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WWE/Supernatural Crossover

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A sound of a gun clicking echoed throughout a boiler room, and the air was fogged up with heat. A few gasps could be heard, the gasps of pure fear.

"Why me?!Why?!Don't play damn stupid with me this time, you know something!Why me, Stephen?!" Sheamus pulled back his firey red hair as he exchanged eyesight with the man in front of him, the man who was completely driven nuts because he wanted answers. Bad enough that he got a gun and lowered him down to the boiler room.

"I don't know...Phillip, why do you think I know?" there was another gasp from Punk, another breathless one as he held the gun tighter, his finger firmly on the trigger.

"No...no I swear I will fucking shoot your head off! Ever since I been around you, I've been slowly driven insane! From what started as nightmares, to hearing things, now to seeing things! Tell me what the hell is going on!" Sheamus crossed his arms.

"If I don't? You going to shoot me? You think that'll kill it?"

"It! You said it you bastard! You know what this is....I know you do! Months of suffering....me! Why me?!"

"...you're not gonna take it so lightly...." Punk growled.

"So lightly?! I've been driven insane! I don't even know how I got this damn gun! Tell me! Everything you know! Now!" Sheamus looked around, then glared at Punk.

"Put the gun down. Now."

"No," Punk started, holding the gun tightly,"not now. Not when I want answers." Sheamus's blue eyes looked into Punk's light brown eyes.

"......you came to the right person. Anyone else would've sent you to a nut house by now." Sheamus paused a long time.

".....I was gonna get sent to one, too. You fucking know it. You've been watching my every action. You knew this was gonna come..."

"Phil, there is something coming. A demon....not just any demon, though. THE demon."

"A demon?!C'mon Steph....telling an athiest about demons?!"

"Listen to me! You want answers, you have some fucking answers! I've been tracking this son of bitch down for too long! I had to finish where my grandfather started cause my mother wouldn't! This demon makes people suffer. But those people all have some connection..."

"C-Connection?"

"Yeah....a connection. You're different, Phil. Too different. Neglected by your family? Like hell you were, they knew what you were. I know what you are..."

"What am I? Tell me this fuc--"

"Your the damn son of The Devil, you got that?!" Punk's eyes widened.

"What...?"

"It doesn't make sense, does it? Ever noticed something strange when in a room of crusifers?!"

"Don't you go be telling me that... that you're hunting me!"

"No, if I was, you'd be dead."

"So....so this demon haunting me...it's-?"

"No, it's another demon. It's trying to drag you back to hell. Don't you understand?! Jaw, coming back as a vampire?! Trying to drag you back to hell?! Don't think there's anything suspicious about that?!" Punk frowned.

"Shut the fuck up about that stupid vampire! You promised we'd never talk about that again!" Sheamus huffed.

"Love to hand you a cigarrette, fella. But you brought this to yourself. This demon haunting you is what I'm gonna kill one day. It doesn't end there...I don't just hunt demons." Punk raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"You hear me. I don't just hunt demons. I hunt Gods too. Evil gods. But this demon coming after you... it's happened before. All his victims die after he abuses them. Emotionally and sometimes physically." Punk gasped again.

"I....I-"

"Ever get bruises from nowhere? That shit isn't just out of the blue... that demon is hurting you. In your sleep. That demon.... you know his name, don't you?"

Punk hesitated for a long time, then he finally whispered,"Shade...."

"That's right."

"Is there a way to kill it?"

"Not that I'm sure off. That bastard has gotten away over thousands of years. My grandfather almost ended it. He just made it into some goo and it vanished. I don't know how he did it, but he did."

"It attaches itself to it's pray....doesn't it?" Sheamus frowned.

"Yeah."

"What if I kill myself?"

"Won't work. He'd find a new victim."

"Can I even kill it?!"

"No. I can. Now let's just-" Sheamus stopped and Punk pulled the trigger, missing by only a little bit.

"Why you?! Why me?!" Sheamus sighed.

"Good questions. But we're drawn together. I hunt your kind.... you're the son of the devil, I have to. What drew us together, I don't know." Punk shook his head.

"I'm the son of the devil? How come I've never seen my father?! Not even one single connection?!" Sheamus grew a sly smirk.

"I'll be damned. You don't remember. You see, I know something happened to you when you reached the age of six. You burned a bully to crisp with your powers. You had witnesses....you killed them too." Punk stared at Sheamus for a minute.

