---Jav’s PoV---

Though the walk back to the hotel was rather uneventful, we got quite the surprise when we tried to get back in. As I reached for the door handle, I heard footsteps rapidly coming from my right. Looking in that direction, I saw a man in a white coat running at me, some sort of wave-like blue blade in his hand. I saw his eyes drift to my own right one for a second, before they widened and he sped up in his charge. Wait, does he recognize... Oh this could be bad. Before I could react he was in front of me, his eyes glowing in rage, and he swung at me. I lurched back, barely managing to avoid his blade, and unfortunately lost concentration on keeping Sarah up. She hit the ground with a heavy thud, and slowly began to awake with a groan.

---Sarah’s PoV---

I woke up to find myself on the ground in a different spot than before, and I had a massive headache. Sitting up and clutching my head, I opened my eyes to see Jav and... Well fuck me it’s Dean. Why is he trying to kill Jav?

“I’m going to kill you like I did your colleague you corpse-fucking piece of shit!” Dean yelled with unbridled hatred.

Jav dodged another swing and glared at him, “I do not fuck corpses. A corpse and a zombie are two different things!” Dean’s eyes glowed brighter. “Besides, I don’t even know who you’re talking about, the only recent family death was- Wait a bloody minute, you killed Mary!?” Dean smirked viciously.

“Shotgun blast to the face. Felt awesome bro.”

“Alright, now I’m pissed.” He held his cane at a downward angle, “Claymore, activate.” The cane then turned into a large sword, it’s blade pitch black, which he held in both hands and prepared to strike.

“Compensating for somethin’ Necro-fag?” Dean taunted with his usual smirk.

James suddenly started yelling “Just what the heck is going on!?”

Jav cast an annoyed glance at him, “Shut up.” He then raised his sword above his head to strike and said, “Heavy Swing!”

When he brought his sword down, Dean quickly reacted by blocking the blade and pushing back. The ground shook as he blocked the blade with his, and he was having some trouble holding his ground, as his arms were trembling from the strain. He pushed back once more with all of his strength and launched a kick to Jav’s ribs.

Taking advantage of Jav’s broken defense, Dean began slashing away at his chest, sending blood splattering onto the ground with each strike. After a couple seconds of slashing, Dean jumped into the air and double kicked him in the chest and sent him flying a few feet.

After struggling to stay standing, Jav looked at Dean with hate in his eyes, “God damned brat...” Leveling his hand with Dean’s chest, he shouted, “Lock and Key!”

Dean’s limbs locked up and his eyes widened with anger. “Damn old man...”

With some strain, Jav ran up to Dean and placed his hand on his chest, “Death Siphon.” Dean flinched as a green glow surrounded Jav’s hand briefly, and the wounds on his chest stopped bleeding and healed slightly.

Just as the locking effect went away, Jav swung downwards again and yelled, “Heavy Swing!” Dean managed to dodge, but not before getting a good look at the shattered ground where he once stood, numerous large cracks spreading from the spot. Dean quickly kicked Jav away and jumped away onto a street post.

“Really now? I guess I’m done masterbating with my nipples and have to start beating your ass.” He said with a raised eyebrow and a glare. He jumped off of the rail and in mid-air swung his sword in a downward arc. “Arctic Dagger!” A familiar blade of Ice shot out and quickly trailed after Jav. It hit its mark as Dean landed and made even more cuts on his whole body then just his chest.

Clutching his chest, Jav looked at Dean in anger, “I don’t understand why Sarah spoke so highly of you last night, you are a rude, violent bastard, and if it weren’t for the fact that she likes you so much I would be tempted to tear you to pieces.”

Dean laughed. “Sounds like someone is a little butt-hurt. Let’s list off your failures so far.” He mocked as he held up a hand. “One: you’re piece of shit necromancer. Two: I’m Dean fuck-mothering Marcelo. Three: refer to number two asswipe. Besides that, did you honestly think a Knight of the Holy Lance would be beaten by a goddamn necromancer?” He taunted with a sneer.

“Okay,” he responded, “one: I don’t like being a necromancer all that much. Two: why should I care? I have no clue who you even are. And I couldn’t care less if you’re a Knight, you threatened me and by extension everyone with me, so I’ll fight you if I have too.”

