Chapter 1
Dean sat on his newly found throne down in fiery hell. The first thing he saw when he was reborn as a demon was Crowley smirking down at him. Ever since then, they have been visiting bars and cheap motel rooms. Dean was drinking, terribly singing karaoke, and picking up chicks over and over, so Crowley finally presented his pitch. He offered Dean to be his second in command down in hell. He accepted with his iconic smile, avoiding the thought of his brother Sam; leaving him on Earth. Many demons were angry about Crowley putting a Winchester in a high position, but if any one said anything they would be executed as punishment for treason against the king.
One day, Dean was standing next to Crowley who was on his throne talking to a whining demon. Once he was done yelling at the demon, the king asked his consultant if he should give the demon what he wants or destroy the annoyance. The demon looked to Dean, hoping for mercy. Begging and pleading with his eyes. With his blackened heart Dean smirked and stared right into the poor soul's eyes, then said, "Kill the son of a bitch" Crowley simply snapped his fingers and the meat suit screamed bloody murder as it turned into ashes.
Crowley then stood up and straightened his jacket. He walked over the pile of burnt dust, leaving a shoe print. He approached a run down, faded, and dusty armoire and pulled out the drawer. He grabbed something engulfed in a sturdy and worn cloth and slowly unwrapped it. Revealing the First Blade, Dean's green eyes grew just a shade darker and a smirk crept along his face.
"So that's where he's been hiding all this time. I've been wondering where that old friend went." Dean told Crowley with a smile still plastered on his face and his eyes stuck on the knife.
Crowley added, "Yes, well, I've been keeping it safe; away from that nasty mark of yours. Don't want you mucking about Hell and messing up my system, but now I have a job for you that require an extra…kick"
Dean asked, eager for the assignment, but mostly the knife, "What do you need me to do?" Dean's eyes were locked on the blade when he walked over to the king.
"Heaven is trying to get ahead of us by building a new headquarters full of angels. Not too far from here. Do you think you can handle it?" Crowley asked.
"Whatever you say boss" Dean wasn't paying too much attention to what Crowley was saying, but went ahead and reached for the First Blade. Dean's fingers gently slid across the handle. He wanted to feel the grooves of the bone, feel the stained blood splattered across the smooth blade. His grip tightened and lifts the blade out of the king's hand. Again, Dean's fingertips lingered to the knife. The old and worn teeth were beginning to blacken and he felt how rough they were. He even thought of how many times the knife has been inside someone's torso or stomach.
Crowley was snapping in front Dean's face. After two times, he started blinking and looked over at the other demon. All the Winchester was doing was looking at the king. Dean's eyes were still clouded with thought, with killing. The hand that held the blade was trembling with adrenaline. A hot line ran from his wrist to just above his elbow; right to the mark. It was burning, as if there was a blue flame on his arm. Crowley was smiling because he was pleased that the knife would have such a disastrous effect on the little Winchester.
Dean took the knife and plunged it into Crowley stomach, quickly turning the king's smirk into an "O" of disbelief.
"What the Hell, you bloody maggot! What was that for?" Crowley yelled as he fell to the ground in pain.
Dean squatted down and said smugly, "Sorry about that. I couldn't 'bloody' stand the stupid ass smile on your face" Crowley was laying on the floor coughing up blood.
"How dare you betray me, you little brat!" the king howled and spat in his face.
Dean chuckled and added,"Do you ever shut up? You know what, I think I'll just put you out of your misery" The traitor to the king raised his arm along with the First Blade and was about to slice Crowley's throat when suddenly he disappeared. The king was gone. Either way, Crowley was a dead man, especially since he used the First Blade that can kill anything, even a knight of Hell.
Dean stood up and tucked away the knife in his leather jacket, a familiar place the blade could call home. With a wide stride, he walked over to the decorative throne and sat down, swinging his leg on top of top of the armrest.
His eyes flickered black, leaving the once beautiful green eyes behind, and revealing the demon inside of him. Dean chuckled and stated, "Long live the king"