~Author's Note~
Hello my readers,
I want to thank you all so much for reading my stories. Also, if you are wondering... Yes, this was another story that I had on here. I had to deleted it, because I changed so much of it, but I kept the title. With the original one, I didn't like how the flow was going and I could not bring the story to an conclusion. I want to apologize for this action and hope you, my readers like this story.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley and OC.
Recap of Summary: What happens when Dean comes in contact with an unknown substance that changes him back into Demon Dean? How and can Dean return to normal?
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Supernatural! However, I do own the plot!
Note: Also, if there is any corrections you want to share, please send me a message. That a way I can fix them for the future readers-Thank you!
A Once Twisted Heart
By bluebutterfly2006
** Chapter 1**
Miles down the road, the Winchesters had arrived at their designation.
"Sam, you sure this is the correct place?" Dean questioned.
"That's what the text said."
"The same, anonymous one?!"
"I called the number back. The woman's name is Cynthia. She needs our help to check out this "creepy" place that odd stuff has happened in.
"How did she hear about us?" Dean asked, as they exited out of the 1967 Chevy Impala. With their flashlights and guns held high, they headed into the abandon degenerated two-story house. Each step the boys took, the boards creaked more. To get his mind off the fear of falling in or worse, Sam spoke. Dean on the other hand, seemed un-bothered by it.
"She heard of us through another hunter, who had worked with Garth."
"Really?! GARTH?! Why doesn't that surprise me! I'm guessing that was before he...Well- you know," Dean commented.
"That was my guess too. Hard to believe!" Sam replied.
"Some things never change. Finding it out, that is." Dean said and shook his head.
"Yeah."
They continued on through the house and up towards the hallway, the EMF meter didn't move an inch.
"Nothing!?" Dean said, as he held it up, aggravated.
"You think we've been played?" Sam asked.
"Looking that way. Let's go!"
"We haven't check the basement, yet?!" Sam pointed out.
"All alright. Afterwards, we get off this loony chase!"
Minutes later, Dean and Sam had made safety into the eerie basement. They looked around with their bright flashlights. It was all clear, until Dean spotted a jar off to itself on a shelve.
Dean picked up the jar, inside was a black-red ooze like substances that a piece of something was floating in. He made an disgusted expression.
"Hey Sammy?" Dean inquired, as he shown him the jar.
"Ugh! Great." Sam replied, followed by a repelled expression from him.
About the time Dean went to placed the jar back on the shelve, an sudden movement from the ground occurred. In doing so, it had caused Dean to dropped it; breaking and spilling the contents out. An gray smoke engulfed only Dean and in a whip of air, it disappeared.
"Dean?" Sam asked, as he couldn't see his brother's face, for his back was towards him.
For a split second, Dean's eyes turned black and back to his hazel green color.
"Yeah?" Dean answered.
"You okay?" Sam asked.
"I'm fine, never better! You?"
"Um? Yeah, I'm good."
Dean nodded and stated, "Let's go before anything else breaks!"
The Winchester left the old house not knowing what un-canned worms they had just released.
Layala reached the surface and seated herself upon a rock. She loved how the moonlight reflected on the ocean waves and how the light shimmered off the sand. The potion bottle that she gripped tightly in her hand began to feel heavy.
"I only have one chance to do this! To find my true calling!" Layala told herself.
At first, Layala was so positive with her mind made up, but now doubts clouded her judgement. It all happened one day when an weird occurrence occurred, and a conclusion about her purpose. This made her decision easier on becoming a human. She always felt as her "calling" was above on shore.
"What am I really doing?" Layala asked herself.
Suddenly, Layala jumped at the sound of an fog horn's echo from a ship that approached land. She viewed down at her beautiful green tail and sighed. Layala grasped the bottle hard. If she did this, there would be no going back! EVER!
'It would be so worth it.' Layala thought.
Layala guzzled down the potion. A sharp pain formed in her tail, followed by a surrounded of green light. Where once a mermaid tail was, now human legs appeared. She felt dizzy, disoriented and at one point did have difficulties standing, but in a rapid drive gained full control. The sea witch did expressed about the side effects of becoming human.
A sudden gust of air whipped around Layala leaving her to shivered. She realized that she needed a cover up for her bare body. Layala swiftly ran away and came across a nearby shack.
Inside, she searched for something to concealed her body. Layala glanced up at a brown blanket that was used as curtains. Unaware, voices came near the cot. She began to panic and quickly yanked the brown material down. At that instant, Layala wrapped it around herself. She hope it didn't alert the up-comers.
On the small Cape Islander in the middle of no where. The three men on board began to be restless. When the brightness from the full moon shined, things could be seen better. Every so, the waves would crashed against the boat's boards.
Sam kneel to the floor, which was slick from the previous rain. The sight of empty beer bottles rolled passed him, which caught his eye. Next, he checked the devil's trap to make sure it was still secured. Crowley pasted back and forth, impatiently. While Castiel stood in wait and finally inquired.
"You sure it's going to work?"
"It should. I hope it does." Sam answered, as he put the remaining ingredients together.
"Hurry up Moose! Work faster! My subjects need their true king, whom he desires for his kingdom. Dean has no idea what he's got himself into!" Crowley said, aggravated.
"How did this happened?" Cas questioned.
"Cas, all I know is one night Dean was his original self. Then, the next morning he acted as Demon Dean again. My guess is he had to come in contact with something back at that house."
"Or a spell cast by a certain someone?!" Cas added, with that Sam and him glared at Crowley.
"What? I did no such thing!" Crowley retorted.
An half hour nothing happened.
"GREAT! Nice work, Moose!" Crowley hissed.
"Maybe you should-" Cas had started to say, but was interrupted by a noise behind him.
A growled escaped from Dean's lips. His glossary black eyes displayed and back to his deep green shade. Dean was enraged.
"What the hell do you want?" He asked, angry and crossed his arms.
"Dean, please! This isn't you! Let us help you!" Sam begged, not wanting to travel down this path, again.
"Not this shit again!" Dean snapped.
"Dean!?" Sam replied.
"DEAN, DEAN, DEAN!" Dean mimic. "Just shut the hell up already! Leave me alone! I want nothing to do with any more jobs, people to save, or even you!"
"You can't mean that?!" Cas asked, in shocked and shook his head in disbelief.
"Dean, it's the disease talking! FIGHT THIS!" Sam demanded.
" I am more serious than ever!" Dean stated.
"Well, boys. Plan what? D, now?" Crowley suggested sarcastically. He added this. "Mark my words, Dean! Being King of Hell ISN'T just a slice of pie! Sooner, or later you will be begging me to take my throne back! I never knew you wanted to rule is a surprise to me!"
Dean let a small laugh. "Oh, Crowley! Cut the crap. You're just pist and jealous that your once subjects have seen what a true ruler can do! Now, if you excuse me I-"
"What's that green light?" Cas queried as he disturbed the conservation.
They all observed out in front of them. An glowing green light shine brightly across the dim light sky. Quickly, it faded.
Suddenly, Dean froze and dropped to his knees. In doing so, this impact broke the wood underneath him and crackled the useless devil's trap; which Sam didn't noticed the trap was worthless.
"What the hell?" Dean thundered. He stood up and then glimpsed at the others. Who had the same confused grimace, too. Dean turned and vanished.
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