I'm Proud Of Us
Hello! So this is my first fanfiction. It is my take on what will happen after the season 9 finale, so there are spoilers. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or the story lines made by everyone over at the CW.
Dean suddenly was conscious. He was floating, no, he was lying down. He was confused, at first, but then the memories came flooding back to him. Fighting Metatron, and being stabbed in the heart.
He remembered Sammy running over and trying to convince him to get to safety, before Metatron came back. Sam had tried to get him to walk. "I'm proud of us" Dean had said. And then he died. Where was Dean, then? This wasn't what he remembered Hell to be like, but-
Sammy. He made a deal to bring him back. If that son of a bitch Crowley touched his brother he will plunge the blade into his chest himself. Suddenly, he felt the pain of being stabbed burn inside of him like a wildfire, except even worse. He tried to scream out, move, anything, but he felt paralyzed.
He didn't know how long the pain went on for-could have been months, days, or even seconds. Slowly, it ceased. He felt more at peace than he could ever remember.
Now let's go take a howl at that moon.
Dean's eyes snapped open. He found himself staring at a ceiling. He was in the bunker. He slowly sat up to see a horrific creature standing on the opposite side of the room. He remembered that as being the true form of a demon. He sprang up reaching for a weapon, to find the First Blade already in his hand. He felt a surge of power. He raised the blade.
"Now, now, Dean. We wouldn't want to kill me would we?" said a deep English accent. Crowley. Crowley changed back to his human form, the face that Dean had learned to despise.
"How dare you make a deal with Sam?!"
"A deal? With Moose? Of course not. You Winchesters only cause trouble with those. I just got Hell back. I can't have you two morons screwing it up, can I?"
"Then how the hell am I alive? I was stabbed and died!"
"That, is for you to find out. You might go…out of control. And I just got a new suit." With that he disappeared from the room. A piece of paper fluttered through the air. Dean snatched it. It said:
"Squirrel, once you sort yourself out and have your reunion with Moose, give me a shout. –The King Of Hell."
Out of control? Find out what? Why could he see Crowley's true from? How was he alive? Questions crowded his head as he slowly crossed the room. He realized that he was wearing the same outfit he was wearing when he died. Dark, dried blood was still sticking to it. He had to talk to his brother.
"Sam? Sammy!" Dean stumbled out of the room into the main are of the bunker.
"Dean?" Sam came running into the room. His eyes were bloodshot from crying. "Dean!" He didn't care about Dean's no chick-flick moments rule. Sam tackled his brother in a hug. "You're alive?" He almost whispered.
"Sammy, you didn't make any deals did you?"
"No, of course not." Sam stepped back, a little suspicious mow that he was in his right mind. His dead brother was standing right in front of him, of course he would act first, think later. "You understand that I have to…run some tests on you right?"
Nodding, Dean rolled up his sleeve. Sam took out a silver knife and handed it to his brother. It didn't burn as soon as it made contact with his skin, but Dean left a shallow cut in his forearm anyway. Nothing. Sam handed Dean a flask of holy water. Dean poured some on his arm and instantly recoiled. It burned like acid. His eyes flashed black. He couldn't see his eyes, but he knew.
Sam immediately ran forward, taking out Ruby's knife. "Who are you are you?! Get out of my brother!" He said brutally.
"Sammy, it's me, I don't-" Dean didn't trust himself, and much less expected Sam to. "Put me in a Devil's trap, lock me in the dungeon, I'll let you." He knew of a Devil's Trap under a rug in the room, and quickly ran over too it, and was instantly trapped. "See, let me explain." Explain what? Dean had no idea what the hell was going on and the only one who knew was Crowley. And he sure as hell wasn't going to call that son of a bitch for help. He was not a demon. There had to an explanation for this. He was not a demon. "I am your brother. I died and then I woke up in the bunker. Crowley was in my room, wasn't any help, and now I'm here."
"And why should I believe you?"
They heard a voice behind them. "Dean?"
So that was chapter 1! I hoped you liked it. For the sake of the story, holy water, salt, and Devil's traps affect Dean. Demons will have the power to just see the body another demon/angel is possessing, if they don't want to see their true from. Also, they can make other demons/angels not see their own true form. I would love for you to review, positive or negative. Anything to help me improve my writing, whether or not you liked it, don't hesitate! -L