Prologue
Dean smiles while he looks at the sleeping form in the bed beside him. It had been three month since they had saved Sam from Lucifer's claws. Sam had said yes to Lucifer and in Detroit Lucifer meet up with his brother, Michael, in Adam's body. Castiel and Bobby shoved up and made Michael despair for awhile, but ended up getting killed themselves. Lucifer, in Sam's body, beat Dean to a bloody mess. In the end Sam took control of his own body, and Sam then managed to open the cage with the help of the Horsemen's rings. Michael appeared and he and Sam felled down into hell. A bright light suddenly appeared and Dean had to close his eyes and turn away, so as not to hurt his already damage eyes. When the light disappeared, and Dean was able to look again, two still bodies were lying on the ground. Dean stumbled to his feet and limped over to the nearest body, Adam. He kneeled down over the unmoving body, and was surprised to see that Adam was dead. He got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, that his Sammy might be dead too. He crawled over to Sam. He hurried to check his pulse. He gave a sigh of relief, when he felt a pulse, and gave a happy laugh when Sam started to open his eyes. At that moment Castiel came back, healed Dean and brought Bobby back to life. Dean smiles even more, when he remembers the sight of his brothers familiarly eyes. He lies back down on his bed, and fell into a dreamless sleep.
DEANxDAMON
At the same time, in another town, could you hear a girl scream out in pain. Moments later her body fell lifeless to the ground beside her car. A red-eyed, black-dressed, bloodthirsty male was standing hunched over her dead body, looking distressed. This demon was none other then Damon Salvatore, one of the founding family members. The girl, Jessica, was yet another victim, who died by the hands of the merciless Damon. Damon drives her car into the bushes nearby, and dumps Jessica in the back of the trunk. He then runs as fast as he can, back to the Boarding House. He finds a bottle of bourbon, and drinks most of it in a few swallows. As the night goes on, he gets more and more wasted, but no matter what he can't forget the empty feeling he has inside. At last he throws the half empty bottle angrily against the wall, and collapses on the floor, letting a single tear run down his cheek.