A Long Hunt

You Evil Son of A Bitch

Castiel felt dead inside as the man, no wait... the demon, who had been in his arms vanished.

In almost a sluggish motion Castiel looked around trying to find out where Dean had gone to.

The angel let out an animal like growl when he saw Dean appear by Crowley's side.

If someone were to look at Dean normally he would appear to be fine from the neck down, but up from there, his eyes were dark and his face was no longer the loving pure face that Cas had grown to love.

His soul had been twisted into something dark and inhuman. Dean's face was a black smoky mask with sharp misshapen pointed teeth. His eyes were solid black with what appeared to be smoke clouding along the corners of his eyes. His skin was lose and he appeared be skeletal and bony. Behind him was a stretch of dark black, leathery wings, which folded neatly behind him. They looked nothing like the smooth feathery appendages that angels possessed.

Dean had changed in a way that Cas never thought possible.

The only thing left was his vessel alone. The Dean that Cas had once loved so dearly had been cast away by the dark.

His soul now reflected the monster that had taken residence inside Dean's body.

Dean's legs quivered like a newborn trying to stand on its own two feet. His arms shook with uncertainty as he looked at the people around the room.

When Dean looked to his left, where Crowley was standing, all this uncertainty just seemed to melt away.

The demon seemed to be more confident and in control when he watched Crowley. It was like Crowley was the master and the demon within Dean was a student waiting for his commands.

"Leave him alone Crowley!” Cas screamed as he watched the demon that was hidden away inside Dean's body. “Haven’t you already hurt us enough?”

“I’m not meaning to hurt you… well…not really anyways… this is more like… self-preservation.” Crowley purred as he lifted his hand and stroked his hand through Dean’s hair.

The scream that ripped from Castiel’s throat was absolutely feral. The angel lunged at Crowley, ready to rip at him with everything he had. No one could touch Dean like that except for Cas. No One.

 “DON’T TOUCH HIM! DON’T FUCKING TOUCH HIM! HE’S MINE!!” Cas wailed like an animal.

Crowley merely waved his arm and flung Castiel back to hit a wall like it was nothing. “So possessive Castiel. He was just a simple human.”

“He is my human!” Castiel growled as he tried to extend his wings and poof to Crowley’s side, but he suddenly felt his wings get pinned painfully to the wall.

The angel screamed in pain and tears instantly pooled at the corners his eyes and before promptly spilling over onto his bloodied up face. Cas forced himself to stay as still as possible under the demon king’s invisible grip. Any slight shift or twitch sent burning, electric pain through his body like nothing else before.

Cas looked at the smirk on Dean’s face. It seemed like he was enjoying watching these screamed pulled from the angel’s lips.

“Cas!” Gabriel called as he looked over at his brother with a worried look on his face.

“Help Dean!” Cas shouted back as the simple struggled of talking made his whole body vibrate, ripping another scream from his throat.

Gabriel, who was supporting a barely conscious Bobby, looked up at Dean, standing beside the King of Hell’s side. “What the fuck?” Gabriel gasped  in shock as his mouth fell open. He was seeing exactly what Castiel was seeing. He too could see the demon inside of Dean.