The Evil Twin III

Irwin killed time by browsing the long-neglected Supernatural Record which, as the name suggested, automatically collects, records and categorizes the supernatural entities he kills or encounters.

Currently, Irwin was learning about demons. More specifically, the types and categories created by the system.

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▪︎ Celestials

▪︎ Creatures

▪︎ Demihumans

▪︎ Infernals

▪︎ Monstrosities

▪︎ Spirits

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[ Infernals ]

[Demonic entities are categorized by their corruption, longevity and magical power.]

▪︎ Class 0 - Special

▪︎ Class 1 - Drudges

▪︎ ???

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[ Class 0 - Special ]

Special types are characterized by their inadherence to usual infernal types, such as extremely niche magic, supernatural ability, or distinct fighting style.

▪︎ Knights Of Hell

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[Knights Of Hell]

A group of ancient demons trained by Cain to fight at the behest of their master, Lucifer.

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Understandably, most of the information was either short, full of question marks, or does not have information at all. He suspects that most of the information regarding demons came from his television journal. He checked and his conjecture seemed to be true, for the page that spoke about the Knights of Hell had only one sentence.

With that in mind, Irwin vowed to write down more details of the television show in his journal so that once his memory dries up like a well in a desert, he can just read it.

His thoughts ended when his visitor knocked on his hotel room door. Speaking of, he had changed hotels after that incident with the bedbugs. The hotel management were quite insistent that they had no cases of any parasitic creature in their rooms, but the Yelp review had already gained traction as more reviewers came out of the woodwork and kicked the hotel while it was down.

"Come in." He ordered, his foot on the ottoman as he sat in a luxurious position.

There entered Sam and Dean Winchester, both clad in suits, as they gazed at the fancy hotel room. The two hunters mostly used run-down mills who paid by the hour, having been taught to always be on the move and to be invisible. As such, the sight of a stately room that Irwin occupied had rocked their gentle boats.

"Welcome. Dean, there's a minibar there. Sam, the room on the left is yours until the end of your stay here. There are these little bath bombs which are delightfully relaxing. Do try it."

He could hear them whispering to each other after his spiel.

"You're right, Sammy. I really won't regret it."

"Ugh. Dean, don't drink too much."

"What? It's a free bar!" Dean then looked back towards Irwin and asked, "This is free, right?"

"Yes."

He smirked. "I like the cut of your jig!" Before going back to picking four bottles.

Sam shook his head at his brother's antics as he took a seat on the ornate coach, before he took out the stack of paper Ash had given them and placed it on the coffee table. "Whew! So comfy. Anyway, that's what Ash gave us. I know you don't need it, but since we have the time…"

"There's no need." Irwin replied, taking a sip of his coke and ice in a clear glass. "I made contact last night. Told him of our problem."

"What?" Sam was aghast, anger blooming in his heart. "Why'd you do that? He could be dangerous, Richard!"

"He is." Irwin replied with candor as he burped the last of his drink. "But I prepared beforehand so his powers can't control me."

"Control you?" Sam was even more confused. "Is that his power? Like a demon controlling its vessel?"

Irwin tilted his hands left and right. "It's like mind control. As long as he orders someone, and he means the order, the person will follow it and they will do so as if it was their idea. No memory of the order itself."

"That's dangerous, Richard. We wouldn't even know that one of us is under his control." Sam said with a frightful tone, danger drifting out of his body.

"Did you even read the file? Special children can't affect each other with their psychic powers!" Irwin rolled his eyes at Sam's hatred of his own kind. "People are not born monsters, Sam. They're made and crafted by the people around them."

"That's the thing, isn't it? We were made monsters by Azazel." Sam replied with barely a whisper. His clenched fists were trembling ever so slightly, seen only by Irwin's indifferent eyes.

"Alright, let's do this." Irwin cracked his knuckles as he placed his elbows on his knees and looked at Sam with a knowing look. "You might know this, but… I came from a family of werewolves. And with that comes a very large baggage… I became something of a professional hedonist. But, when my life and the life of those who I cared for were threatened by the very monsters that lived with me… I came through… I defeated them… you wanna know how?"

Sam, clearly entranced by his words, nodded seriously.

"Because I pulled myself together!" He roared, causing Sam to falter in his gaze and looking downwards. "Because I know that the next time I falter, the next time I succumb to my nature… will be the time that my younger sibling, my younger sister, will die in my hands. Don't do this for yourself or your father… do it for Dean."

Sam contemplated his words, closing his eyes as if to imagine a world where Dean was left alone because of his callousness. He shook his head, a single tear washed away by the rubbing of his hands over his face as he gazed back at Irwin.

"You're right. I'll do it for Dean."

As if summoned by magic, Dean kicked open the door to his room with a wide eye on his face. His hands carried a tin of cookies while his mouth was biting a paper box of chocolates as he carried himself into the room like a pregnant penguin.

