A Long Hunt

Bring him Back

Dean stood up with an evil laugh as the fresh blood dripped off his body and fell to the ground, staining the concreate around him.

He bared his teeth and let a low growl rumble from his throat as he looked at the two people in front of him. The demon took a step towards them and tried to attack Cas and Sam but he was stopped suddenly as he hit an invisible wall.

Dean looked down and eyed the devils trap around him. One of their most useful traps had now become Dean’s worst nightmare. “What is this? An intervention?” Dean asked with sneer as he tried to sound snarky.

“I guess you could call it that.” Sam said bitterly as he looked at his brother.

Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes at his brother. “You think you can fix this Sammy? I like it the way I am. I enjoy being a demon.”

“I highly doubt that.” Sam spat. “And I don’t give a fuck if you like it or not, I’m not letting you turn into something you hate. I want my brother back. For good this time.”

“I don’t need your help and I don’t need you.” Dean growled.

“Clearly…” Sam grumbled, “Look man, I miss you, Bobby misses you, and… and Cas misses you too.”

Dean finally risked looking at the angel standing beside his brother. Somehow, Dean had managed to avoid looking at Cas this entire conversation.

What Dean saw was more surprising anything. Castiel was a glowing ball of light that would have general been bright enough to blind a normal human being. Cas seemed more animalistic now, more wild and powerful than he had Dean had ever thought before.

Cas looked like a warrior.

Dean could now see the tips of black wing poking up from behind the angel’s back. Since he was a demon now, Dean didn’t need Castiel’s wings to manifest in order to see them.

“Well don’t you look different.” Dean said with a laugh that was trying to hide his shock.

Cas cocked his head to the side, his eyes were dark as he said, “I could say the same for you Dean.”

Dean smirked, “You like what you see angel?"

Cas glared at him in a stony silence, all signs of love gone. Somehow, that made it easier for Dean to pretend that they had never been lovers. Knowing that Cas loved him made it harder to keep his dark wall up. 

It seemed that Castiel's light was trying to shine bright enough to break that wall, but Dean wouldn't let it destroy him. He loved this new version of himself. Everything was easier. He cared less. It was perfect.

"Dean...." Cas breathed after a minute, "What have you done?"

"I’ve done everything I've ever wanted to.” Dean hissed with an evil smile at Cas. He glared at the angel sharply for a minute until Cas quickly dropped his gaze to the floor.

He was still staring the angel down as Sam shakily asked “Whose blood is that?”

 “Not mine.” Dean purred as his head now snapped to Sam.

“Dean who did you hurt? Is the person still alive?” Sam asked, tried to get as much information out of Dean as he possibly could. Apparently Sam thought that there might be some chance of saving all those people.

“I can assure you that they aren’t living anymore.” Dean cackled, emphasizing the word ’they’ before throwing his head back in a triumphant laugh of joy.

“T-they? How many people did you- h-how many did you…. Kill?” Sam said as his voice quivered with uncertainty.

The demon shrugged casually, as if they were merely discussing the weather, instead of people’s lives.