#jozel

Johnzazel fic

Release Me

John drove, his hands firm on the steering wheel, his body tense and focused on his destination, the demon he had tortured had told him where yellow eyes was, an abandoned warehouse in the middle of the woods. This was it and he had to stay focused, gut the evil son of a bitch that took Mary away.

He thought about calling his boys, checking up on them, but he had to stay focused, emotion was coursing through him and he had to stay steady, Dean will take care of himself and Sammy, he assured himself. He had the job to do, to put an end to things, put a bullet through the rotten evil that had taken everything away from him.

He saw the warehouse now, moonlight shining on the mediocre piece of wood, metal and glass, but he could feel the darkness within it, felt like it had engulfed the whole thing, maybe it was a hunter's hunch or maybe it was him losing his mind, was he scared, no, not of it but of failing, of coming so close and failing Mary and his sons.

He relaxed his hands and they started trembling a little, enough he screamed at himself, taking a drink from his flash, holding the shotgun filled with salt in his hands and the colt he had aquired.

He made way to the warehouse. Peeking through the window he saw that the walls were covered in sigils and a man sat there on a couch looking down and rather dull and bored, he lifted his head abruptly as though he sensed something and smiled a wicked smile his eyes turning yellow. John ducked, his heart racing, this was it, this was the demon, the vile evil, was he noticed. Capture or a trap or his sleathiness being futile was something he was expecting. He had the colt though, acquired it from a hunter, hoped the demon didn't know, that it would be enough of an ace up his sleeve.

"I have been waiting John, waiting so long." John bares his teeth, he was the one waiting for this moment, this was his moment, he'll have the filthy creature dead soon.

He pulls out a grenade, takes the pin out and throws it through the glass. Its a small explosion, he goes in with the colt, eyes searching hungrily for the demon, there is a hand on his shoulder, an energy pulses through him so intense, the touch is magnetic, its like his brain is sharp, a fog is lifted, he turns, colt at Yellow eyes forehead now, the demon's hands still on John's shoulder. He can't stop staring at the demon's eyes, they are...beautiful, like gems, his mouth goes dries, no, no, its devil magic, the demon he is doing something to you, John says to himself, his grip on the Colt tightening.

"You won't shoot me John, never been able to." His hand now travelling to John's face. The touch burns like fire but he craves it, wants to engulf in it. Mary he thinks. Mary. But he feels nothing, none of that love, that regret, that need for vengeance. Tears start stinging his eyes, what is happening to him.

"Its okay John, this, this is the real you, the you not being controlled by heaven, by its spells, the room is warded to break that connection, Mary was nothing to you John, just a cupid's assignment, what we have is real, it is too powerful."

"No, no, heaven...you are a demon, you destroyed my life..." It's insane, but it feels like the truth, it feels right and so wrong, its trickery, or maybe its not, he can't tell, he can't tell and he wants to crumble in pain, but the pain in his chest it feels like...longing, the ache of lost love.

Azazel looks at him with sadness in his beautiful eyes, the colt still on his temple, unsteady with John's slightly trembling hand.

"Yes, i thought i was serving my God, Lucifer, following the plan to release him, but when i brought you back to life i couldn't stop thinking about you, i was your friend, i was many of your friends, i told myself it was for the duty, but i simply couldn't stop thinking about you, wanting you, and you released me John, i found a new God, i found meaning and love."

John swallowed, "What do you mean...who did i know you as?".

"Nosra, Nomed...it was me John. Name's Azazel by the way"

John shook his head in disgust, "You possessed them to stalk me!"

"Yes, i was doing my duty or so i told myself, keeping eyes on your family but knowing you changed me John, and it changed you too, we...we had those special times together didn't we."

John looked at the demon in disbelief, "I was a bad husband to Mary, i should have never done that and with a demon." He shrieked, contempt coming over him.

"Oh John you never really loved her, even under the cupid's spell you couldn't resist me. You feel it now don't you, you feel our bond." Azazel's eyes bore down John's desperately.

"Take me John, let go of all this pain, its you and me, free of all restraints."

John put down the colt, tired and confused, Azazel immediately grabbed the back of his head with his free hand, the right one still on his face as he met his lips to John. John immediately responded, it was like he was alive again, maybe even for the first time, both of them ravished each other, their tongues sucking each other's sweet mouth, Azazel pulled John's shirt up throwing it to the side and pushed John to the ground, his hands rubbing over John's body and finding his groin, rubbing it through the layer of clothing, John moaned not wanting to break the kiss and resuming with greater fervor, biting Azazel's lips. Azazel takes down John's pants and starts rubbing John's cock. He pushes his fist down John's impressive length. John's eyes roll back, John wants to feel Azazel too, his cock becoming rock hard. Azazel breaks the kiss and John feels disappointed, but then Azazel's mouth is on his dick, swallowing him in one go, he releases John, smiling at John curling his toes and moaning.