"I....I don't know what you're talking about..."

"You've always been so protective of your father. Even when he did slug you just for fun. But it wasn't your human father you were attached to." Punk shook his head.

"So you're gonna kill me?"

"No, I can't kill you. Once you turned eighteen the devil couldn't control you anymore. You don't know about your powers, but you sure do feel good whenever you see devil signs, don't you, 'athiest'"? Punk gulped.

"Screw you, you son of a bitch. Shade, you gonna kill him or not?"

"I will, it just needs time. After this, though....it'll be perfectly normal. This conversation..." Sheamus walked to Punk, then Punk fired the gun, just to see Sheamus caught it with his hand. Punk dropped the gun as Sheamus stood in front of him.

"...what are you gonna do? Why'd you tell me this stuff? That gun...was useless..."

"That gun didn't matter. You need answers... I gave you answers. But...Phil, you can't remember this stuff."

"What?" Sheamus glared into Punk's eyes.

"You can't remember this. I told you everything. You know I'm a hunter. You...just can't remember this, okay?" Punk shook his head.

"No! I have to have answers! Please! I can help you with what's going on! Just let me help!"

"Punk, you won't help me if I do that... you... you might not make it through this."

"What?! Hold up! I-" Sheamus grew a tight grip onto Punk's shoulder.

"Repeat after me. Ashgna revolys!" Punk grew confused.

"No! That'll erase my memory!" Sheamus frowned.

"How'd you know that....." Punk's eyes grew wide.

"I....I just had a feel-"

"Shit he heard me! Eveything I fucking sai-" a stronge force pushed Sheamus back and there was a deep laugher.

"Runt...." Punk gasped again.

"Oh god....please, no!" Punk held his head and slowly sank to his knees. Sheamus slowly got up, looking around.

"He's here..."

"Damn straight I am." Sheamus swung around, but before he could do anything he was uppercutted and slammed into the wall. He sank to the ground, his vision a bit blurry, but he could see clearly. Shade, the pale blue skin of his with long black hair, also his red glistening eyes with a tuxedo on.

"Son of a bitch..." Sheamus hissed out. Shade laughed again.

"You figured a lot out, boy. Much more than your old slacker did. Phil... heh, he is a son. But not of the devil. He's not my son either, smartass. Not saying he didn't burn those bullies alive ei--" before Shade could finish, he was shot in the head with a bullet.

"Bastard! You know me like a fucking book but you don't tell me why the hell it's me!" Shade laughed again and turned around.

"Take a seat, sweatheart." Punk gasped again as he fell straight to the ground.

"PHILLIP!"

"Oh don't worry about him," Shade started, turning back to Sheamus,"His legs are only broken, isn't anything serious yet." Sheamus growled.

"What the hell do you think to accomplish!"

"Exactly what you do. I'm gonna erase both of your memories. Replace it and make it seem you both got in a real bad car accident. Oh-" Shade punched Sheamus's in the jaw as hard as he could, breaking it,"But I will give you THIS memory," Shade grabbed Sheamu's shirt collar and glared at him,"You keep hunting me...the little sweetheart get his family killed. Then his friends. Then himself. Then I keep finding targets and they do the same thing. Now....nighty night,hunter boy." And with that, everything went a pitch black.

Later...

Sheamus gasped as he awoken quickly to find himself at a hospital. He could barely move his jaw, and he felt like shit. He looked around for a bit, then looked at his wrist. A Celtic Cross drawn on it. He tried to smile, but he couldn't, instead, he gave himself a high-five.

"Ah, nice work self... I'm sure Shade's gonna realize sooner or later he couldn't wipe out my memory... then he'll be back.. until then... what he said back there. About Phillip... if he's not the devil's son... and not his son... and he did kill those boys... then what...." Sheamus's eyes widened as he flare of the candle in his room went out."Son of a bitch.... that demon knew I had the cross.... he knew I'd remember.... he knows.... he knows what's gonna happen next..."
I've been watching WAAAAAAAAAAY too much Supernatural and after I read a fanfiction I got inspired. .3.

Enjoy~
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HOLLY SHIZZ BALLS IN A BASKET OF PUMPKERNICKLE!


Vhat Vill happen next?!!?!??

Untill then..

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