Castle of Glass

The Misadventures of Growley and Squirrel

After a couple months of liberating freedom due to being a demon, Crowley entrusted Dean to carry out a deal. He took on the job because how hard could it really be? He'd already ganked some Abaddon loyalist demons that tried to attack him so the burning ache to kill from the mark would subside. After learning the details, Dean left the bar they'd been staying at to go visit Lester's cheating wife. He started to go in and realized Lester was in his car across the street watching. Dean plopped down in the passenger seat.
"Let me guess, Lester?" Dean said, noticing the startled look on the man's face. He also flashed his black eyes.
The man tried to respond but kept tripping over his words so he simpley nodded his head.
"What the hell are you doing here, man?" Dean asked.
"Well, my contact.. Yeah, he, uh - he told me that, uh, this was happening, so I just wanted to come down and make sure it gets done right."
"Ah. 'Cause you're the expert, huh? Listen - and this is murder 101 - when you hire someone to kill your wife, you don't want to be around when the hit goes down. It's called an alibi."
"Yeah, I know what an alibi is. I watch "Franklin & Bash"."
"Super. Listen, you sold your soul for this crap, so -"
"It's not crap. It's my life. And she flushed it down the toilet." He said as his voice started to crack.
"Les.. I'm gonna say something to you. I need you to really listen to me. You're a loser. Your lady in there - she's a North Dakota 8. You're a 4 1/2 max. Now, I don't blame her for stepping out - especially if she found you were messing around first."
"No. Oh, no. I-I wasn't...Uh - How do you know?"
"Well, you just got that, uh, pervy, "I'd do anything to nail my secretary" look."
"Oh. No. T-that - it's different when guys do it."
"Whatever. Like I said - loser, with a capital "L," rhymes with "you suck.""
"Yeah, well, you're a punk-ass demon! And you work for me now. So get in there and do your job, you freak!"
"And what are you gonna do? You gonna watch, huh? Is that what you like to do, Lester? Watch? Well, watch this." Dean said as he pulled out the first blade and plunged it into his body.

Meanwhile Sam was frantically trying to find Dean. He'd followed up on the deaths he found and learned that it was Dean's doing. At one of the crime scenes, the victim's phone was left and he saw a text saying Dean would be at that location. He also recognized the number and called it.
"You're dead." The voice said.
"Nope. Just using a dead man's phone." Sam responded.
"Moose. Took you long enough. Your brother and I were beginning to wonder if you'd hit another dog. You know?"
"My brother is dead, Crowley. I know you have some freaking demon parading around in his meatsuit, and trust me, you are gonna pay for that."
"Moose. Moose. I'm afraid you haven't allowed yourself to dream quite big enough here. Your brother is very much alive, courtesy of the mark. And the only demonized soul inside of Dean is his and his alone. Wee bit more twisted, a little more mangled beyond human recognition, but, I can assure you, all his. There, now. Feel better?"
"And the, uh, Abaddon supporters you've been sending to kill my brother, how does Dean feel about that double-cross?"
"If that's what you think is happening, then you're more out of your depths than I thought."
"I don't know how you did this, but I will save my brother or die trying."
"You know what tickles me about all this? It's what's really eating you up. You don't care that he's a demon. Heck, you've been a demon. We've all been demons. No, it's that he's with me and he's having the time of his life. You can't stand the fact that he's mine."
"He's not your pet."
"My pet? He's my best friend, my partner in crime. They'll write songs about us, graphic novels. "The Misadventures of Growley and Squirrel." Dean Winchester completes me, and that's what makes you lose your chickens."
"I am going to find you, I am going to save my brother, and then I'm going to kill you dead."
"Find me? Yeah good luck with that."
Sam hung up and placed the phone on his car's hood. He'd tracked the call to the Black Spur in Beulah, North Dakota.

