It was like a damn horror movie from all the screams that were coming from the woods where Sam had taken the demon. Damn it, Sammy. You thought as the screams became louder. Sam was going mad trying to find Dean and these demons were not making it any easier. Hell, a demon was the thing that started this mess in the first place. That son of a bitch Crowley is going to pay big time for what he's done to Dean and to Sam because of it. It was bad enough that Dean had died at the hands of Metatron and was probably being held against his will by Crowley. A blood curdling scream rose from the woods and broke your thought and suddenly it was quiet again. Sam knocked on the passenger window of the car to get your attention. His hands were covered in blood from the knife he'd used on the demon and his face was torn with emotion.
"Any luck?" You asked, hoping maybe this one had been their lucky break.
"No." Sam sunk down into the passenger seat and stared at his blood stained hands as you pulled out onto the main road.
"Well, there's plenty of demons. So-" You glanced at Sam and felt like your heart had been yanked. Sam had been like this for days ever since he found Dean's note on his empty death bed. He'd have his moments of pent up emotional rage and then as soon as he would let some of it out he'd result to this lump of hopeless emotion that overtook him.
"We'll find him, Sammy." Was all you could say to him.
"Y/N! You're not going to believe this!" Sam shouted as he came running into the library of the bunker with his laptop in tow. You were all ears as he set the laptop in front of you and pointed to the screen.
"Do you realize what this is, Y/N?" Sam was smiling from ear to ear. Missing Ohio Man Found Slain in Wisconsin. Hm…
"Um, no. What does it mean?" Sam sat down in the chair beside you as he scrolled the page down to a picture taken from a surveillance video.
"Alright, get this. A "John Doe" who was murdered in Wisconsin a week ago turns out to be this guy named Drew Nealy who went missing from a religious order in Northern Ohio...okay?" You nodded. Sam's face hadn't been filled with this much excitement since… who knows when!
"Now, Drew Nealy had been missing for 3 years. Killed his wife, his kids...just disappeared. I know it's thin, but...if this guy was possessed…"
"He could be our first link to finding Dean!" You practically jumped out of your chair in joy from the thought of it.
"Exactly! So, pack your hunting bag, Y/N. We're going to drive to the police station where this surveillance video is and see where it leads us."
When the two of you walked into the police station, you were greeted by one of the officers.
"Appreciate you coming down, agent. But I'm afraid you may have just cost Uncle Sam a tank of gas." The two of you stared at him confused.
"Oh, why's that?" The officer sat down and logged into his computer. The surveillance video from that gas station popped up and started to play. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. There he was, Dean Winchester, standing near the counter of the gas station reading what looked like a porn magazine. He's alive! He's alive! Your mind screamed at you.
"You came up here to investigate Drew Neely's murder, right?"
"Right." You and Sam said in unison.
"Problem is, no one's certain it was a murder at all." What? Dean and murder? There's no-
"Okay, then what are we dealing with here? A suicide?" You looked at Sam like he was stupid. It's murder, Sam! But there's no way Dean-
"Self-defense, more likely," The surveillance video started up again as the two of them discussed it, "That John Doe right there is the one you want to keep your eye on. Watch." What you saw as the video continued shocked you to your core. Dean was standing, minding his own business and reading the porn magazine in his hand when the man behind him, Drew Neely, pulled out a knife. Just as Neely is about to stab him, Dean pulls out the first blade and stabs him.
"Son of a bitch." Sam's words break you free of your trance as the video stops on Dean's face.
"That's the image that's getting uploaded to the wires." Sam nodded and pointed at the computer screen.
"Detective, do you mind if I, uh, take another look at this?" The detective got up to allow Sam into his chair and glanced at you.
"Knock yourself out. I'll be back in a few." You nodded and as soon as the officer was out of the room, you put your attention to the computer screen as Sam rewinded the footage.
"Sam? You don't really think Dean-" Sam shook his head.
