Taken

Chapter one

The anniversary of Sam's death was difficult, Dean didn't think there would ever be a time where it wasn't going to be. Last year he had spent the whole day trying to make himself drunk until he cried. Now he was trying to do the exact same thing in his own house, maybe this time he wouldn't nearly pass out. Dean was depressed, he knew that and everyone around him did as well. He was better now at least, Castiel didn't have to constantly badger him until he got out of bed. But still, he wished that somehow or someway that all of his sadness could vanish so he could be happy again. Dean's phone vibrated and he jumped at the movement making his glass fall out of his hands and shatter on the floor.

"Son of a bitch!" He screamed. Trying his best not to cut himself he picked up the broken glass and threw it into the trash. "It's okay I've got more," Dean said to himself. He was about to answer his phone to see who was calling but he was distracted by a knock at the door. "Who could that be?" He asked, placing his phone down and opening the door. A girl with long red hair was standing outside wearing no jacket and Dean was unable to tell if her clothes were soaked from the rain or tears. He knew who she was as he went to high school with her, but he didn't think she would ever come to his house. "Anna," was all that came out of his mouth.

"I'm sorry to bother you, it's just that my father kicked me out of the house and I don't have anywhere else to go," she cried.

"That's horrible," Dean said. While he would normally take caution when it came to people knocking on his door, something about seeing her like this made him feel weird. Almost like he would take care of her and do anything for her.

"I know can I please come in Dean?" Anna asked, looking at him.

"Yes," Dean said, letting her in. She smiled as he walked away from the door and her eyes flashed black. At the same time, Castiel was calling Dean for what felt like the 100th time today.

"Come on Dean pick up," he said to himself as he heard his phone ring. Unfortunately, Castiel just heard Dean's voicemail meaning that he once again hadn't answered. He was getting worried because what if Dean had drank too much again and had blacked out somewhere. Not wanting to think about that possible result he tried again but still nothing. "I can't wait anymore," he said. Something was definitely wrong here, while Dean was usually shut in on this day he at least picked up his phone. Castiel left his apartment and got into his car worried that Dean might have done something bad to himself. He knew the drive-by heart as he had been coming to Dean's house ever since he was a five-year-old. Castiel got out of the car and knocked on the door, no one answered but he heard noises from behind it.

"Dean!" Castiel called out. He didn't know where the noises were coming from but it sounded like choking. "Come on, this is no time to sulk in your room, " he continued, still nobody came to the door. Overcome by fear Castiel knocked the door down only to see that the place was a mess, there was no sign of Dean anywhere. Castiel searched the house but found only broken shelves, knocked over tables and a torn apart closet. "Dean!" Castiel called out again. Something terrible had happened here and it looked like Dean had been kidnapped or something. He immediately called the police and tried his best not to panic.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the city, the demon had successfully taken over Dean's body and saw what the kid was wearing in one of the store windows. Dean had been wearing sweatpants and an old t-shirt something that the demon really did not like.

"You have terrible taste Winchester," the demon said to no one in particular. He walked down the streets until he saw a shop with a leather jacket in the window. "Now that's what I'm talking about," the demon turned and walked across the street, he pushed the door open where a store clerk had happily greeted him. The demon played it off like he was actually Dean even though most mortals were completely oblivious to what was truly right in front of their eyes. He started walking through the store searching for anything that could fit his tastes. Once he found what he was looking for he went to the dressing room to try it on. He pulled on some jeans a black shirt and a leather jacket. Getting rid of the shoes that he was walking in, he pulled on some combat boots and buckled up. Standing from the bench he walked over to the mirror to see how he looked. "That's more like it, don't you think Dean," the demon said.

"Get out of my body," Dean said as he appeared in the mirror. "It doesn't belong to you,"

"Foolish mortal you think talking like that makes you tough," the demon mocked. "You let me in and now you belong to me," he continued. Someone in the nearby dressing room overheard their conversation and knocked on the door. "Oh no, we can't have that now can we," the demon smirked. "This needs to be our little secret just like your little brother," he continued. Dean's eyes widened knowing that had been a touchy subject for him.

"You son of a bitch! What does my brother have to do with any of this!" Dean exclaimed. The demon shushed him and opened the door of his dressing room. Dean knew something bad was going to happen once he saw the woman standing there.

"Sorry I just thought I heard shouting, is everything okay?" She asked.

"Oh just one tiny problem," the demon answered and moved his hands so her neck would snap. "An uninvited guest," he said as she dropped to the floor dead. "Oh I could get used to this," he smiled. His eyes flashed black as he walked away from the woman and left her there. He felt Dean twitch inside him but the demon only laughed. "Relax Dean sit back and watch the show,"