He threw the chocolate box in the coach as he looked at Sam. "What's got you down, Elmo?"

"Shut up." Sam shoved his brother as he straightened his clothes and asked Irwin. "So, where are we meeting him?"

"Oh,yeah. Dean, don't fill up on snacks." He reminded Dean, whose mouth resembled that of a chipmunk hoarding nuts for winter. "He's joining us for breakfast."

"Where?"

●●In The Restaurant Below The Hotel●●●

Andrew Gallagher was nervous. No, more than nervous. He was scared up to his knees, sweating up to the top of his head and down to his neck.

If not for the fact that he was more scared of the demon that gave him his gift, then he would be ten miles away from the city by now. Well, he still would if this conversation took a turn he didn't like, then his campervan was all packed up and ready to go.

This gift- no, it was more like a curse now- has been with him for more than a year now and, frankly, has been more than a blessing. All he wanted was a life free of responsibility, and it gave him what he wanted.

If he needs a drink or food, then he'll just ask. He wanted to get laid, just tell the bartender to deliver a drink to a girl free of charge and charm her with his wits. Some G-man wants something from him? One word and they'll report back that he paid his dues.

But to think that blessing came from flesh-eating monstrosities and that they were coming after him? His mind could not wrap around that idea, but he had to.

"Andrew. Are you alright?" The familiar voice brought him out of his destructive thoughts, his head looking up to see the familiar face of the man who told him of the dark side of his powers. "Calm down. It's alright."

He felt the man's hands pat his shoulder as he nodded. "I'm okay. I'm okay! Thanks."

"No, thank you for coming." The man smiled at him and took a seat next to him. "I suppose introductions are in order. I'm Richard Greythorne and the two fellows behind me are hunters."

Two men appeared before him. One was tall as the ceiling, with long locks of brown hair and an athletic build, while the other was shorter, but had a feral gait that made the tall one look more kind.

"Hey! I'm Dean, this is my brother, Sammy." Dean introduced themselves, taking a seat adjacent to Andrew.

He nodded at them, resisting the run at the sight of Sammy's glare.

"It's just Sam." He briefly glared at his brother before returning his gaze at Andrew, his hand hidden in his jacket pocket. "Nice to meet you."

"You too." Andrew calmed himself. "So, you wanted to meet me?"

"Yeah, Sammy here had a vision of you killing someone and we just wanted to know if you did it." Dean went straight to business, clapping Sam's shoulder to lighten the mood.

Andrew vehemently shook his head and answered that he wouldn't hurt anyone.

Further conversation went with Sam and Dean asking questions regarding Andrew's life, his mother, his powers and with Andrew answering truthfully. If he was ever hesitant, Richard would interrupt and calmly guide the conversation into something productive. Even going as far as to answer some questions even Andrew did not know.

"W-wait. I have a twin brother?" He asked, confusion taking over his already reeling mind.

"Yes. You know him well, actually." Answered Richard, quite mysterious in his words.

"So we just stop his evil twin from calling the baby doctor, easy?" Dean suggested his plan, taking a doughnut from a plate.

Richard slapped his hand away, before taking the doughnut for himself. "He's not actually evil, just very lonely."

Dean glared at Richard. "So, what? We get him laid, and he doesn't make that call?"

Richard savored the donut, eyeing Andrew. "It's your brother, Andrew. It's your call."

Andrew, still reeling from all the revelation about his biological mother being killed by demons, how demons will soon come after him, and the fact that there are more monsters in the world besides demons. It never occurred to him that his powers would come with a baggage, one that could potentially enslave or destroy mankind.

"I-If there are demons, are there angels?"

"I don't know, but I hope so."

"Hell, no."

"Of course."

The three looked at each other, confused glances were worn by both Sam and Dean while Richard had an amused look on his powered face.

"You don't believe in angels?" Sam asked his brother, furrowing his eyebrows in the revelation.

"Dad and I never saw one, so…" Dean shrugged, but once he saw the looks on their faces, he chortled in exasperation. "Look, I only believe what I see and I've never seen one, alright? I don't believe in unicorns, either. Are you gonna give me grief about that too?"

Sam gave a weary sigh as Richard chuckled to himself.

"T-those monsters-"

"Aren't your problem yet, Andrew." Richard told him. He pointed at Sam and Dean. "That's their job. Hunt monsters and save people. That's their family business, so to speak."

Sam and Dean nodded, the latter looking proud.

"So, what do you want to do, Andrew?" Richard asked once more. "If you say no, then these two will pop him."

"We could, yeah." Dean crossed his arm. "Right, Sammy?"

"I- ugh, I don't know. I guess… I guess we need to eliminate him before the demons corrupt him further." Sam was hesitant about the matter.

Andrew sighed, before giving his verdict. "Can I… can I talk to him first?"

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