"I don't know, Y/N. Dean isn't the kind of guy to-" Sam froze.
"What? Isn't the kind of guy to what, Sam?" Sam gulped and pointed to the computer screen.
"Well, I think this guy might be the kind to." You looked at the screen expecting to see a hidden creature or something that would've explained why Dean killed this Neely guy, but this was much worse. Dean's eyes were pitch black.
You couldn't believe it. Some demon thought he could possess Dean's body as he lay there dying. That demon better hope he never meets me, you thought.
"Y/N?" Your attention was brought back to Sam as he stood outside the passenger window waiting for you to get out of the car, "You coming? Or should I interview the store clerk myself?" You shook your head and climbed out of the passenger seat.
"There is no way in hell you're going to do this without me, Sammy. We're going to find Dean." Sam smiled and lead the way into the gas station. The two of you assumed the man at the counter was the store clerk as you approached it with your badges showing.
"I'm Agent Johnson. This here is my partner, Agent Scott. We'd like to ask you a few questions about the John Doe that murdered our victim here in your gas station if that's alright with you. You called him… "porn guy"?" You looked at the store clerk's name tag, Mickey, as he nodded.
"Oh, yeah. Porn guy was an animal. Bro came at him like, "what?!" and he was all like, "wh-a-a-at?" "say my name! Say my name! Say my name." And there was a lot of blood." "Right…" you muttered as you stepped towards the counter, "Um… when the guy, uh - when - "porn guy" came in, did he...say anything?" Mickey looked at you like you had said something entirely off topic.
"W-where's the porn"
"That's all he said? Did he buy anything? Did he - did he use a credit card? Nothing?" Mickey stared at Sam blankly.
"So some guy comes in, kills another guy in your store on your watch, and you just - you what? Just keep on keepin' on?" You asked. Mickey looked back at you like you were just as stupid as him.
"You mean when porn guy was stabbing the other guy to death 10 feet in front of me, and I was having a total code-brown moment in my favorite freakin' pants because I thought I was next, did I conduct a field interview?...No." Mickey looked as if he'd just remembered something and reached under the counter to pull out a cell phone.
"Oh, hey. Uh, can you do me a solid? Found this wedged under the T.P. I think it's the dead guy's phone, and, uh, if you're heading back to the station…" You snatched the phone from his hands and slightly rolling your eyes.
"Thanks." You strolled out of the gas station and started to go through the phones messages and calls. One message stuck out to you that read, Winchester. Amherst Junction, WI Gas n' Sip B/W 11a-12p. Long live Abaddon.
"Sam?" You handed the phone to him, "I think you should probably call the number this text was sent from." Sam looked at the message and almost dropped the phone by how quickly he dialed. Sam put it on speaker phone and as it dialed your heart was beating a million miles per hour. Suddenly, the dial tone stopped and a voice spoke through the speakers.
"You're dead." Crowley, you thought as your jaw tensed and you were filled up with rage. Had Sam not suddenly started to speak, you would have taken the phone yourself and given Crowley an earful of horrible words.
"Nope. Just using a dead man's phone."
"Moose. Took you long enough. Your brother and I were beginning to wonder if you'd hit another dog. You know?" Crowley's chuckle rang through the inside of the car and made your rage spike up even more.
"My brother is dead, Crowley. We know you have some freaking demon parading around in his meatsuit, and trust us, you are gonna pay for that."
"We? Oh, that's right. You've got Dean's little long-term one night stand with you, don't you?" That was it. Your anger boiled over and you let Crowley have it.
"The term is girlfriend you son of a whore! I swear-"
"Actually, she was a witch, darling." You growled at the interruption.
"I don't give a shit, Crowley. This is all your fault, you bastard. You led Dean to the First Blade. You convinced Dean to take on the Mark of Cain. You are the reason that he is dead! I swear to God-"
"God? Don't you think he would've stopped me by now if he was even around, sweetheart? Shut your filthy whore mouth and listen to my bloody words: your boy toy is alive and kicking."
