick," Dr. Jones finally answered Chuck.

"And call me Indiana," he added to Casey as the group pushed out of the hotel. Before exiting, Indy picked up a fire axe that was lying on the ground.

The cold wind smacked him in the face like a ton of bricks, but he pushed on with the rest of them towards the bar.

Indy stopped dead in his tracks only a few yards from the hotel, "D'you hear that?"

"What? I didnt hear any-"a frightening howl cut Sarah off as a group of three vampires descended from the rooftops.

"Terrific..." Indy said as a skinny, blond beast rushed him. The vampire took a clumsy swipe at the archeologist's head, which was easily evaded. Indy returned fire with awing from the axe, which send the vamp's head spiraling off.

His fallen combatant's body twitched for a second, then fell limp to the ground, "Well decapitation works."

 

[wiegeabo]

"Fire, kid. Alcohol is flameable. Ya know for some CIA analyst you aren't that quick,"

"Oh, yeah...sure. Of course." I turn to Sarah. "You know I knew that, right?" She just shakes her head with a small smile and keeps walking.

"And call me Indiana,"

"No problem...Indiana. A guy holding an ax gets to be called whatever he wants."

We open the front doors, Felix, Casey, and Felix's men instantly taking cover positions just in case. But the street is dead.

"Burrrr....I thought the hotel was cold..."

"Shhh!" Sarah snaps.

Before we take a dozen steps, Indiana stops in his tracks. Everyone else follows suit. "D'you hear that?"

"What? I didnt hear any-" The street fills with howls as vampires seem to come out of nowhere.

"Terrific..."

Gun fires erupts, filling the street with their loud echoes. Indiana rushes right up to one of the monsters and takes its head off with one swipe.

"Holy crap!"

"Well decapitation works."

"Sounds good to me!" Casey shouts. He pulls a huge knife/machete thing out of nowhere, and stabs a vampire in the gut before lopping its head off. Blood squirts from the neck and I almost throw up. "About damn time they stay down." I just look at him. "What? Always be prepared, right?."

I look around, and we're completely surround by hissing, snarling vampires. They get closer and closer, with no fear of our guns. And I don't think Casey's got any more big knives on him.

"I think we're gonna need some help."

 

[NiteMare Shape]

"Hey, we're not your average vampires," Angel said, putting his hands up in defence. He looked at Spike.

"Well maybe he is. You can deal with him," the ensouled vampire said, fighting to keep a smirk off of his face.

"You can leave both of them alone," Buffy said finally.

Spike looks at the Ghostbusters with a mixture of scorn and utter disbelief.

"Yeah, we're the good guys here...well, mostly. You want to point those bloody things somewhere else?"

 

[Byrd Man]

"Sounds good to me!" Casey shouts. He pulls a huge knife/machete thing out of nowhere, and stabs a vampire in the gut before lopping its head off. Blood squirts from the neck and I almost throw up. "About damn time they stay down." I just look at him. "What? Always be prepared, right?."

I look around, and we're completely surround by hissing, snarling vampires. They get closer and closer, with no fear of our guns. And I don't think Casey's got any more big knives on him.

"I think we're gonna need some help."

BLAM!

A vampire's head dissapears into a bloody mist.

Bullets whiz through the air and demolish the heads of the undead creatures.

In almost ten seconds flat, a pile of headless bodies lay in front of the small party of travellers.

"You may not be among the undead filth." He says to the group with his gun trained on them.

"But the sooner you explain where I am, the sooner I put up my guns."

 

[wiegeabo]

BLAM!

A vampire's head dissapears into a bloody mist.

Bullets whiz through the air and demolish the heads of the undead creatures.

In almost ten seconds flat, a pile of headless bodies lay in front of the small party of travellers.

"You may not be among the undead filth." He says to the group with his gun trained on them.

"But the sooner you explain where I am, the sooner I put up my guns."

Out of nowhere, and in a matter of seconds, the vampires drop like flies. Headless, disgusting flies.

There's about a half second pause of confusion before everyone except me and Indiana have guns trained on.

"How about you put your gun down before we fill you full of copper-jacketed hollow point rounds?" Casey says in his oh-so diplomatic manner.

The cowboy guy doesn't even flinch.

"I'm Chuck," I say.

"Chuck!" Sarah snaps.

"Hey, I'd rather not see what happens after the ten seconds are up." I take a step closer to the new guy. "My name's Chuck. These things were vampires. And this is Alaska. And...you would be?"

 

[Byrd Man]

The cowboy guy doesn't even flinch.

"I'm Chuck," I say.

"Chuck!" Sarah snaps.

