A/N: This is the expanded version of The Equalizer drabble I wrote on 1/25/2015 for the SPN100 Drabble Challenge on . What the hell. It's a 'verse now. I wrote and previously posted an outside POV fic here: The Equalizer: Daddy of the Year.

Credit given: First half of the title taken from the tv show of the same name which starred Edward Woodward (and the recent movie starring Denzel Washington). Second half? Wednesday's Child is taken from the old nursery rhyme Monday's Child:

Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace, Wednesday's child is full of woe...

Got a problem?
Odds against you?
Nowhere to turn?
Call the Equalizer.
-the newspaper/internet ad for the tv show/movie franchise

Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.
-Oscar Wilde

Summary: Pursued by dark forces that seek to enslave him, Demon Dean Winchester becomes an urban legend, a fearsome vengeance demon on behalf of abused kids known as The Equalizer. The life of a Knight of Hell with the half-twisted soul of the Righteous Man is never easy.

Warnings: Violence, weirdness, implied and explicit child abuse

POV: Demon Dean Winchester

Ever hear of Bloody Mary?

Sure you have.

I ganked her way back in the day. I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about her when I got this gig.

Poetic irony's a purebred sonofabitch with teeth.

Word on the street is I'm a whole new animal now.

What exactly? Well, that depends on who you ask.

I'm a psycho killer on a bloody rampage.

I'm a guardian angel with a bone blade and a hair trigger temper.

Some say I'm the Devil collecting lost souls here on earth.

Maybe all of that's true.

Or none of it is.

Part 1 – bait and switch

Three triple burger platters with fries, two buckets of suicide wings, a bottle of Jack and four beers later I took a break and headed out to the parking lot. The Mark stirred underneath my skin, and the Blade felt heavy against my back. It was time to give them what they wanted and get back to the important stuff: food, booze, women and karaoke.

The Asian chick in the black biker gear sitting at the bar turned to watch me leave. Waist length black hair. Freckles.

Her dark brown eyes turned pitch black.

Nobody noticed but me. I nodded at her, put my thumb up and motioned towards the back door. Come on. Let's get this done.

She nodded back, picked up her drink and swallowed it all in one gulp. Then she disappeared.

Nobody else noticed that either.

She'd been hanging around the Black Spur all day. She watched me eat, stared at me when I was up on stage singing "Honey I'm Good."

Damn shame. I knew she was Other from the moment I laid eyes on her. More than likely she was one'a Abaddon's groupies. They were all still pissed off that I ganked that bitch.

When I stepped out on the back deck she was standing in the middle of the parking lot. We were all alone out there. Her eyes were still black as pitch.

I smiled at her as I walked down the steps, slow and easy. I stopped ten feet away from her. "Hello, darling."

She smiled back. "Hello, Dean."

"What's a demon skank like you doing in a place like this?"

She didn't answer me. Didn't matter. I had no problem letting her make the first move. I'm a Knight of Hell with the Mark of Cain, remember? A quick kill, I'd 'port out with the body, dump it half a state away. Then I'd come back inside and sing "Rock Me Amadeus" just to piss the crowd off. I enjoyed doing that. They wouldn't know good karaoke like mine if it walked up and bit them on the ass.

Well, that was the plan, anyway.

I reached back for the First Blade. I remember how smooth the leather wrap on the handle felt.

Things got a little fuzzy after that.

The right side of my face went red hot. The light that went off behind my eyes blinded, me like somebody set off a flash bang grenade inside my head. Every muscle in my body seized up. It hurt like a bitch. I couldn't move. Couldn't even blink.

I never took my eyes off the bitch. At least, I didn't think I did. We were nose to nose now. I thought about raising my arms. I wanted to wring her damn neck, but I couldn't.

She never stopped smiling.

We weren't alone anymore. Shadows all around. Tall. The heads looked funny, long and forked like tree branches. I'd never seen anything like that before.

...take him...

Something hit the left side of my neck.

What I saw in the air all around me was a blur. Snaky. They hit me again and when they were right on me I saw heads shaped like a triangle. Shiny red eyes. Fangs.

...tame him...

I lost count of how many times I was hit all over. They came through the air like whips. I was alone in the center of the circle. I didn't know what happened to the bitch. She was the least of my worries. One strike after another, more heat and cold. Getting hit like that was the only thing that kept me standing. My knees buckled.

I fell forward into the black, and those damned voices followed me.

Bring him to heel.

Everything went black, and that wasn't so damn bad. I didn't feel anything anymore.

Didn't last long.

Wake up, big dog.

White hot pain flared inside my head.

IT WILL AWAKEN. NOW!

I got it then.

I was dreaming before. Dreaming I was back at the Black Spur. Did a number on myself, my own personal mind fuck, just like some stupid human. I fooled myself. Tricked myself into thinking that I was back out in the wild. That I was free.

But I wasn't free.

And they wanted me to wake up.

I came out of the black and opened my eyes.

TBC