"Liar!" Your fist slammed into the roof of the car and Sam had to hold you down at this point as tears began to stream down your face, "He's dead and one of your fucking demons are parading him around like a fucking mascot of hell!"
"Sweetheart, I'm afraid you haven't allowed yourself to dream quite big enough here. Your brother is very much alive, courtesy of the mark. And the only demonized soul inside of Dean is his and his alone." You stopped cold. Did he just say-
"No. You're lying. Dean is not a demon!" Crowley's chuckle sounded over and over through your mind like the psychotic melody of a villains theme.
"Well, his soul is just a wee bit more twisted, a little more mangled beyond human recognition, but, I can assure you, all his. There, now. Feel better?" You struggled to keep yourself from letting out a pitiful cry. Sam's arms were wrapped around you now, rocking you back and forth trying to calm you down.
"And the, uh, Abaddon supporters you've been sending to kill my brother, how does Dean feel about that double-cross?"
"If that's what you think is happening, then you're more out of your depths than I thought. Especially with that walking sack of emotional fury tagging along. What's her name? Y/N, is it?"
"Leave her out of this, Crowley. I don't know how you did this, what kind of... Black-magic stunt you pulled, but hear me -I will save my brother or die trying." Yet again Crowley laughed at you and Sam. If he wasn't safe far away from you, you would've cut his guts out with the demon knife.
"You know what tickles me about all this? It's what's really eating you up. You don't care that he's a demon. Heck, you've been a demon. We've all been demons. No, it's that he's with me and he's having the time of his life. You can't stand the fact that he's mine."
"He's not your pet, you sick son of a bitch." you finally mustered the energy to scream it through the speakers.
"My pet? He's my best friend, my partner in crime. They'll write songs about us, graphic novels. "The Misadventures of Crowley and Squirrel." Dean Winchester completes me, and that's what makes you lose your chickens." You sat up and were about to let him have more profanities out of your mouth, but Sam gave you a look that said not to.
"I am going to find you, I am going to save my brother, and then I'm going to kill, Crowley."
"Well, that's the operative phrase, isn't it? "Find you." good luck with that." The phone went silent as Crowley disconnected the call. Your shoulders slumped against the passenger seat as you struggled to calm down.
"Beulah, North Dakota." Sam suddenly said.
"What?" Sam looked at you and held up what looked like a tracer. A smile creeped onto your face as you realized what Sam had said.
"We found him, Y/N." You wiped off the tears you'd shed and buckled your seat belt as Sam drove the car out of the gas station and onto the main road to Beulah, North Dakota. We're coming, Dean.
You woke up to the car stopped on the side of the road. Sam was looking all over and wondering what the hell was wrong when a car suddenly pulled up behind you. A man walked out of the vehicle and approached Sam.
"Hey. Need some help?" Sam looked grateful that someone had stumbled upon the two of you. If not, you would've probably had to help push the car since all those lessons from Dean about cars never really stuck. Mainly because you had a hard time understanding it when Dean would turn the lesson into kinky sex on top of the hood of the Impala.
"Uh...Yeah. I-I think so. It just died on me." The man laughed and his eyes barely met yours before popping the hood and getting to work.
"Your ride really has it out for you, huh?" The man's voice was muffled through the dash window of the car. I'll say, you thought. Suddenly, the sound of feet scuffling against asphalt and a thud sounded from outside the car. The hood of the car came crashing down and the man that had stopped to help out was now holding a gun and pointing it at you.
"Sorry, but I'm gonna have to ask you to step out of the car." You tried quickly to get out of the car before he suddenly came behind you and started to tie your hands together.
"What do you want?" You said before he suddenly tied a piece of cloth around your mouth.
"Sorry, beautiful." All you saw next was his fist collide with your temple and the world around you went black.