Supernatural One-Shots

I Need You

A/N- I would love to see this scene in 10x09. Could say I'm getting excited about this episode. Enjoy!

"You haven't changed," a voice sang from the corner.

Dean looked up from the bodies littered all around him to glare at Crowley. Blood had splattered all over him, covering his trademark Winchester plaid shirt in dark red splotches.

"Guess not," Dean said as he got to his feet, his eyes turning black. "Why are you so happy, anyway? After you sold me out to Sam. Really detoured my fun for a few months, there."

"Let's just say I had a change of heart," Crowley purred, stepping forward.

"A family reunion will do that to you," another voice, with a heavy Scottish accent, floated from the shadows. The red-haired witch - Rowena.

"You?" Deanmon asked in calm curiosity.

"You're a quick one, aren't you?" Rowena trilled. "Just call me Mama Crowley. You're going to join us, Dean. We have Hell, and next we're going to take over Heaven, and rule everything in between."

Dean's eyes narrowed. "And remind me again, why in the hell would I want to help you?"

"So you can be free," Crowley taunted. "Truly free, not that fake Team-Free-Will crap. Once we have rule over everything, you can do whatever you like. You'll be free to drink as much as you want, collect as many souls as you like, sing as much karaoke as your heart desires. No responsibility, no weight on your shoulders, no insufferable little moose brother to take care of. Like you wanted. After you help us with this one small thing."

Dean considered the deal. It was incredibly tempting. "What would I have to do?"

Crowley grinned.

*

"He can't have just disappeared into thin air, Cas!"

Cas rubbed his forehead in quiet frustration. "Given what is out there, that is a very possible scenario, and you know it Sam."

"I know, I know," Sam sighed in agitation, pulling up a chair at the war room table. "I just feel like we're right back to where we started. What if the Mark of Cain-"

"Made Superman go Dark Side?"

Sam and Cas stood up quickly, silently pulling out angel blades and guns as they faced the direction the voice had come from, the entrance to the war room from the hallway.

"Come on Cas," Dean's voice whined sarcastically. The angel heard his name echoing around the high walls, in some twisted version of his hunter's voice. "You'd know about going Dark Side, right?"

"Dean?!" Sam called out. "You don't have to be like this again. You can fight it-"

"Would you just shut up?" Dean complained. "You're so irritating. Like a fly that won't stop buzzing in my ear."

Cas felt like there was something off about the voice. Something about it just - didn't sound natural. And not in the demon-kind of unnatural.

And then suddenly Sam was on the ground, knocked out cold. Dean stood behind him, holding the hammer from his last rampage around the bunker. The First Blade was stowed in his back pocket. His eyes rested on Cas, and Cas glared back in silent horror. His eyes were green, not black, but they were not his Dean's eyes. They were hardened and unforgiving.

Rowena stepped out from behind the staircase, and pointed to the entrance where Dean's fake voice had been coming from. "First rule of any magic show - misdirection."

"Thank you Rowena," Dean called out, not taking his eyes off of the angel. "I got it from here."

She shrugged. Before she left, she snapped her fingers and Cas's angel blade went flying out of his grasp to the other side of the room.