Supernatural
Monologue:
I love my brother. I really do. But he, himself told me that if I was in hell, purgatory, or in any trouble that involved me already being dead, he wouldn't try to save me. I would go to hell and back for him... literally... Even though I know how he thinks, I still love and trust him. But I know that if Sam finds out that when I sat up out of that bed, my eyes were black as night, and all my cares were gone, he'd try to 'fix' it. But what he should know is that, you can't fix something that isn't broken. I like being the way I am. I couldn't give two shits about people. That's why I left a note telling him to stay away. Because I know, if you tries to help, I won't hesitate to kill him.
I wake up to Crowley throwing a pillow at my face. "We have to go, there's hunters outside." he says.
"What? You don't think I can take them?" I ask with a smile.
"Dean, you can't keep killing people and expect others not to notice that people die with you around." Crowley says.
"Well, until they notice, I'm gonna keep on keepin' on." I say, "Plus, you know I have to kill."
"Yes, but not multiple people at a time, Dean." he says.
"Again, until I get caught, I'm gonna do as I please." I say.
"Whatever, just don't come crying to me." he says.
"No need to worry about that." I say. I roll over and close my eyes, covering up my head to block out the light from the windows. I'm laying there for about five minutes, trying to go back to sleep, when someone kicks the door in. I smile and sit up. There's a scrawny little guy, about 5'5" at most. He's holding a gun, pointing it at my forehead. "Well then. You know those things are dangerous, right?" I say. He doesn't say a word, but he cocks his gun quickly. "Don't be stupid." I say. Then with a flick of the wrist, his gun goes flying across the room. Crowley has just been sitting on his bed watching the whole time. I look over at him and give him a look. He groans and gets up, goes to our bags, and pulls out a knife with a long, sharp blade. He brings it to me and I stand up, happy. Then another hunter walks in behind the 5'5" guy. This one is a bit bigger, but I easily throw him against the wall, pinning him there as I tackle the small one, stabbing him multiple times in the chest. When he's dead, I walk up to the man who is still against the wall. I turn to Crowley. "You know, you're right. Killing one person was satisfying enough." I say with a smile. Then I snap my fingers and the man on the wall turns to dust. I walk back over to the bed and flop down onto it. I'm laying there for a minute or two before Crowley's cellphone starts to ring. He picks it up and looks at it, then takes it outside. He usually talks to anyone right in front of me, so I become curious. I walk over to the door and press my ear against it, but no matter how hard I try, I can't hear a damn word. I stand there four about 5 minutes, trying to hear who it is, but when I hear the doorknob jiggle, I jump back onto the bed. "What was that all about?" I ask, smoothly.
"I'll tell you later." Crowley says. Then he grabs his coat, and walks out the door.