"Hey, I'd rather not see what happens after the ten seconds are up." I take a step closer to the new guy. "My name's Chuck. These things were vampires. And this is Alaska. And...you would be?"

"Roland Deschain of Gilead, son of Steven. Dinh of Gilead and last Gunslinger of Mid-world." He says cautiously as he keeps his guns up.

Most of the group before him appear hardened, or at least trained in the ways of combat, especially the one who issued the threat. All except the man who spoke up and called himself "Chuck". He seems soft and unaware.

 

[Johnny Blaze]

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[TheTurtle]

The 1st Doctor

Jon heaves the semi-conscious Doctor through the New York streets. He barely hears the old man muttering...

"Time... falling apart... can't see... Help..."

As Jon helps the Time-Lord through the streets, pedestrians stop and watch. Not one of them offers to help. They just stare, uncaring.

It takes an age, but finally Jon reaches the blue wooden doors of The TARDIS. He fumbles in his pockets and then jams his key into the lock. The doors creak open, and Jon pulls the old man in.

He puts him in the old wooden chair, resting his stick by him. Jon stands there, waiting. The muttering has stopped. He reaches down to feel the Doctors pulse... so slow... so weak.

Suddenly the engine grinds to life, and Jon rushes over to the consol where the rotor slowly rises and falls. Then a blinding light fills the room, Jon shields his eyes. Nothing... nothing but light and the roar of the engines. Then the light vanishes, and he lowers his arm as he hears a crash... the chair has fallen to the ground.

A small man stands there. In the Doctors clothes - but he is so much younger, with a mop of jet black hair upon his head. The small man beams up at him... his frowning face breaking in to a childish grin.

The 2nd Doctor

"Now then! Oh dear... oh, hello! Um... yes, Jon isn't it? How marvelous to see you again! Oh, this is interesting isn't it... no one working the controls. Curious... I'm afraid that might mean trouble!"

"Who... who are you?" Jon voice is unsteady - unsure of what to make of this apparentely harmless invader.

"Oh, come along now Jon. You know me, and I know you. You call me The Doctor, and that's who I am."
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[Carnage27]

"Roland Deschain of Gilead, son of Steven. Dinh of Gilead and last Gunslinger of Mid-world." He says cautiously as he keeps his guns up.

Indiana stood there puzzled, "Whoa, whoa. Gilead? Mid-World? What kind of nonsense is that?"

He raced through his mind and couldn't think of any place ever known as Mid-world or Gilead, other than in Jordan, but Roland defintely didn't look Middle Eastern. This guy was either crazy, or on something. Or both.

 

[Byrd Man]

Indiana stood there puzzled, "Whoa, whoa. Gilead? Mid-World? What kind of nonsense is that?"

He raced through his mind and couldn't think of any place ever known as Mid-world or Gilead, other than in Jordan, but Roland defintely didn't look Middle Eastern. This guy was either crazy, or on something. Or both.

"It does indeed exist." The gunslinger says to the man with the whip.

"You may find this hard to believe....but there are other worlds than this. Mid-World is such a world. I scarely believed it myself until I found the door. Come with me, and I will show it to you."

 

[Johnny Blaze]

The Amazon, 0100 hours

The sounds coming from the nearby jungle echoed in the guard's ears as they walked the perimeter of the compound. There were six of them in all, all armed with the best body armor money could by and M16 rifles. Their night vision goggles they wore enabled them to see perfectly in the darkness.
But they didn't help them see the attack coming.

Six well aimed and silent shots cut through the guard's heads, killing them instantly. As the limp bodies dropped to the cold ground, Twelve Viper commandos silently stalked in from the tree line.

Within a minute they had secured the perimeter, and Cobra Commander strode into the complex grounds, accompanied by Destro, Storm Shadow, Zartan, and his Dreadnoks, Torch, Ripper, Buzzer, Monkeywrench, and Zarana.

The Commander nodded at the captain of the viper squad, and the soldier ran up to the main door with the stolen key card taken off one of the dead guards.

The door swished open and the team moved into the corridor with skilled, finely tuned precision.
Two more guards on the other side of the corridor were easily dropped with two silenced shots. The team moved in securing the hallway, followed by the Commander and his entourage.

Entering the main lobby of the facility, the viper commandos encountered four more armed guards and three scientists. A brief firefight opened up, as one commando was killed along with all seven of the targets.
But their stealth was now over, as the alarm had been sounded.

"Zartan, Zarana, go", the Commander ordered as the super spy and his sister ran off, slowly fading into invisibility.

