Team Free Will

The New Start

Dean didn't know where he was. He felt a hand land on his shoulder. He turned around quickly, it was Crowley. 

"You bastard!" Dean shouted at him. He shoved him and pulled back his arm for a punch before another demon grabbed him from behind him. 

"Dean, Dean, Dean. Do you really think I'm that dull." Crowley smirked. He nodded to the demon behind Dean. Dean shrugged and walked closer to Crowley, his fist throbbing for a punch. Crowley grinned, "How are you liking the new look, Dean?"

"You son of a bitch! How could yo-"

"Oh don't get your panties in a twist, Dean. It's who you are now so stop your blabbing." He chuckled. "It was bound to happen. It was destiny. No matter what you did, you were always gonna end up one of us." Dean smirked. His eyes flickered black. Crowley nodded to a couple demons and they took Dean away. 

"Hey. Hey. Hey!" Dean shouted, squirming in their grip, "You know I could kill both of you in a second." He growled.

"Really? Well I don't see your weapons, big guy." One of them laughed. 

"Well when I get back," Dean was shoved out the door and into the hallway, "You two are the first on my hit list." Dean said before he left.

He was starting to get a hang of this. He smiled, seeing where he ended up. But that smile slowly faded when he remebered about what his brother had said. He sighed as he walked over to the Impala. "Hey baby, ya' miss me?" He ran his fingers over he hood, smilling at the way it felt. Smooth. He winked at her before walking over to the front door. He felt tears building up in his eyes and a lump build in his throat. His brother was probably in pieces and he didn't have anyone to turn to. Dean hated knowing that he was the one to put Sam in that position and he was worried sick about him. He just knew his brother didn't want him around. "Oh god Sammy...why.." He trailed off, reaching for the door handle. He opened it slowly and moved his way through the rooms swiflty. He felt fast, really fast and strong. He looked around for the first blade which he had dropped when he rushed to the mirror to see what he had become.

"Dean...?" He heard Sam's voice from his bedroom, "Is that you...?" He sounded sick.

"Uhh...yeah, it's me Sammy." He called back softly. He heard rustling and then his brother's footsteps. 

"Listen...I'm sorry Dean...I shouldn't have-"

"It's fine Sam, it's okay." Dean said. His brother reached his arms out, he could see tears in Sam's eyes. His little brother needed him even when he was this monster. Dean reached up, pulling Sam into his arms, having him rest his head on his shoulder. He heard Sam let out a sob, he brushed his hair, "Hey, hey, hey. It's okay, it's gonna be okay."