***I have this massive craving for Demon!Dean finally giving guilt and sorrow the middle finger, and instead being a hedonistic bitch. Of course, Sam will be quick on the uptake about the downsides of being a demon (holy water, demon traps etc.) and that will come, but that's gonna have to wait till the next chapter. For now, enjoy! (And leave a review once you're done)***
"It's still him, Sam," Cas told him, solemnly, "And he is alive."
"Yeah," Sam sighed, scrubbing a hand across his face, "I… I get that. Do you think we can cure him?"
"I don't know. Cain never succeeded, but you seem to defy normal expectations in most tasks that you take on. Of course, that generally makes the situation worse, although–"
"Not helping, Cas," Sam growled. "Do you think Dean–"
"Do you think I what?" Dean asked, appearing behind him.
"Jesus freaking Christ!" Sam gasped, hands flying up in surprise. "Dean."
Dean just snickered, "Getting your panties in a twist, little brother?" He asked, leering at him with a cocky grin. "It's rude to talk behind people's back."
"Hello, Dean," Cas greeted.
Dean's eyes lit up and then flicked black at the sight of Castiel, smile widening, a slight laugh bursting out from his lips. "Wow, Cas, look at your wings! They're in a state – what did you do? Rip them off a dead guys back or what?"
"Dean!" Sam snapped, appalled.
"Sam!" Dean replied, in a mocking voice, amusement dancing in his now-green eyes.
"Gadreel sacrificed himself to get me out of jail," Cas said, in a hard voice. "The explosion ruffled my feathers."
Sam looked sorrowful at the loss of the former angel, whereas Dean chortled. "The rest of you is fucking hot, though. I'll groom your feathers any day," He told Cas, with a filthy wink.
The angel shuffled, looking somewhat flustered. "You're being inappropriate."
"Hell yeah," He raised an eyebrow, "And you like it." Sam cleared his throat and Dean's gaze snapped round at him, flicking again to pitch black. "What, Sammy? Want some of the action too?" He asked, striding up to Sam and putting a hand on his chest.
"No, Dean I–" The new-born demon shoved him against the wall, pressing into him with a lecherous smile. Sam struggled to get him off, but Dean was far stronger than a human now and he quickly gave up. "Dean. Get off."
Dean let him panic for a moment before chuckling and stepping back. "Only had to ask, baby boy."
Sam supressed a groan. Yes, this was definitely still Dean; now just absolutely terrible.
***Hell yeah! Review me bitch***