My Supernatural Dream (Season 16)

Part One - The return

I watch as the other demons continue their chanting, the smile on my face getting bigger as I watch the black smoke swirl and form into a figure. A figure of the one true King, the only King I, and a handful of other demons would accept. The current King was not at all like his predecessor. His predecessor was stronger, wiser, and able to handle deals well, finding a loophole when you didn't think there was one to find.

When I had heard that our beloved 'King of Hell' Crowley had been killed I gathered those demons that were loyal to him, and we had spent years looking for a way to bring him back. We all knew about the 'Winchesters'' and how they had come back from the dead so many times, why not our King? We had finally found a book of necromancy and amongst the pages were stunned to find a spell to bring not only people back, but a demon too. Once it was included with Crowley's summoning spell it would not only bring back the mortal man, but the demon that dwells inside him, which for Crowley was one and the same. The demon was the man. The man, our true King.

I watch as the smoke swirls and thickens until the figure is finally clearer in the smoke, which is starting to fade and disperse as I watch. Then the black smoke is gone, and he is standing there. I look him up and down. The shoes, slacks, shirt, jacket, and tie, all black and covered the stocky build of the King that I know will rule Hell once again. His dark hair was short and the stubble on his face just accentuated the jawline.

He looked around, meeting the eyes of every one of the demons that surrounded him, then his eyes met mine and I give a slight bow "My Lord Crowley" I said softly, but I know he heard me.

"What the bloody Hell" His voice was gravelly, and his British accent sent a pleasurable tingle through me.

I step towards him "My Lord, we brought you back"

His eyes stared into mine and I could feel him in my soul. I don't mind, it was the best feeling having him back. Now all we needed to do was get his throne back.

"Back?" he questioned

"Yes, it has been many years since you gave your life. We are making preparations for you to take back the throne of Hell, and now that the Winchesters are in Heaven you-"

"The Winchesters are dead?" He snapped suddenly, interrupting me.

"Yes, My Lord" I bowed slightly again and then I watched as the smile grew on his lips. Smiling back at him I said, "Whatever you need all you have to is ask. I am at your service My Lord"

Crowley looked me over and a sly grin appeared on his lips. I knew his thoughts probably weren't pure, but I didn't care. I would give my life for him if I had too.

I gave a sly glance at Crowley and saw that he was staring at me once again. I could see that he was thinking but knew that the King wouldn't tell me unless I needed to know. I tried not to look up, but my head seemed to react on its own. I looked up and met the light green eyes, not sure whether I should say something, or turn away. I didn't do either. I just kept his stare.

Suddenly Crowley tore his stare from me he said, "Right, let's go get my throne"

I watched him as he stormed out of the room, the demons all following him. I stood watching until the last demon was gone and the door closed behind them. This was going to happen. Crowley was going to be the King of Hell once again.

Suddenly the door burst open, and Crowley came back into the room, his eyes met mine and his gravelly voice snapped "Move Y/N. Let's go!"

I couldn't move at first, but then I rushed towards him. He stepped in front of me, our eyes met and said, "Fight beside me and when I'm King again I'll make you second in comand"

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Dean sat up suddenly gasping for air and as he looked around, he saw that he was laying on his bed in the bunker. His heart was thumping hard against his chest, and he was breathing heavily trying to fill his lungs with air that he had felt he had been deprived of for so long.

Glancing around he frowned felling that this wasn't right. He shouldn't be here in the bunker, he should be in Heaven with his Mum and Dad. No. I remember, Castiel came, he asked us to help out. Help with what? I can't remember.

The room was just as he had remembered it, all his things exactly where he had left them, but he noticed the coat of white dirty dust that lay over everything. How long was I gone?

Rubbing his face with his hands he could feel that his heart was calmer now and he was breathing easier too. Dean heard footsteps coming down the hallway and looked up at the door to see Sam came running into the room "Dean!" he was gasping for breaths too and he stopped at the foot of the bed as they looked at each other.

"What have we done?" Dean asked Sam, the panic clear in his own voice "Are we crazy?"

Sam took a few extra breaths before answering, "Yep!"

The two stayed in silence for a few minutes before Dean decided it was better to get up and move around. As he stood Castiel appeared in front of them with the sound of wings "Hello Sam, Hello Dean" he said not really meeting their eyes.

"Cas" Dean stepped up to him "What-"

"It will take a little for you two to feel ok, so take your time" Castiel soothed quietly

"We don't need time Cas, I feel fine" Dean turned to Sam with a concerned look "How do you feel?"

Sam looked at him confused, but said, "Fine. I guess?"

"You guess?" Dean snapped glaring at him, expecting more details on how he felt.

"I feel fine" Sam nodded

Dean pushed past Castiel and Sam and started walking down the corridor. Sam came rushing out behind him "Where are you going?"

"Man comes back from the dead, he needs a drink. Drink, then an explanation on what the hell is happening"