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Chapter One
Dean opens his eyes. He can sense that something is different but he doesn't know what. He can't quite place it but he knows that something is definitely off.
There's a gut-wrenching feeling in his stomach that's telling him that something is very very wrong, that that something might never be fixed. If he's being honest, it kind of feels like that time he ate too much tacos and had an overextended stay in the bathroom.
He sits up, rubs his eyes (they feel kind of itchy) and slowly stands up. He knows that he should find Sam to confirm what happened but before that he really needs to shower. He pads across the hallway to the bathroom.
After he's finishes his shower, he walks up to the sink and thinks he sees something in the mirror but brushes it off and goes back to brushing his teeth. But then he catches sight of it again, something dark and black. He wipes the fog from the mirror and nearly jumps out of his skin when he sees his reflection.
His eyes are black, demon-black. His eyes are black like Azazel-killed-his-mom-black, like Ruby-the-betraying-bitch-black. His eyes are black and Dean does the first thing he can possibly think of.
He smashes his fist into the mirror. The mirror shatters into a million pieces and Dean's hand starts bleeding but he doesn't feel the pain. He can't feel the pain anymore, he knows he should but he just can't. He grasps the counter, digging his nails into his palm, hoping against hope that he could at least feel something.
No luck. He doesn't feel anything.
"Don't worry, squirrel, it'll heal within seconds." A voice says behind Dean.
"Crowley." Dean snarls. "What the hell did you do to me, you son-of-a bitch?"
Crowley smirks, clearly amused by the situation. "I didn't do anything. It was the mark- the mark of Cain."
"Crowley, I swear to god-" Dean doesn't get to finish because Crowley interrupts him and says, "God has nothing to do with this."
"You knew- you knew this was going to happen." Dean accuses.
Crowley nervously scratches at his head and says, "I might have left out some minor details."
"Minor, you think this is minor? Dean catches Crowley avoiding and eye contact and then adds, "You son-of-a-bitch. After we figure out how to undo this, we will come after you."
Crowley apparently takes that as an invitation to leave and vanishes within seconds, leaving Dean alone with his thoughts.
"Fucker." Dean mutters under his breath.
After he manages to calm down and learns how to control his eyes, he goes back to his bedroom. He wanders back to his room, contemplating how he's going to break the ever so wonderful news to Sam.
He finds Sam in the living room, drinking what Dean can only presume to be his third or fourth drink seeing as the bottle is almost empty. He guesses the result of their epic adventure of finding Metatron didn't sit well with Sam either.
Fuck. Sometimes Dean wishes his life wasn't so messed up. He misses the old good old days but he knows that he can't go back in time so he rubs his eyes, sighs and decides to get it over with.
He sees the devil's trap carved on the floor and is careful not to step into it.
"Hey Sammy, we need to talk." Dean says and gives a half-smile.
"Dean." Sam looks up with questioning eyes.
"Bet you're surprised to see me alive, huh." Dean chuckles while fidgeting nervously.
"How are you alive? Crowley- he didn't show-" Sam sputters and before he can say anything else, Dean interrupts.
"Tell me you weren't going to make a deal." Dean growls. When there is no response, he walks over to Sam and hauls him up by the collar of his T-shirt and says, "Goddammit, Sammy."
Sam averts his eyes and says, "I couldn't do it, Dean. I couldn't see you die after everything. I just couldn't." At that, Dean lets him go.
"Jesus, aren't we a bunch of co-dependent bastards?" Sam snorts, then his facial expression turns serious. Dean knows that expression, knows that Sam is now trying to figure out how exactly Dean is alive.
And when Sam says, "So how are you alive", Dean can't help but feel proud for knowing his brother so well.
"Sam, I'll tell you but you have to promise something." Dean looks up to see Sam's reaction.
Sam nods.
"I need you to promise me that you won't freak out." Sam nods once again and says, "Okay."
Dean doesn't know how to start explaining his transformation to his brother so he does the first thing he can think of.
Sam gasps as Dean's familiar apple green eyes turn into those soulless, depthless black orbs.
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