Dean raised his hands in mock defense. “Watch out everyone we have badass over here!” He yelled before he turned serious. “Yeah, let’s get one thing straight. I didn’t threaten Sarah, I think she’s a good kid,” The fuck man I’m almost fucking twenty one years old, “so I don’t know why she’s traveling with someone like you. Don’t confuse me trying to kill you as me trying to kill the others.” He calmly told him.

Arlosia leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I think I remember how to open a hole to the Twisting Nether, maybe I can....”

“No,” I said, “just... just don’t.”

“Aw come on, why not? Guy’s a complete prick!”

I sighed and shook my head, finally out of whatever daze I was in from waking up, “I’ll try and reason with him.” I then silently walked over to Dean, who was still glaring at Jav, and tried my best to calm him down. By that I mean I kicked him the shin and yelled, “Would you fucking stop already!?”

Dean began hopping on one foot as he held his knee. “OW! What the fuck!?!” He swore in pain.

“I’m sorry, I guess I wasn’t clear enough in negotiation, let me try again.” I then kicked his other shin, hoping to get the point across. “Understand yet, or should I continue?”

Dean rose from the ground he fell on and glared at me, “Was that really fucking necessary?” He asked me angrily.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I said sarcastically. I then pointed to Jav and glared at Dean, “Was that?”

Dean rolled his eyes, “I’ve fought that bag of cock’s relative, I’d have to say yes since she was one big psycho bitch with kleptomania of people and turning them into one big sack of fuck! I ain’t going to let him continue her work, not after all that work I put in to stopping it.”

I heard Jav yell from his place on the ground, “For your information, I don’t want to continue her work. I left the family ages ago! Hell, I’m glad you bloody killed her! Mostly.”

Dean shouted back, “I don’t give a beavers nipple! You’re a damn necromancer, and I don’t trust you, since your relative didn’t exactly help paint a good picture of them!”

Deciding on a good argument to his accusations, I slashed him lightly across the face with my sharpened fingernails, “Alright then, fuck off you criminal piece of shit.”

Dean stared with wide eyes before he narrowed them and made them glow. “The fuck did you just call me...?” He whispered with rage.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “but I don’t associate with mobsters, after how bad an image the Blancas painted for me. It’s obvious you’re no better than them.”

At that point, a stream of mist actually started to flow out of his eyes as he began giving off a ice blue aura. His rage was actually fucking tangible, holy shit.  As soon as it came though, it disappeared. The fire died, and so did the glowing of his eyes. He started to chuckle before it turned into a full laugh.

“What? What’s so funny?” I asked in confusion.

Dean shook his head as he smirked, “Clever girl. I see what you’re doing. Not exactly that subtle, are you?” He asked with humor.

I shrugged and smiled, “Got you to stop though, didn’t it?” He laughed again.

“Yeah, I guess it did.” he replied with his own smile before he turned serious. “Still, I don’t trust him. Like I said his relative didn’t help, but I won’t attack him.” He assured me.

I was about to respond, but footsteps and a metal clanging interrupted me. Jav walked over, wincing and using his sword to stay balanced, and said, “If it’s any consolation, I broke off from the family after I learned they were doing that. The only reason I didn’t kill her along with our mother and younger sister was because she had escaped beforehand.” Dean nodded in understanding and held up a finger.

“I still have to be careful though. One mistake. That’s all it’s going to take for me to gut you.” He responded with determination. But he shook his head. “But then again, I’m pretty fucking laid back, so It’ll have to depend on what happens, I guess.” He shrugged.

Jav opened his mouth to respond, but then a look of realization came over his face, “Oh God dammit...” He then reverted his sword back into a cane and lightly smacked Dean in the forehead, “I knew I heard your name somewhere. That werewolf who killed me thought I was my sister, for whatever reason, and only figured out you had killed her as I was already dying. No wonder I forgot your name.”

Dean winced. “Shit, my bad man.” He scratched the back of his neck.

Jav waved a hand, “Whatever, now I can go on without everyone accusing me of being a bloody monster every damn day.” He then gave a smirk to Dean, “Mostly, anyway.”

Dean gave a smirk in return, “I ain’t even mad.” He shrugged.

As I watched the two converse, I felt a weight on my back. Looking over my shoulder, I almost knocked heads with Arlosia, who had climbed up my back to get a look at Dean.

