Demon Dean

Hallo Squirrel, Hallo Moose

Sitting with a surly, newly made demonic version of your brother is not fun, Sam decided after spending 4 hours watching him in case of any Knight of Hell tricks Sam didn't know about. The entire time, Dean had either gave him the glare he usually reserved for the monsters they hunted, or blinked his eyes from black to green just to annoy Sam. He also kept saying things like, "Hey Sammy, want some a this?" pointing to his arm. Sam assumed that what he meant was if he wanted some demon blood, which he hadn't tasted in 4 years. All Sam did was glare back at Dean in return.

After another awful hour of that, Sam had had enough. He stood up and walked to the door, with Dean calling behind him, "Wait, Sammy! Come back!" with smirk on his face.

A few minutes later Sam came back, with a bag in hand. An angry scowl on his face, he took a bottle out of the bag, and dumped the contents onto Dean's head. Dean hissed at the new found pain of being doused with holy water, steam rising off his body. Sam threw more water onto him, but Dean was ready this time. All he did in reaction was clench his fists.

"See Dean? It's not so great being a demon. Dealing with devil's traps and holy water forever. Becoming the thing you hate most in the world. I can help you, Dean. Cas and I can save you, if you only let us. This isn't you."

With that, Sam Winchester left the room.

***

Lying on the uncomfortable cement floor, Dean thought about what Sam had said, and realized that being a demon sometimes did suck, but at least he wasn't throwing up from kill withdrawal like he would have if he were still human. He could feel the Mark calling him to find the First Blade and destroy everyone who got in his way, but he didn't feel sick because of it.

"Awesome." Dean said to himself, glad to at least partially be rid of the control the Mark had over him.

Dean stood up awkwardly, with his hands still bound by the demon cuffs. He yelled out, "Thanks a lot for "saving" me and then bailing, Crowley." Almost immediately, Crowley appeared outside of the devil's trap.

"It wasn't "bailing" exactly." said Crowley. "More like a tactical retreat. You see, Squirrel, I knew you would want to see that precious brother of yours while you still had some of you humanity left. And I also knew that he would trap you when he saw your eyes. So I thought, "What's the point of Moose trapping both of us?" So I left. Now, I can get you out of this devil's trap you so stupid allowed yourself to get stuck in. You're welcome."

And with that, Crowley made a tiny scratch in the trap, so small that nobody would notice it was there. Dean stepped out of the trap, feeling relieved to be free.

"Now," Crowley said with a slight smile, "How would you like to learn a few new tricks?"

Suddenly, Sam appeared , saw Crowley, saw Dean escaped from the devil's trap, and seemed to be at a loss of what to do.

"Oh, hallo Moose." Crowley said , and with that, the King of Hell disappeared, taking Dean with him.