Hullo everyone and welcome back to some more destiel, sorry it's been so long, I've had alot going on and honestly haven't felt like writing but I'm gonna get back into it I think. This one will be about Dean coming back from being a demon with as much accuracy as I can remember but also my own little inputs. Anyways, I hope you enjoy :)
Sam's heart was still racing in his chest as he and Cas locked Dean into the chair that sat in the dungeon of the bunker. The angel briefly made eye contact with the younger Winchester, checking in, to recieve a short nod and a small unsure smile. Meanwhile, Dean sat strapped in the chair, his eyes an ink black, taunting the two men in front of him.
"Really? The whole cuffed to the chair thing? Seems a bit...cliche don't you think?" Dean mocked
"This was the better of the two chairs, and because my brother is in there somewhere I had the forethought to use the nicer one" Sam responded in a measured tone, picking up a syrings full of a dark red liquid
Cas stood to the side, intending on being back up if things went awry, it pained him to see Dean in such a state, especially one that was so far from the actual man he was in love with and cared for deeply. He had been lost in thought until Sam made a step towards Dean.
"You gonna cure me Sam? Do what we did to Crowley, hoping it brings the old Dean back?" Dean taunted
"That's the plan, and in advance, I'm sorry for how painful this is going to be" Sam replied, receiving a scoff
Sam sighed, he moved to be behind his brother, or more so the possessed version of his brother, and let the needle sink into the skin of Dean's neck. Dean hadn't flinched until the blood in the syringe started to empty from the vial, he let a string of profanities flow before a deep chuckle left him.
"I'm impressed Sammy, didn't think you had it in you start the process, doubt you'll finish it though, can't bare to see your big brother in pain, especially pain you would be causing" Dean spoke
Sam sighed, dropping the now empty first syringe onto the tray with the other full ones and exited the room. Cas stayed for a moment, eyeing the demon currently inhabiting Dean's body, before following Sam and shutting the doors behind him.
Every hour after that until the final syringe, Sam and Cas would return and the process would repeat. Be taunted, give injection, be taunted again. By the final syringe, Dean was sweating and his eye color had gone back to its usual green, just not as vibrant. His body was slumped in the chair as he tried to catch his breath constantly, in between profanities and mockery.
For the final time, with hope between the pair, the dungeon doors opened and Cas walked in first, followed by Sam. Cas carried a blanket, folded neatly in his arms, which he placed on a seat in the room before standing guard once again.
"If it isn't my biggest fans, come for an autograph? Maybe a photo?" Dean did his best to speak between huffs for air
"No, I've come for my brother back, and this should do it" Sam stated calmly, which was impressive to Cas after everything that had been said over the past hours, as he held up the final syringe
"You really think that will work? You must be desperate" Dean scoffed, the last bits of demon temper beginning to leave him as Sam approached with the needle in hand
This time as the needle went in and the blood began to enter, instead of profanities and taunts, there was a groan and Dean's signature "son of a bitch". Sam stepped back, going to seat himself in a chair far enough back to be comfortable, while he and Cas waited to see if their efforts had been in vain or not.