“So...” She began, “We aren’t sending him to the Nether then?”

Dean raised an eyebrow, “Now, it isn’t my style to threaten kids, so... Fucking really?” He then stared at Arlosia with exasperation, “A blood elf? Really?” He face palmed with a sigh, “Honestly, I’m not surprised anymore with the shit I’ve seen so far.”

She leaned back a bit and her face scrunched up, “Well screw you too.”

Dean then had a look realization and held up a hand in defense, “Shit, kid I didn’t mean that I hate ya,  I meant that I never thought I would see a blood elf. Ever. I mean like, never at all. I just... Never mind.” He sighed.

After a short pause, Arlosia held out her hand and said, “O..kay then. My name’s Arlosia Nightwhisper. Nice to meet you, I think?”

Dean smiled apologetically and took the hand and shook it, “Dean Marcelo. Nice to meet you too.” He introduced himself.

Feral walked up and sat next to me, and Ardiente looked up tiredly from his back, “Oh great, it’s you. The guy who killed everyone at the Blancas house and probably scarred me for life. Joy.” Dean eye twitched in annoyance.

“And here’s the mare with a “Mafia” history. Besides, fuckers deserved it.” He did air quotes, fucking air quotes.

“Firstly,” Ardiente replied, “I just wanted them gone, not completely brutalized in every way possible. Secondly, for someone who talked about respecting family, you sure don’t have any for other ones.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Because you have yet to earn it! From I saw back at Manehatten, and now even, you’re acting like a lazy house cat rather than a mobster!” He retorted.

Giving him a level look, she suddenly used her magic to whip her compact crossbow out and fired a bolt straight into his leg.

Dean, having seen it coming with the look she gave him, he sliced the bolt in half and stared at her with a raised eyebrow, “Try a little harder noob.” He taunted with a smirk.

She gave him a tired smirk of her own, “Magic crossbow, gotta love it.” When he raised an eyebrow at her, she pointed to his other leg, “missed one.” She then rested her head and fell back to sleep, not waiting for a response.

Dean sighed as he took the bolt out of his thigh, “Well now I know what it does. She’s certainly never getting a lucky shot like that again.” He growled with annoyance.

I raised an eyebrow at him, “Given that she probably will never need to, I don’t see how that makes sense.”

Dean shrugged, “I don’t care, I still have a plan for when it happens. Always plan for the unexpected, even when there’s no chance of it happening. Learned that from the fucking Wendigo...” He muttered quietly.

“Alright...” I said. Hm, I feel like I’m forgetting something. “Oh that’s right, I’m supposed to be having a mental breakdown! How could I forget that. Anyone know where I can find someone that can be eaten without real consequence?” Dean then had this evil smirk, then started walking until he looked back at me.

“You want some food lassie? Let’s get some food...” He said with a sinister smirk on his face.

A little confused, I set Arlosia down next to Jav and followed him, “Where are we going?”

Dean chuckled with malice, “Oh, we’re going downtown. Where else can we find a hive of scum and villainy that won’t give you too much of a hassle if you kill them?” he asks me, expecting me to know the answer.

“A hospital?” I ask him.

“Goddammit Sarah...” He sighed and facepalmed.

“What? Doctors are fucking evil. I don’t trust any of them ,and no one else should either. Bunch of rapists and murderers.”

Dean raised an eyebrow, “What kind of fucked up hospital did you go to?” He exclaimed.

I scowled, “The kind where everyone is jacked up on mind altering drugs, rape is a passtime, and different ways of compelling subjects to commit suicide is good conversation.”

Dean looked thoughtful for a moment, and was muttering to himself, I was able to pick out one word. Croatoan.

“Oh, I almost forgot the best part! The only food his several different types of illegal and dangerous drugs. I heard jokes about hospital food being bad other places, but....”

Dean suddenly stood in front of me, peering at me closely. “What the fuck are you doing?” I ask him.

“Trying to figure out why the Croatoan virus isn’t affecting you right now...” He replied. His eyes narrowed before he backed away and shrugged. “Well, I doubt I’d find out here, so I’ll just drop it.” We then resumed walking.

As much as I wanted to ask about this ‘Croatoan’ stuff, I really needed to get something to eat, don’t need to go on a murdering spree in the middle of a crowded city.

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