Back in the Black Spur bar, Crowley and a couple of his demons were enjoying a drink as Dean came in.
"Dean! How did it go?"
"Fine. He's dead, and you're right, I do feel amazing."
"Wait "he"? "He!"?"
"Yeah, uh Lester."
"The client? You killed the client?!"
"Does it matter? He was a douche. Now he's a dead douche."
"Of course it matters! The deal was one dead wife for one soul. The wife's not dead, I don't get the soul. It's math."
"Well...There you go."
"Hey! don't turn your back on me! What do you think you're doing?"
"Whatever I want."
"Really? Because I think you don't know what you want. Tell me, Dean - what are you? A demon? If so, why isn't Lester's wife dead? Did you feel sorry for her? So maybe you're human. Except you have those pretty black peepers and you're working alongside me. Why don't you do us all a great big favor and pick a bloody side?!"
"Or what? Hmm? Go ahead. Make a move. See how it ends. I ain't your friggin' bestie, and I ain't taking orders from you. When I need to kill, I'll call. Until then, stay out of my way."
"Fine. It's over. What can I say? Crazy ones - well, they're good for a fling, but they're not relationship material." "Are you done?"
"We're done. You know what, Dean? It's not me. It's you." Crowley stated as he walked out the door of the bar, leaving Dean standing there.

Sam was just leaving his motel room as a familiar man approached him.
"Hello, Bullwinkle. You miss me?"
"So much." He responded sarcastically.
"You're here for Dean. I'm here to give him to you."
"What?" He asked, taken aback.
"The little prat's bad for business. He's...uncontrollable. Must be the Mark. Anyway, Dean's your problem now - again. Forever."
"Then where is he?"
"First, there's a small finder's fee to discuss." He said with a smile.

*An hour later*
"Hiya, Sam. Hey, Harv, why don't you go grab a smoke?
"Who winged you?" Dean asked, noticing Sam's arm in a sling.
"Does it matter?"
"Not really. I told you to let me go."
"You know I can't do that. By the way, your, uh, pal Crowley.. Sold you out."
"Sounds like him." Dean said getting up, blade in hand.
"Dean, hold on a second. You don't have to do this. Look, we know how to cure demons. Remember?"
"Little Latin, lot of blood. It rings a bell. Did you ever stop to think that if I wanted to be cured, I wouldn't have bailed?"
"That was Crowley."
"It really wasn't." Dean stated, pouring himself a glass.
"It doesn't matter, all right? 'Cause whatever went down, whatever happened, we will fix it."
"Will we? 'Cause right now, I'm doing everything I can to not come over there and kill you. I'm giving you a chance, Sam. You should take it."
"I'm gonna have to pass."
"Well, I'm not walking out that door with you. I'm just not. So, what are you gonna do? Are you gonna kill me?"
"No."
"Why? You don't know what I've done. I might have it coming."
"Well, I don't care. Because you are my brother. And I'm here to take you home."
"Hmm." He said with a laugh.
"Ah! What is this, a Lifetime movie? Huh? With your puppy-dog eyes? Oh, thanks, Sammy. I needed that. You really think those are gonna work?" Dean asked, staring at the handcuffs Sam pulled out of his pocket.
"There's one way to find out." Sam replied.
Cole Trenton bursted into the bar at that moment knocking the handcuffs to the ground along with Sam. Dean and Cole headed out front to fight it out. Once Dean had beat the crap out of him and left him a bloody mess on the ground, Sam took the opportunity to handcuff him since he was distracted.
Sam quickly put Dean in the backseat of the Impala and headed toward the front of the car.
"A pleasure doing business." Crowley said, taking the blade from Sam.
"What are you gonna do with it?"
"Toss it into a volcano, leave it on the Moon. I'll get creative. Believe me, I don't want Dean getting his hands on the precious any more than you do. Your brother knows I ratted. He tends to hold a grudge. I don't want to get... Boned."
"This doesn't make us square. If I see you again -"
"Oh, stop it, Samantha. No one likes a tease."

**A/N**
Okay so this chapter and parts of, if not most of, the next chapter are going to be almost exactly like they were in the show since I'm referencing the transcripts from the first three episodes. So all credit goes to the writers of the show for these parts. I also apologize for it seeming a bit choppy, but again this is just to set up the story, after these two chapters it'll stray from how season ten went and turn into an original story which will hopefully flow better.