Devils We Make, Sequel to: End of the Line

[dmartins]

Please don't tell me it is the end of the story.

[reece6521]

Well Djinn, I hope your pleased with yourself!:angry: Me and Tavish are officially in SEVERE DEPRESSIVE WITHDRAWAL!
Our doctors have said that it is due to a lack of updates from yourself and samlover14. Not only are there no updates but there's no 'sorry it's a bit slow' or 'I have'nt forgotten you all' or even 'sod off and stop bugging me'.
Do you still care? Don't you love us anymore?
My withdrawal twitch has got so bad people are thinking I have epilepsy. Red wine,vodka even malteasers don't help.
Please show us you still care even if it's just saying Hi!

On a lighter note......
MERRY CHRISTMAS
We all still love you even if you do drive us nuts.

[Djinn]

o_o

Ah, I hate putting everyone through withdrawl, it's not intentional I swear!!

I still care about this fic, I just have had absolutely NO time to update it.
I do however, have a prewritten one. Which I'll post soon.
I promise.

Thank you to those who care enough to scream when there's no updates!

*creeps away slowly*

[reece6521]

Djinn still loves us!

Waiting patiently

[Djinn]

Stop. Eat. Sleep. Drive. Stop. Eat. Sleep. Drive…Sam…

Dean’s eyes snapped open as he lifted his stiff neck from the leather seat rest. He blearily remembered pulling the Impala to the side of yet another desolate road in the wooded forest. It had been days since the last meeting of hunters…days since those sons of bitches left him behind to go hunt for Sam—the “traitor”. Dean’s back cracked wearily as he opened the door to stretch himself. He found himself a comfortable spot on the trunk of the car and turned his eyes to a rising sun…morning—but it never mattered to him, it was another day without Sam.

“God, I’m such a chick,” Dean muttered hoarsely, a small smirk forming on his mouth.

He rubbed his leg, thinking about what had happened so far. Sam had been spotted at some dubious areas throughout the woods. God knows what his little brother was up to and he hoped to hell that Sam was still alive. Dean knew that Sam had experienced more horror than any hunter had, but some areas were still unclear. God, he wished Sam was here…he was always good at figuring the small stuff.

“Come on, Dean, think!” Dean growled, slamming his fist down onto his leg.

“Yeah, Dean, think!” A voice echoed, laughing mockingly.

Experience kicked in and Dean was already off the trunk, silver knife in hand. Out from the shadows, he saw the one person he least expected…Sam, but he was dressed much like the demonic Dean. Wait a minute…oh god.

“I’m guessing by the look on your dumb face, you figured it out. Bravo, Dean, you always were the BRAINS of the operation!” Sam said tauntingly, clapping lightly.

“You son of a bitch, get the hell out of my brother!” Dean yelled, fingers clenching the knife tighter.

“But then, you never were the brightest crayon in the box,” Sam sighed dramatically.

“Wait, wha—,” Dean asked, eyes widening at the fist slamming into his torso.

Sam was beating the tar out of him, and Dean knew he wouldn’t last very long if he let Sam continue his punch-fest. Lashing an arm out fast, Dean caught Sam’s knee—knocking the tall man down. Dean rolled into an attack position, wiping at the blood dripping down from his mouth.

“VERY good, Dean, I never knew you could be vicious like this!” Sam laughed like a kid on Christmas Day.

“Why the hell are you laughing like that?” Dean grunted, holding his knife up.

“Because, now I know you’re perfect for my ritual!” Sam purred, his eyes narrowing as he threw some dirt into Dean’s face.

“You—!” Dean coughed, managing to wipe off most of the dirt on his face.

Dean was seeing red, not literally, but god damn if he didn’t almost beat the living crap out of this evil counterpart of Sam. He dodged another punch from Sam and tackled his little brother to the ground, punching as hard as he could. Dean saw blood pouring from Sam’s nose and mouth, now was the time to end this. He drew up his knife and poised it above Sam’s heart, pausing to look into his brother’s eyes—seeing defiance reflecting back.

“Sam…don’t make me…” Dean said, pain lacing his voice—knife still inches from Sam’s heart.

“Oh Dean, you always were the weak one,” Sam sighed, lurching to the side and slamming his fist into Dean’s temple.

Dean laid motionless, blood dripping from his mouth—completely unaware. Sam pushed himself up, casting a shadow over his unconscious brother. He looked to the horizon, blood red and tinged pink, and smiled tightly. The morning had arrived.

“Come on Dean, we’ve got work to do…” Sam said with a smile, grabbing Dean’s leg and dragging him into the wooded background.

[Djinn]

Alrighty, here's the prewritten chapter.
I THINK the next update will be the final one, but we'll see how it goes story wise.

Thank you to those who threatened, died, and pleaded me to post.
Hope this wets your appetite for now.

Enjoy.

[reece6521]

Sammy?
Dean?
Ritual? what freakin ritual?
(just a sec' while I get up off the floor and back in my chair)

Must have (gasp) update soon (wheeze)

Damn, this floors hard.

[Djinn]

mwhahaha.

Sorry, I've been playing with how to end the story.
Which can turn insanely crazy when I'm writing it.

Glad you liked it, more soon. (promise)

[reece6521]

I don't mind this story ending as long as we get more soon.

[dmartins]

I hope that there will be new series to sequel to "Devils We Make" when this series finish!

[Djinn]

Hm, I haven't the slightest inkling to why my story was labeled as "finished", but rest assured-- it's not.

There's at least one more chapter left.
It'll be posted shortly.

Sorry for the long wait.

[reece6521]

Hi sweetie. Any updates?

[samlover14]

Ha! I am so glad that I am not the only one that puts Tavish and Reece through withdrawl! Yet, I guess I am the only one who turned them into quivering, whivering, sobbing balls of insanity....... My bad!

Loved the update Djinn! Albeit, it did scare me a bit when I saw the yellow highlighting your title. Huh, must be a misunderstanding??? Ha, they missed ya one chap too short!

And take all the time ya need chica--unlike Reecey and Tavish, I can hold out longer! Well, a little bit any way. But you understand my need of patience for a long wait in my story, so I will respect yours! lol

Can't wait for the next update!

And by the way, love the avatar! 30 Seconds to Mars? From Yesterday vid? Sweet. Personally, I think that's the best Jared Leto's looked in a while! Not counting the Beautiful Lie vid. Way better than when he gained 60 pounds for 27 Chapters......*shivers*

You have great taste in music mi amiga! Kudos!!!

Update soon!

Loves, Hannah!

[reece6521]

What do you mean? I have a great deal of patience.

Updates? Please?