"Oh John, now that i don't have to hide that i am a demon i can make things so much better."

He proceeds to give John the best blowjob he has ever gotten, all that shame, those cheating escapades with Azazel, those shameful encounters from people he picked up on his time on the road, that shame, he felt none of it at this moment, knew it was meant to be, knew this was love and right, knew it was right and that there should have been no shame to any of it. He had never felt so strongly about anything, the ache in his heart had subsided, it was filled with airyness and thirst, it made him feel so good, he had accepted that he was Azazel's and Azazel was his.

Azazel takes lube out of his pocket and coats his fingers with it. He keeps blowing John while he inserts his fingers in him, opening him up, John cries in pain and pleasure, Azazel starts thrusting two fingers in, then three, scissoring and opening him up, John comes down his throat, screaming in pleasure, he is screaming profanities.

"Azazel, fu-ck, fuck meee, ahh."

He moves to take off his shirt and pants, John sees his hot body and his length and girth with excitement and some fear as Azazel positions John on his lap, Azazel enters John slowly and starts kissing with passion but its sweet and slow. He fastens his pace and he thrusts deeper and deeper till John has consumed him fully, John starts moaning and matching Azazel thrusts, moving in rythym, everything feels so clear, so simple at this moment, while they come almost together, John collapses in pleasure and exhaustion. Azazel pulls out and lays with him for a moment, content and at peace, a small smile on his face.

John takes deep breathes, he can't stop thinking about tasting Azazel, being inside him. He gets on his knees, dipping his head in to kiss Azazel, as he leaves traces of kisses to the end of Azazel's tip, he starts working on it, licking and blowing, going deeper,

"John, oh i missed you so much." Azazel cries out moaning, he means it too, all that loneliness and he has John. All those odds and he gets to see the sight of John's beautiful lips around his dick.

John starts searching for the lube with his eyes and moves away from Azazel.

"Don't bother." Azazel says smiling, "I can take it."

John's eyes are now on something else though and he fetches the Colt.

Azazel freezes, fear in him now, had John decided to kill him, did all this mean nothing, what a fool he had been.

"Relax." John said softly, "I could never do that right." His eyes matching the softness of his voice. "No i figured i'd put a use to this old thing now that's it here." He grinned sheepishly but with mischief.

He came back between Azazel's legs and started pushing the Colt in him. Azazel moaned and laughed, the relief and pleasure making him high, the object of his death by John's hand was being used to make love to him. It was beautiful. John's mouth then engulfed Azazel's throbbing dick, his lips stretching all over him, his tongue making him squirm, the colt thrusting deeper and deeper, hitting all the right points, he came, waves of pleasure rolled through him. The Colt left him and John then pushed himself inside Azazel thrusting till Azazel felt the wave again, John came shortly after. The pleasure and happiness exuding off him, giving him such a high. He lay down again on Azazel's side, they started kissing gently when Azazel felt something was wrong and broke the kiss.

He could feel it, the energy of angels, he checks to see if the sigils were okay, but the small blast seemed to have affected a sigil. Pulses of energy started coming through the dwelling.

"What's happening?", John asked, panicked and confused, he didn't want anything to make him part with Azazel.

"It's the angels, a sigil was weakened and they are trying to remove them so they can destroy us again.", his voice was bitter and hollow with sadness.

"What will they do to us?"

"Erase our memories, reprogram us." Azazel said defeated. "You'll forget me again, this has happened before."

"No, they can't, i won't, i won't forget you."

The door flings open.

A woman in a grey suit enters, followed by 5 more suits.

"Naomi." Azazel spits out.

She looks at them in disgust.

"Look at you, what kind of vermon are you, you have a job from hell, fitting for your depravity, and yet you refuse to do it for this." She said shaking her head.

Azazel looks like he is about to strike, to which Naomi raises her hand, "The archangels are watching Azazel, you are no match for them. Back off or John suffers."

"He suffers anyway." Azazel shouts.

"Only for a while, then he is in heaven, with Mary where he belongs. Not with scum like you. You'll get your due too Azazel, get you back on track."

John is listening, unable to fully process what is happening, he just feels a deep sense of helplessness that converts into anger.

"You can't mindwipe and force me. Angels shouldn't do that." he spits out.

The angel laughs, "We can do whatever we want, heaven commands it."