Hello again everyone! I know I left a few loose ends in The Impala and I decided to make a prequel for it! So here it is, I hope you enjoy it!
“See what I see, feel what I feel.” Crowley smiled, looking down at Dean's body. “Lets go take a howl at that moon.” Dean's eyes snapped open. Where the once green eyes had been were a pair of onyx pits that seemed to swallow the very light out of the room. There was a loud rumble. Crowley looked up at the ceiling, then back at Dean. “That would be Sam.” Crowley disappeared from the bedroom, then reappeared a few seconds later in the dungeon.
“There are certain things people should never do while drunk, and I think summoning the King of Hell is one of them, Moose.” Sam was standing over the brazier, swaying slightly. It seemed like the very depths of hell was burning in his eyes, he was holding Ruby's knife in one hand and his jaw was set. But his eyes would wander and quite frankly he stunk. He was beginning to smell like Dean.
“Crowley, you got him into this and so help me---”
Crowley held up a finger, shushing Sam mid-sentence. He put his hands in his pockets and walked to the edge of the demon trap he was standing in.
“I heard that bit, but there's something you should know. Dean's not dean, he's been turned into a Knight of Hell.”
Sam staggered backwards, he almost looked like he had been punched. He leaned against the wall, staring at the floor between his feet. His eyes wandered up to Crowley and he asked “How? How did he become a Knight?” Crowley waved his hand dismissively. “It has to do with the mark, but the point is, he's beyond me, so you're going to have to help.”
“Beyond you? How is that possible? You're the King of Hell.”
“They usually follow orders, but Dean is different. Before he was a demon, he hated me. The Knights have free will, they'll obey orders only if they feel like it. Which is why I need you. He may be a knight, but he's still a demon. Regular traps should keep him held down, at least for now. He's just come back, so he'll be weak for at least a few more hours.” Sam turned and dashed out the door. “Hey! I think you forgot something!” shouted Crowley. When Sam didn't come back, he sighed and looked at the ground.
Sam almost smashed down the door to Dean's room. The bed was empty. The sheets were still bloodstained and crumpled and a small trail of blood drops lead to the door, then out into the hallway. He fell against the wall, not quite believing what he was seeing. Dean was alive, but he wasn't Dean anymore. He was now something he loathed. When he staggered in the dungeon a few minuets later, his eyes were even redder than when he had left.
“Nice of you to come back for me.” snapped Crowley. Sam stood in silence for a moment, staring at the ground. Crowley could see him set his shoulders and take a deep breath. Sam looked up and asked, “What do you want me to do?”
Twenty minuets later, Sam was sitting at the table in the kitchen, staring at the half empty glass in front of him. He swirled the amber liquid around, then gulped it down. He slammed the glass down on the table and stood up. He was standing at the sink, washing the glass out while he heard Cas walk in the room. “You got the rest of the stuff Crowley asked for, Cas?” Cas nodded and placed all the items on the table.
“Some of these were rather hard to find, but this is all of it.”
What Cas set on the table was a truly odd assortment, containing everything from griffin feathers to fresh maggots. Sam walked over to the table and sorted to the different ingredients. He stopped, picking up a small glass jar filled with red liquid.
