Hi all, this is my first Drowley fan-fiction, I hope that I haven't made a fool out of myself by publishing this ! This has been inspired by a lovely Indian song, 'Mera Kuch Saman' .((Worry not, you don't need to know the song to get the fic))

The show, characters and song (both the original version and the translation) aren't mine, I am just taking my creative freedom and using it.

Cross-posted on Ao3

The moment Dean had seen who the voice mail was from, Dean had known that nothing good will come out of listening to it, and that he should, by all means, delete the voice mail. And he had done that, nearly. Something had stopped him at the very last moment. Something had frozen his finger in mid-air, looming over the delete button, and had prompted him to listen to the message instead . Dean hadn't yet realized just what that particular thing was, the one that had changed his decision. He was yet to realize which specific emotion or memory had all but forced him into this situation, but rest assured, when he successfully identifies the culprit, he will find a way to fight off that something, for he will not, can not, be in this kind of a situation again . Not when he had finally gotten himself back, not when he has buried those memories, those feelings...everything associated with those days when he had been a demon !

He won't let himself relive those days and nights spent in the company of a certain red-eyed demon, no matter how many voice mails said demon leaves him, he just won't. Dean won't let himself get lost in memories of the time he had spent with black eyes, he won't wish, he won't crave for those carefree...

" No, no Dean, get a grip on yourself " he chastised, reminding himself that those were not carefree days, those were selfish days, they weren't good, they aren't to be missed . If only that had been easy ! Try as he might, he just can't get that time out of his mind, he can't stop missing that time, when he had been...not happy, per se, but...free ! No matter how disgusted Dean felt to think of his demon-days as a time when he had been free, he just can't stop thinking like that . From the moment he had lost his Mom, and his Dad had buried himself in alcohol and hunting, Dean had been forced to carry the burden of being there for not only his little brother, but also for his grieving father. And between caring for his baby brother and father, caring for himself, doing something for his own happiness had become a surreal thought. Nothing had changed with time, Dean had remained the same, even if it seemed that he found his pleasure in greasy food, random women or killing the monster of the week .

So, it came as no real surprise to him that he had enjoyed his demon-days, when he had only himself to think about, and that he missed that feeling, that, that...liberty . Now, he knew full well that he wouldn't be able to get that anymore, and it will be best to forget those days, he hadn't been able to do that . That's why, when his phone pinged with a voice mail from Crowley, something inside him made him listen to it, and here he was, standing in the middle of his room, phone pressed to his ear, completely baffled by what he had heard.

Shaking his head to clear it off of the pitiful whining of his mind that it still missed the time spent in the company of Crowley, Dean pressed the button to replay the message, thinking that once his head was free of stupid thoughts, he will be able to grasp the meaning of Crowley's voice mail.

Some of my things are with you...

The words were uttered in Crowley's usual, gruff voice, but something about the voice didn't add up. Gone was the ever-present smoothness of Crowley's tone, and now that Dean's head was a bit clearer, it became apparent that the words were slightly slurred. Seemed like Crowley had left him a drunk voice mail . As if Dean didn't have enough on his plate, but now he had to deal with the demon's drunk messages . And that too, when Dean was busy trying to forget about his demonic escapades with said demon .

Winchester luck !

There it is ! Please review ? *makes puppy eyes*