Crowley sends me to go finish a deal so he can get his stupid soul. Kill the cheating wife and this dick gets his soul dragged off by hellhounds ten years later. As I reach the large, nice house, this guy drives up. I walk over to the car, trying to figure out what's going on. I get into the car and scare this dude.
"Hi. I'm Josh. NOW GO KILL MY WIFE! You need to. It's your job." I go so pissed, I lost my train of thought.
"Well, how about this for my job?" and the First blade smoothly glides into his body. Seeing the blood gush from his back giving me a high. Feeling his pulse die out fills me with pleasure. The Mark is feeding, and I love it.
Walking straight into Hell as a demon feels amazing. Seeing Crowley's stressed face turn from happiness, to confusion, to anger is a hilarious cycle.
"If the wife is not dead, I don't get the bloody soul!" he shouts. I honestly don't care. All I know is that I am healthy again, that is, if you count killing random people that piss me off healthy.
Now that Sammy's in the Pit with Lucifer, Micheal and Adam, I have to go find Lisa. Ugh, why did I have to make that stupid promise with him?! I guess that it might be good for all of us. Sam would be happy for me, I might find a little happiness. I wonder if she would want me. I am a complete mess, NOT TO MENTION A DEMON! Maybe they won't notice. Ah who am I kidding? How will they not notice me randomly going off to kill someone, fueling the Mark. I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!
*knock knock knock*
"DEAN!" Lisa shouts as she grips me tight in a hug. I guess this might work out. I hope. We all live together as a family. Ben has grown to be more than "my girlfriend's son". He's my son too. Teaching him to work on the Impala reminds me of Sam. I shake the thought from my mind. "Sam's not coming back" I tell myself. "He's in the cage...with Michael...and...Adam...and...and...Lucifer. He's going to stay there. There's no way out."
Lisa, Ben, and I sit at a table, eating dinner as a family, in this white picket fence life that I never wanted, but I love. It's not good though. I have to feed the Mark after work, so I don't just take off to kill some innocent person, that probably has a family, a life, and things that they would die to protect, but not want to give up, every other day. But then I don't get back home until almost 10:00. I do not sleep, so I lay beside Lisa, every night, staring at the ceiling, fighting the urge to run. Fighting the urge to hurting the ones I love. Or worse. I know I need help. I can't find the help. I pray to Cas every night. I guess that he doesn't hear since I'm a demon. Why would a demon care so much? Why would I worry about being human so much? Shouldn't I be like the rest of the demons? Fighting to respect the fact that I am a servant of Hell, being happy that I'm a demon, and should be under Crowley's command.
As I walk outside to mow the grass, I feel disturbingly unsteady. I hear a scratching noise come from the garage. As I go to look, I smell sulfur. Oh, right. I am the demon. Demon or not, I go to check it out.
Stumbling toward the garage, I almost fall several times. I hear Sammy's voice, over and over again screaming with worry. "Dean! Dean! Stop Dean! Stop!" I suddenly fall, passed out, seeing Sam's face, and hearing his voice.
