"So... Nazi Necromancers?"
"Yes, Rufus," you said, shouldering your bag. "Nazi Necromancers."
"You delt with one yet?" Rufus asked, locking his truck. When you shook your head, Rufus nodded at Sergeant Jones. "What about you, pretty boy?"
"I can't say I've ever Hunted before," Sergeant Jones said, adjusting his hat. "Although, I have killed."
"Really?" Rufus said, glaring at you.
"In my defence," you said, holding up a hand in defence, "he's survived a vengeful spirit."
"Barely," Sergeant Jones laughed. "You saved my ass."
It's been a few days since the Winchesters called and a few weeks since the Hunt that Sergeant Jones walked in on. The Hunt was in the Sergeant's hometown of Providence, Rhode Island. You were Hunting a spirit that attached itself to a locket that just kept getting passed around before the police got to the crime scene. The last victim, the only survivor, just so happened to live next to the park that Sergeant Jones frequently jogged through when on leave with his wife. She just so happened to be Air Force and was a lovely woman who also kinda scared you. Senior Airman Justaya Jones was at home during the ordeal, resting from her last tour while her husband went out for a run. Sergeant Jones heard screaming coming from a house and made a beeline for it. He hopped the fence and scrambled through the back window that was left open to find both you and a woman on the floor while a man stood over the both of you. Without thinking, the Sergeant jumped at the man, trying to tackle him. The man being a ghost, just phased through the Sergeant and continued on with its onslaught. It focused its attention on Sergeant Jones, giving you ample time to get to that godforsaken necklace and throw it in the conveniently-placed fireplace. You guys saved that woman and the Sergeant would visit her almost every day to check on her. Sometimes, Senior Airman Jones would go as well to meet the woman and help out in any way she could. They were now close friends.
"We kinda saved each other's ass," you laughed, pulling out your handgun. You check the cartridge and the chamber so nothing was jammed. It would be really inconvenient if something jammed while you were trying to kill Nazis. "Rabbi Hoffman said that these guys are slick. We need to take out as many as we can without being seen. Apparently, these guys are as powerful as a one-hundred-year-old witch. The fewer of them there are-"
"The better our chances of survival," Rufus finished. "I know. I've been doing this shit for longer than you've been alive."
"Your wrinkles say it all, Rufus," you said, chuckling.
"Was that necessary?" Sergeant Jones asked, getting his Barrett M82 out of the cargo bed.
"When dealing with an asshole, you gotta be an asshole, Sergeant," you answered, shrugging. "Besides, Rufus knows I don't mean it, right?"
"Well aware you're just matching my attitude," Rufus huffed, mocking formality. "Come on, I've always wanted to pummel a Nazi."
"I'll be sure to let at least one for you, Rufus," Sergeant Jones laughed, shouldering his rifle.
"Him," Rufus said to you, pointing at the Sergeant. "I like him." With that, Rufus turned to the back of the fancy hotel.
The other day, after Sam called, you got a call from one of Rabbi Hoffman's buddies. Rabbi Noah Abrams was part of a small branch of the Judah Initiative that was typically more aggressive than the other branches. The Rabbis that were part of it actively hunted down the Thule. While the entirety of the Judah Initiative protected Jewish communities, the sanction that Rabbi Abrams was part of used alchemy and incredibly old magic to track the abominations down and kill them. They were pretty much the Hunters of the Judah Initiative but using more magic. According to Raphael, the Rabbis of the Judah Initiative never used Dark Magic. Their magic has been passed down by Rabbis for thousands of years. The magic predates Jesus Christ and is powerful when used properly. It's the kind of magic that the Thule based their necromancy on. Of course, they had to change many aspects of the magic to create their own since it was illegal in Jewish Law to mess with the natural order. The Jewish people deemed their magic Yahweh Magic, as a tribute to God. Yahweh Magic led you, Rufus and Sergeant Jones to Charleston, West Virginia. Rabbi Abrams tracked down three members of the Thule to the three-star hotel in front of you. Currently, Rabbi Abrams was undercover as an employee so he could get close to the Thule. The plan was that Rabbi Abrams would sneak you and Rufus in with hotel uniforms while Sergeant Jones would station himself in the parking garage that was only a few feet away from where Rufus parked. Sergeant Jones would shoot as many Nazis as possible while you, Rufus and Rabbi Abrams were distracting them in their third-floor room. The three of you would then take care of the survivors and dispose of the bodies appropriately with as few witnesses as possible.

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The Devil Within
FanfictionYou weren't sure what happened. One minute you were jumping on a grenade to save your friends, the next you were lying down in the rain. It was strange. Soon, you find yourself in the world that you would always disassociate to... during its apocal...