Through Demon Eyes

Traveling On

"I was born without this fear

Now only this seems clear

I need to move, I need to fight

I need to lose myself tonight "

Kongos- Come With Me Now

Dean walked outside, the night air clearing away the humanity that had assaulted him inside.

"Enjoying yourself?" Crowley's condescending voice reached his ears.

He didn't bother to turn around or stop walking. "As a matter of fact, yes."

"Dean, I'm speaking to you."

"And I'm walking away. Bit of a bitch for you isn't it Crowley." When he had first woken up as a demon, Dean had thought Crowley would automatically outrank him, being the King of Hell and all. Turns out that wasn't the case. Seems that the First Blade and the Mark made him something outside of the usual power structure of Hell. He had debated going to Cain and asking him about it but found himself not caring enough to put the effort into it. He heard hurried steps behind him as Crowley caught up.

"Look, I understand that this is all new and amusing for you." Crowley started, "Having my own recent brush with humanity and all it's accompanying complications it's made me treasure being a demon even more.."

"I'm not going to help you fix Hell," He interrupted. "I'm not your clean up bitch, your morale booster or your minion. It's not my job so quit asking."

Crowley sputtered,"I.."

"Brought me back to life. I didn't ask you to, therefore I don't owe you. I know the rules since we're all on the same side now. It's been great fun having this conversation again, really. Bye." Then he sent himself across the country. Ruby had had a point when she'd said teleportation was one of the perks of being a demon.

The mark twinged again, the Blade wanted blood. Something moved in the shadows.

"Well, well, just like the old days."

His demon eyes saw through supernatural masks and disguises, that was a vampire following him. Before the Blade he would have been nervous, scared and worried about making it out of the fight alive. Not anymore. When his hand touched the Blade everything became clear, power surged through him, sang to him. The kill, that was what they both wanted, needed, it's what bound them together.

"Hey there. Hungry?" He took the Blade and sliced along his forearm, blood started dripping to the ground.

The vampire surged towards him, then suddenly stopped. "You're not human," It snarled at him.

"Don't let that stop you."

The vampire started to back away. "You're him, the new Cain, the hunter turned demon."

The Blade vibrated in his hand, urging him, seducing him with it's bloodlust, "News travels fast I see." He wanted to stretch this out, enjoy it. The Blade just wanted death. He let the vampire take two more steps away, fear making it's fangs retract. How he loved seeing the fear, it was such a nice change of pace. "Run." His voice carried death, the vamp heard it, turned and sprinted. The Blade sang, it's demands screaming in his mind. He allowed it to take control and embraced the power as his feet pounded on the concrete. His prey was all that mattered, he gained ground on the vamp and he heard it start to whimper.

They rounded a corner, bums lunged away from them, the vamp climbed a 10 foot fence like it was nothing. Dean just sent himself to the other side and appeared in front of his prey. The vamp skidded to a halt, eyes wide, chest heaving, looking from side to side like a caged animal. It was too soon to end it. He stepped aside. "Run faster this time."