One Of The Winchesters

Chapter 23

It's the next day and I'm heading into the kitchen to make a sandwich. I grabbed some bread, cheese, lettuce, tomato, and ham.
"You're making sandwiches, great! I'll have one." Dean stopped by and smiled.
He left and I chuckled. I grabbed a second plate for him and started to make up some sandwiches. Bobby went back to his place last night. I like having Bobby around. He keeps things in order and he keeps Dean in his place. Lately Dean has been alright. Not great, but alright. But the sandwiches are made. I took mine and Dean's and walked out of the kitchen.
I passed Dean's room but I heard the water running. I looked in his room and he was in front of the mirror with his eyes closed. He opened his eyes and they were black. He shut them right away and backed away from the mirror. He opened them again and they were back to normal. He looked at me with a worried face.
"Trish, I'm fine. Seriously." He said. I put the sandwiches down on the counter next to me.
"No you're not." I shook my head.
"Yes I am." He said and walked over to me. I pulled my blade out, "Trish, you don't want to do this."
"You're the one that told me not to trust demons." I said.
"You're right." Dean grinned and swiped the blade away from me. I started to back out of the room. I ran.
"Sam!" I shouted across the bunker. I ran into the main area. I stayed facing where I came in from.
"What?!" Sam ran in.
"It's back." I told him.
"What is?" He questioned.
"Sammy, we never got to finish our game last time." Dean walked in with my blade in his hand. Sam and I were both freaking out.
"How long has he been like this?" Sam asked me.
"I just saw it now." I told Sam.
"Oh no. I've been like this for seven or so hours now. I just know when I should show you. Well, it's show time now." Dean's eyes turned black. Sam and I started to run away. Sam took me into the garage.
"Try calling Cas." Sam told me.
"Why me?" I questioned.
"You listens to you more." He said. He does have a point.
"Cas, if you can hear me, Dean is a demon again and he is trying to kill us so if you could help us out here, that would be very helpful." I looked around and so did Sam.
"You guys can't hide forever!" Dean yelled through the door.
"That son of a bitch is not going to listen to me." I told Sam.
"Why? Did you make him upset?" He wondered. I stayed quiet, "what'd you do?" Then Dean kicked the door open. He walked over to us.
"Sammy, is it hide 'n seek or tag today?" Dean asked. Sam and I started to run outside.
"We can't keep running." I said.
"You think I never thought about that?!" We got outside and we stopped running.
"Hello darling. Hello moose." We turned around and it was Crowley.
"Not now Crowley." I said.
"I know. I came for two reasons. One, Armageddon is on hold for now because of Abaddon. Two, I came to stop Dean."
"Why are you helping us?" Sam asked.
"Dean asked if I knew where the First Blade was a few days ago. I knew something was up and I didn't know where the First Blade was because your winged friend Cas hid it." Crowley seemed annoyed.
"So, how are you going to help us?" I wondered.
"Oh, I already have." He said and Dean came out.
"This day just keeps getting better!" Dean laughed and walked over to us. Then he stopped. Crowley snapped his fingers and a fire lit around Dean. The fire went away and it left a dark remain of a devil's trap, "Crowley you son of a bitch!" Dean shouted.
"Hey moose." Crowley held up the devil's trap cuffs. Sam grabbed them then cuffed Dean. He took the blade from Dean and brought it back over to me. I put it in my jacket.
"So, what now? Do the same thing as last time? Or Sam, will you listen to what I said and kill me?" Dean said. I looked at Sam and he just stared at Dean. He was starting to get upset. He doesn't know what to do. I pulled Sam back.
"Let's bring him inside. We'll think about what to do then. We can't keep him in the middle of the street." I told Sam. He's really stressed and upset.

"So Sammy, what now? Hmm? Got any brilliant ideas?" Dean smirked. We brought him inside. He's tied up in a chair that is in a devil's trap.
"Dean, it's a joy to hear your sarcasm but I rather you try to kill me as a human and not a demon!" Crowley shouted then I pulled him back. I pulled him into the main area.
"Crowley, you're just going to stress Sam out more and this is exactly what Dean is going to want." I told him.
"What are we going to do?" Sam came in.
"I don't know? What did you do last time?" I asked.
"We did a ritual where you inject blood into him." Sam said.
"So pretty much making him humane?"
"Yes." Sam nodded.
"Alright, why don't we do that again?" I wondered.
"Well, I was hoping by now I would've found something that is stronger than that but that may be our only choice." Sam said.
"Sounds great. Whose blood are we using?" Crowley asked.
"I'll do it." I volunteered. Sam pulled me far away from Crowley.
"First, you aren't Dean's blood type. Second, you have angelic blood in you. I don't think that is the best idea." Sam told me.
"Alright fine. What do we have to do?" I asked.