ARES
" guy who did the magic trick! "
CHAPTER ONE

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IT WAS A cold, dark night in the middle of October. The whole town of Wyoming seemed to be asleep, as the streets were stripped bare of the breathtaking life they usually held. It was almost as if every resident got an unusual sensation to stay indoors that fateful night.

The suspicions of the town came true when a earth-shaking rumble was felt in the dead of night. These vibrations were caused by three gods landing side by side in the middle of a dark alleyway. As soon as the leader of the three regained his balance, it was almost as if a switch had gone off. The city bursted with the life it usually held.

Ares, had taken a spot in front of his two sons. Deimos and Phobos looked at their father immediately after landing, for some sort of direction. Ares beckoned them towards him as he began to walk towards the bustling street. "We are going to split up." Ares demanded in a thick Greek accent. "Meet here in one month."

     The twin gods of fear and dread gave their father a proud salute, before jumping up and disappearing in thin air. Ares took a deep breath before trekking out into lively avenue. As soon as he had made his presence known, each citizen gasped and cowered away in fear. The smirk on his face mixed with his satanic aura, made the people ultimately terrified of the god.

     As the Olympian strolled, he whistled the tune to a song that he had heard from a young boy in the city state of Athens. He enjoyed listening to the melodies created by humans, back when they still wore chitons, and carried lyres around everywhere with them.

     "Good evening, kind sir!" An old man called out as the god was walking past. Ares stopped in his tracks, and turned to face the voice he just heard. "Can I interest you in a watch that could surely. . . stop time?" The Olympian watched as the man pulled back his coat sleeve to reveal three golden watches. He removed one and held it out towards Ares.

     The gods were very good at determining the wealth of objects. As soon as Ares depicted it to be useless, he scoffed. With a flick of his wrist, the god sent the worthless metal out of the man's hand and into the wall behind it. "My apologies, kind sir. But I do not care about your tawdry junk that could stop time. Now if you excuse me, I'll be on my way." Then the god was returning to his mission once again.

     The next destination Ares found himself was a dark and grimy bar. Above the doors there was a sign that read, Mt. Olympus, but the letter "u" was burned out. Ares snickered to himself and stepped into the building.

     Almost immediately, he was hit with the stench of alcohol, and music that pounded against his head. The scenery around him was white and bright — almost blinding the god. Fake clouds floated from the ceiling, trying to impersonate the actual Mount Olympus.

     Before the god could make a move towards the actual bar, a preppy blonde woman approached him in a flirtatious way. "Hello, handsome." She smirked as her hand dragged across his chest. "Care to dance?" She asked as her hand found his and she was leading him towards the dance floor.

     The beat guided the two as they danced, and the woman had no intention of letting the Olympian loose. Ares, getting annoyed with his dance partner, made a move to leave. Still, the woman forbade it. So the god snapped his fingers, and suddenly the woman had turned into a fruit fly. Not caring one bit, the god stalked to the bar to order a drink.

     Ares took a seat on one of the stools and looked at all the bottles that sat on a glass showcase. "What will it be, sugar?" The bartender asked as she cleaned the inside of a glass cup with a rag.

     "Just a beer." The Olympian replied, his eyes still fixated on the bottles.

     The god sat for a while after his beer arrived, just thinking about his mission. Zeus advised him and his children to find Zeus's misbehaved child.

     Ares was pulled out of his thoughts when a man came, and nearly knocked the Olympian from his seat as he went to sit down. "Watch it." Ares sneered. The man threw his hands up in defense before ordering himself a drink.

    
     Four drinks came and went for Ares, and he downed every single one of them. After he finished, he abruptly stood up and tried to locate the woman turned into a fly. He snapped his fingers, and the insect turned back into the obnoxious blonde from before. Directly after this, he turned on his heels and began to rush out of the bar. "Hey!" The bartender called out. "You didn't pay for those."

     Entirely fed up with his night, Ares stopped, snapped his fingers, and walked out. Directly under his empty beer can, the god had caused a twenty dollar bill to appear. The bartender, and the mysterious man were astonished at what just happened.

     Ares stormed out of the bar and on to the bustling street once again. Before he got far, a voice stopped him. "Hey!" Ares turned to see the mysterious man who was previously sitting next to him. "H-How did you do that back there?"

     "Ah, ah, ah." The god smirked as he approached him. "What's your name?"

     The man gulped as Ares traced his fingers along his cheek. "Dean."

     "Well, Dean. A magician never reveals his secrets." And Ares was turning and walking away again.

     To stop the god from walking any further, the man called out, "What if I buy you a drink, huh?"

     That was an offer a drunken Ares could not refuse.

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     A FEW HOURS went by of Dean and Ares simply enjoying themselves, mostly by flirting and dancing. Both were extremely drunk, and could barely count to ten on their own fingers. "You're a really good dancer, Ares." Dean slurred as the two ended one dance, and simply just stood in each other's embrace during the next.

     Ares just smirked in reply before tracing Dean's face with his fingers. The two stayed like that for a while before the sexual tension had become too much. Suddenly, without warning, the two were leaning in and connecting their lips together.

     This caused a spiral of events to occur, which included Ares pushing Dean onto one of the couches and basically giving him a lap dance. "D-Do you want to go back to my place?" Dean asked.

     Ares frantically nodded his head, but without getting off his partner, he simply snapped his fingers. In an instant, the two were making out on Dean's motel bed on the other side of town. The Winchester was glad that his brother was not there.

     Things led to another, and each male had their shirts removed from their bodies. Ares's back was pressed against the bed, while Dean laid on top of him. Their lips never disconnected one time.

The desire for the clothes between the two had become too much for Ares. He snapped his fingers and material restricting them was off. Ares's mind slipped away from reality as he only focused on his time with Dean. Nothing about his duties or mission could cloud his thoughts. Nothing could take away from that moment.
  

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first chapter aye. hope you all enjoyed, please leave feedback!