Dean. That's all I could think about. It absolutely broke my heart when he died, having to see Sam carry him into the bunker, lifeless. I don't know how I'm going to live without him. I swear I'll kill that son of a bitch, Metatron. But one day when I had woken up, Dean was gone. I woke up, rubbing my eyes, realizing I was crying in my sleep from my consistent nightmares. I could hear Sam running through the bunker, screaming Dean's name. This scared me to the bone. I ran as fast as I could, screaming for Sam. I found him in Dean's room. He was staring at a piece of paper.
"Sam, what's wrong? Is Dean back?" I asked hopefully. He looked at me, tears in his eyes. He silently handed me a piece of paper. I started, I read it out loud.
"Sammy, let me go".
I teared up. I couldn't comprehend how Dean would say that. Like he doesn't want to be found. I couldn't take it anymore. I started to cry, my head in my hands. Sam hugged me, his hands on my back. I sobbed into his shirt, thinking about Dean. I didn't care if Crowley had written that letter, it still hurt me.
"I miss him, Sam," I said.
"I know, trust me I know," Sam said, crying too. We stood there for a while until I broke the hug.
"So now what? We find Dean?" I ask.
"I don't know. I don't know what happened to him or how he's back. Crowley probably did something to him. That son of a bitch." He said, anger on his face.
"Sam, we have to find him. Now that we know he's out there, or, could be out there, we have to at least try." I said, starting to get hopeful. I won't give up on Dean.
"We obviously have to. But we need to figure out where he is first. I'll call him. Whether he wants to be found or not, I'm not letting him go." Sam said. Sam put the phone on speaker as we had walked into the Impala, listening to the longing rings of the phone. We sat in the Impala. Hell, it even felt wrong seeing Sam sitting in the driver's seat. I heard the call pick up and I froze. Dean could say anything. I had no idea what he was like, whether he was the same hunter or different.
"Damn it, Sam, I told you to let me go." I heard him Growl. He sounded different. Crueler.
"Dean, what's wrong with you. Where are you? Are you ok? How are you even-" Sam was saying but got cut off by Dean.
"Wow, I almost forgot how much you never shut up. In case you haven't realized, I'm a demon." He said. I froze in terror. What? That's impossible! The three of you could never get possessed because of the anti possession tattoo.
"Dean, you're not a Demon. That's impossible." I cut in.
"Ah, Babe, how are you? You sound a little... Scared. Don't worry, I won't bite. I promise. Well, unless you beg me too," He said. I couldn't say anything. He was just so different. His voice was rougher, and it made you feel... Uncomfortable... But at the same time, it made me feel alive.
"Dean, where are you? We will help you. You're probably sick or something." Sam said frantically.
"Um, one, I'm actually a demon. No possession. Just pure Dean. Two, that's possible because the First Blade brought me back if you could say that. It's like it made me linked through the Mark." Dean explained. He hung up, leaving Sam and I just sitting there in shock.
"Sam. What the hell are we going to do?" I asked. Dean was a demon. Great. Because that's exactly what you need right now. All you needed is Dean back at the bunker with you and Sam. Back to his normal self.
"I don't want to do this, but I'm gonna call, Crowley." He said.
"Ugh." You groaned. Crowley didn't pick up. Instead, he actually had texted Sam.
The message read: I know you're looking for your brother, Moose. I'll forward you the location. He's starting to get on my nerves, just take him back.
"Oh, that wasn't as hard as I thought it would be," Sam said.
"What did Crowley mean when he said, "he's starting to get on my nerves, just take him back."? And how does he even know where Dean is?" I questioned.
"For all, we know it could be a trap. But if it's not, I really need to see my brother." Sam said. We got to the location where Dean was. Of course, it was some random bar in the middle of nowhere. When we walked in, our guns by our sides, we heard footsteps. My heart started beating faster and faster as the footsteps grew louder and louder, closer and closer. When I saw him, he wasn't what I expected at all. I expected him to come out running at me or Sam, trying to attack or kill. But instead, Dean just calmly walked out of a hallway. His hair was styled differently, and I hated thinking this, but it kinda looked hot.
"Sammy, Babe. You found me. Let me guess. Crowley?" He said.
"Dean, come back with us. We will get you fixed, make you better." Sam said.
"Sammy, I told you to let me go." He trailed off, sitting at the bar, twirling the First Blade in his hands.
"Dean, it's not funny. This isn't you. You have to come with us." I said, trying to be brave.
"Oh, I'm fine. To be honest, I'm feeling better." He said with a smirk, walking closer to you.
"Dean?" I stuttered. He was smirking, and I thought he was gonna stab me with the blade. I got my gun out, pointing at his head.
"Oh please, as if you would shoot." He mocked.
"Plus, why on earth would I shoot you?" He said. Sam started to walk toward Dean, but Dean just stopped him.
"Come on Sam, you ruined the moment." He teased. I couldn't take it. I punched Dean straight in the face. Dean was startled, so Sam had a good hold of him and quickly ran him to the car. When we got to the bunker, Dean was in the devil's trap.
"Sammy, just give up. You can't cure me." Dean said, smirking at Sam and me.
"I'm getting more holy water. I'll be right back." He said and left me with Dean.
"Look, remember when Sammy and I took you in? We were in the same school." He mocked.
"Shut up." I glared.
"Wow, nice to see you too. You know why I didn't want to hurt you at the bar?" He asked.
"No, why?" I asked carefully.
"Because I liked you ever since we took you in." He said. I started to blush.
"Stop lying," I stated. He couldn't be telling the truth. He was a fricken demon!
"Step in the trap." He said.
"Why the hell would I do that?" I asked.
"Well, I can't hurt you. I have no weapons on me. I'm totally harmless." He said and flashed a smile. A real Dean smile. For a second I thought he could still be in there. I carefully stepping into the trap. Sam didn't have time to chain him to the chair or anything, so he was just standing in the middle of it. I knew Dean actually could hurt me, I've seen him fight. But I can fight too. As soon as I had two feet in the trap, Dean grabbed my head with one hand and kissed me. I wanted to shove him off of me, but at the same time, I didn't. This was wrong. Very wrong. But as soon as I and Sam cure him... Dean leaned away and I was just standing there in shock.
"I'm not so bad after all then right?" He asked, surprising innocent. Sam ran into the room and I turned around.
"Why are you in the trap?" He asked worryingly. Sam said. But the. He looked at Dean and gasped. I turned back to Dean and his eyes were fading from black to green. Dean smiled, but Sam splashed Holy water on his face. It didn't hiss or anything.
"Dean! Your back!" I said, and he hugged me tightly. He leaned his forehead on mine and kissed me again.
"True loves kiss" I mocked