"Destro, take the Dreadnoks and secure the facility's exit. I don't want our only escape route being cut off. Storm Shadow, you're with me."

"All right, gentlemen", the Commander laughed as he readied his duel .45 glocks, "let the slaughter begin."

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The battle was over in a matter of minutes. Despite having the advantage of knowing the battlefield, the facility's guards were no match for the better equipped viper commandos and Storm Shadow.

Only seven commandos remained alive, but that was an acceptable number to the Commander. Hell, all of them could have died, so long as they successfully retrieved their prize.

"Careful with that, you idiots", the Commander yelled at the two vipers who carefully collected vials of a green liquid.

"If that toxin is released, we're all finished!"

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."

The vipers loaded the last of the vials into the protective cases and moved out of the laboratory. The Commander slowly looked about the room, taking in the scene. Dead scientists lay scattered about, killed by his ninja master. The refrigerators were empty, the green liquid they contained now gone.

The Commander chuckled.

"Commander, is everything all right?"

"Yes, Storm Shadow, everything is perfect. I think it's time we returned to Cobra Island."

"Of course. We have what we came for, it is time to see what Mindbender can do with this weapon."

"Oh, yes, Storm Shadow. The good doctor will be like a kid in a candy store when he sees what I've brought him. Let's go."

Storm Shadow nodded and exited the room, leaving the Commander alone. Cobra Commander smiled, his hood barely creasing to show the grin underneath.

"Yes", the Commander said as he turned and exited the room, rubbing his hand across the facility's symbol on the nearby wall.

Spoiler

"Everything is perfect."

 

[Carnage27]

"It does indeed exist." The gunslinger says to the man with the whip.

"You may find this hard to believe....but there are other worlds than this. Mid-World is such a world. I scarely believed it myself until I found the door. Come with me, and I will show it to you."

Indiana did not like the way this guy talked. Not one bit.

"I don't know about you guys," he said in a skeptical tone to his new friends, "but I'd rather not find this doorway. I'm looking to get as far away from Vampire City as possible."

He then looked at Roland, "And I suggest you do the same, cowboy."

 

[Byrd Man]

Indiana did not like the way this guy talked. Not one bit.

"I don't know about you guys," he said in a skeptical tone to his new friends, "but I'd rather not find this doorway. I'm looking to get as far away from Vampire City as possible."

He then looked at Roland, "And I suggest you do the same, cowboy."

"I agree. The time for talk will come later."

His hands moved like lightning as the guns appeared from their holster and in his hands.

 

[wiegeabo]

"I agree. The time for talk will come later."

His hands moved like lightning as the guns appeared from their holster and in his hands.

"Now you're talking. All we need to do now..." my spirits sink. "Is walk through the center of town..."

 

[Johnny Blaze]

Spike looks at the Ghostbusters with a mixture of scorn and utter disbelief.

"Yeah, we're the good guys here...well, mostly. You want to point those bloody things somewhere else?"

"It's all right, guys", Ray said to his teammates.
"They're the good guys."

The Ghostbusters lowered their weapons and eased their stances. Egon went back to scanning the area.

"So, I take it you all are here for the same reason we are?"

 

[Catman_prb]

South Dakota

The man in black likes this place. It's got a rustic feel about it that puts a bounce in his step as he walks through the junkyard. There are tyre tracks on the ground, fresh he'd say if he were a betting man. He knocked at the door.

There was no answer.

He kicked the door in, the wood splintering into a thousand little pieces that flew across the room. Flagg stepped inside casually, walking through the kitchen and picking up a knife.

He walked into the main room, letting a grin split his face when he heard the click of a shotgun being loaded behind his head.

"You're quiet," Flagg said "That's impressive,"

"And just who in God's name are you?" Bobby Singer asked, putting the muzzle of the gun against the back of the Walking Dude's head.

"I'm something else," Flagg grinned, moving with unnatural speed to grab Bobby's arm, pointing the shotgun up in the air.

"So here's how it goes. I'm going to ask you some questions and you're going to answer quickly and truthfully," he hissed, the smile gone from his face.

"Screw you, you demon sonofabtich," Bobby growled.

"Demon?" Flagg said, letting out a laugh like a hyena "you do me an injustice,"

"Where are the boys?" he asked sweetly.

"I'm not telling you anything,"

"Bobby please, you know I'm going to find them. Sam and Dean. It's just a matter of walking the right places,"

"Go to hell,"

Flagg sighed theatrically, before slamming the knife into Bobby's arm so hard that it went through and stuck in the wall. The aged hunter let out a scream.

"You're being most unhelpful," Flagg said "So let's have some fun,"