In the throneroom of hell, there was a great show taking place. At least for Dean it was great. He loved the power he had over all these creatures that had betrayed him and left scars in his being. There was one that he loved to torture the most.
"What was that line he liked to say to you all?" Dean smirked while addressing the demons. He set his foot deeper into the back of his 'personal footstool'. "Ah! Yes!" Dean snickered. He began to muster up his best impersonation of a British accent. "No one in the history of torture has been tortured with the torture you will be tortured with!" He gritted into Crowley's ear.
"Dean. We were best friends." Crowley pleaded. But Dean didn't have time for pettiness. He lifted his foot and kicked Crowley across the room. He laughed ferociously loud. "Best Friends! You tried to kill me! You tried to boss me around!" He rose from the throne walking with the utmost power toward Crowley. Crowley tried hiding his fear but Dean noticed the slight shiver that went through him.
Dean smirked, "You! You called yourself the once and future king of Hell." He chuckled violently, causing everyone in the room to shake. "This is not Albion. THIS IS HELL." He kicked Crowley so hard he flew into the cage that it locked itself.
"Um...Dean—" Before the demon could say more, Dean was directly in front of him with a blade to his throat.
"I'll give you another chance to correct yourself because you're fun." Dean winked. The demon continued frantically "Sir,Your Majesty, there has been news spreading of extreme power seeping into earth."
"Extreme power? What kind of power?"
"Sorry, Sir. That is unknown to us. All I know is that the power is apparently ancient and shouldn't exist."
" I SHOULDN'T EXIST EITHER! YET HERE I AM! " Dean realized that his demonic anger was bringing out bitter memories. He calmed himself. "I want to know everything about this!" Dean ordered while looking over each and every demon in the room.
He slowly glanced over at the demon that brought him the news. "This information will be very useful to Hell. You will be rewarded. Meet me at the usual place." He said the last part with a smirk on his face. The demon,Raul, smiled brightly.
'Can Demons blush? How about Angels? Angels!? Why am I thinking about angels!? Stupid C—' Dean interrupted his own thoughts by slamming his fist into the side of the throne and walked out to who knows where.
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Personally I Like the Disease (Deanmon X Leviacas) (Destiel)
Fanfiction[DISCONTINUED UNLESS I FEEL CONFIDENT IN WRITING MORE TO THIS (sorry)] I suck at descriptions! Dean becomes a demon and no one has the ability to stop or save him. After all, how do you save someone who doesn't want to be saved. His best companion...
