Meet me at the Cross road.

Danger is said to reside within Him

Dean looked in the mirror struggling to control himself. This curse was starting to take its toll he needed to find a cure and fast. He tried everything but this spell could not be undone.
"Dean... is it acting up again? " Sam asked from behind the bathroom door only to be answered by the crash of the bathroom mirror.
"Sammy bring the chains! ' can't hold it back anymore!" A guttural scream escaped from his mouth as he held on to the basin with all his strength trying to pull the monster back into its cage.
Sam broke down the bathroom door iron chains thrown over his shoulder.  He got dean tied down to the basin and the demon finally appeared. Black voids swallow up his brothers emerald green eyes and his skin sizzling through his shirt. Sam pulled out a canister of Holy water and doused the demon.
"This should hold you for tonight... i hope." Sam said to himself.
"Hey there baby brother... i hope you're right," He pulled on his chains trying to break free but only slammed back into the cold marble of the basin. " for your sake."
Sam pulled out his canister and tried to silence Dean, but it was empty the last drop dripping to the tiled floor.
"Better go fill that up Sammy." Dean taunted and as soon as Sam was out of the room he tugged and pulled at his restraints until the basin broke, chains falling limp to the floor, water spraying in every direction and pooling on the floor, but dean didn't care about that. He stumbled through to his room pulled open the window and ripped the navy blue curtain and draped it around himself making a hood. He jumped out the window and ran into the woods.
"Dean I don't want to do th-" Sam stated as he entered the bathroom only to find it empty and in shambles."Dean! " Sammy called out the open window cursing under his breath.
His brother was already outside town but he still managed to hear Sam scream his name as it echoed through the naked trees. He ran through the autumn woods faster than he had ever been and felt more alive than he ever had, he didn't care nor did he doubt. He just ...did, but the bliss of being the demon always came first and then...then the hunger came and Dean was locked in the very cage he had built for the monster. His predatory instincts surfaced as he lurked behind the bone bare oaks listening carefull,watching and waiting.
'Hunter? Hunter? Boy where are you?" Dean heard a soft voice in the distance stalking it hoping to get close enough. "Here boy where are you..." He brought out his emerald eyes and went in for the catch of the day.
"Excuse me miss..." He faked an injury limping towards you and dug his nails into his own stomach and chest carving deep wounds that would take time to heal, but enough time for him to get to his prey. "Can you hel-" He fell to his knees trying to make it all the more convincing.
"Oh god, sure here..." You threw his arm around your shoulder and dragged him to your little cabin. You kicked the door open and only just managed to plop him down on the couch. You placed a candle on the table beside him. Next, you got your needle and thread, wet cloth and a bottle of your father's whiskey. You pulled up his shirt and started cleaning up all the blood and poured the alcohol on the open wounds, your patient hissing through his teeth. You blushed as you traced your fingertips over the open flesh on his beautifully chiseled chest. "what happened? " you asked.
"I did this to myself to get your attention." He smirked pulling off his shirt. "did it work?"  Dean flicked his hand in your direction sending you flying against the cabin wall with a thud all the air expelled from your lungs.
"Wha-" you managed, but was interrupted by the mock gentle finger placed on your lips. He stepped back and you watched the large wounds mend themselves not even a single scar remained. "What are you?"
"Your best nightmare sweetheart..." He answered as his green eyes were enveloped in black ink. He ran a hand through his sweaty hair and pulled out a knife from the small of his back and held it up to you making a small incision on your cheek. Before the crimson liquid spilled he placed his chapped lips on the slit and let his tongue dance across it causing a stinging sensation. You turned your head to the side a small sigh escaping your lips.
"Did you like that?" He asked surprised and stepped back holding out his hand and formed a fist in anger. At that moment you felt your chest ache as he crushed you ribs. You let out a blood curdling scream followed by your cabin door being broken down.
"Dean stop! Your hurting her!" The taller man shouted, but dean just raised his hand a little higher and pinned you against the wall. You could feel his telepathic hand dig into your neck burning to the touch as you gasped for air.
"Dean please, stop...please" the tall man begged again. And then he did.

You fell to the ground in a messy heap coughing up blood. The mad man in front of you sank to his knees his arms now danging by his sides and his expression completely vacant and confused.
"Dean is that  the real you?"
"Where am I? Sammy how did I-"