Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2008 19:19:00 -0800 (PST) From: Jason Decade <femtoka2@yahoo.com> Subject: Supernatural: Outer Being: The Upside Of Down Disclaimer: Do I even have to say that, Dean, Sam, and John are owned by the WB, the CW, and Warner.Please do not plagarize or anything. LOVE YA The Upside of Down I walked around the empty hotel room, looking around at the surroundings. I walked over to Sam and Dean on the bed. I nodded at the sight of the brothers, Sam on one bed and Dean on the other. I looked at the perfect bulges in their pants. I smiled at the thought of exploring them, but stopped and wondered was I being gross and stalkerish. I watched them for a couple of minutes. "You know, I gotta say you're creepin me out." Ruby smirked, putting her hand on my back, " We need to go before they wake up." "I wonder what they're dreaming about." I asked, not looking at her. "No, you're wondering if they're dreaming about you." Ruby said, " They're not. They're Bobby's head. I gave the guy enough for the brothers and Bobby." "I did the right thing." I said, turning and walking to the door with Ruby, " I did the right thing, didn't I?" "You did what you had to." she answered. I nodded, " Dea, l'offerta di me il dono della invisibilitā." I said quickly. As I did, Sam and Dean sat up and looked at each other. Ruby looked at me nervously and I nodded. The brothers got up and rushed past us. As they did, they both stopped and looked back, trying to figure out what they had bumped into. But they saw no one and rushed out. "Nice spell." Ruby said in amazement. "It's not over for them..." I said slowly. "Wow." Ruby said, " You're more pyscho than I thought." "Thanks." I said, leaving. - - - - - - - - - - David Carone Mitchell sat in his lavished living room, sipping his brandy, watching the roaring flame. It had been a seriously rough day. The merger almost fell through because of the big-boobed, blonde assistant that he'd hired and he wasn't going to let that happen. It was through pure luck that his power had been spot on today. If not, he would not have been able to call on the demon he had to get the thing he needed most, besides the death of that blonde whore. He loosened his tie and slipped out of his shoes, concentrating on his brandy. His leader, the demon, had taken possession of a new vessel years ago, a pretty powerful witch. Word was that it was tragic. Poor news for the witch, good news for him. But no bad deed goes unpunished. Suddenly his drink flew from his hand into the fire, igniting it further! "Hey, guy." I smiled, standing in front of him. He jumped up, " Who are you?" David asked. "Aww Davey, you're hurting my feelings." I snickered, " So, you worship this super witch...tell me about that." "How...." he said, scared. I shook my head, " I'm not entirely normal myself...well, I am, but not what some would call conventional." "You're a witch too? What do you want." he asked. "I'm a witch, you're not. You're just a normal evil do-er that prays to a demon, which, you know, means you're going to hell." I smirked. "You're here to send me to hell?" he said cockily. "No. I can't send you, but I can help you out." I smirked, " Pin che bastardo contro il muro." I said, causing him to fly through the air and against the wall, " Now listen, I need to know where the thing you prayed to is." "I don't know." he said quickly. I made a fist, causing him to scream in pain, then I let go. "I honestly don't know! I just..." "Send your soul away." I said, shaking my head, " Poor bastard." Oh benedetta Osiride, inviare al suo destino." With my words, he screamed in agony and slumped over! I sighed and walked over to him. He was still on the wall and I couldn't help feeling guilty. "It had to be done." Quin said, coming from nowhere, " The death of one has led you to a clue." I looked at the man's wrist and seeing a peculiar marking, " I can use that. To summon it." I said, surveying it. "Not until you are ready." Quin said, handing me a knife. I looked at the knife and the man's wrist and hesitated. I looked back and saw that Quin had gone and I sighed, " Awake!" I said, causing his eyes to pop open. "That spell! He said you would use it..." he said frantically, " I thought I was dead!" "No. You have to mean it for the spell to work. I just put you into a sleep. I need to cut that from your wrist." I explained, " When I do, it'll hurt. After this, you need to get away and embrace god." I said, slicing into his arm and as quickly as I could cutting the piece of skin from his wrist, " Guarire" I said, causing the wrist to heal without a mark, " Going to hell isn't fun, so don't." He nodded and I let him down. He quickly ran past me and into his bedroom. I exhaled and walked to the window, wondering whether I should have killed him. Should I have killed him? I don't know. Is that the way it's meant to be...Would I have to become a demon to kill one? Not if I could help it. That's what Quin was trying, by cutting me off from Sam and Demon, by causing me to die, making me kill...I had sunk pretty low, but I could never bring myself to kill. But would I have to? I shook my head as he came back with baggage, " I'll drop you off." I smiled as we left the apartment. - - - - - - - - - - Ok, this one was super short, but I was more trying to convey what's going on in Chalis' mind. I know some of you are asking why did I spilt him from the Brothers, but I had to. As much as I hated to, if Chalis was going to develop as a character, he was going to have to split from them. The next chapt WILL be longer. Well, if you liked it please tell me so I can start work on the next one.