Hey guys. As you all know Supernatural season 10 has officially started and as promised I will be writing a Destiel fic. I'm not sure how many chapters I should write so please if you guys enjoy the first chapter let me know ;)

Also thanks for all the recent follows, and you know what I say; if you ship it, read it.

"Dean's a what?" the angel couldn't believe his ears. Demon? But how?

"I'm sorry Cas, but it's true" Sam spoke quietly on the other end of the phone. The call was silent until Hannah grabbed Cas's attention.

"We should take our leave" she said with her hand on his shoulder. Hannah was probably right, they had a lot to do and long phone calls wasn't going to solve anything. Cas nodded in agreement then said his farewells to the Winchester before hanging up. "I am truly sorry Castiel"

"It's not your fault"

But Dean…a demon?

….

"Listen hot shot, you mind cooling it down a bit" Dean was already causing trouble in a pub that they'd barely spent 5 minutes in. The Winchester slowly let go of the man's collar leaving him gasping for air on the floor.

"Well, maybe he shouldn't have knocked my drink over" Dean glared at the man on the floor until he was out of his sight. With that he walked out slamming the door behind him.

"You know squirrel, I would much rather not be kicked out of every bar and pub we find on the road" Crowley appeared from behind him. He walked ahead into the car park and signalled Dean to follow.

"Where are we going?" Dean's attention was suddenly brought to the keys in Crowley's hand. He didn't hesitate to snatch them off him.

"Hey"

"What are these for?" Dean held them up to examine.

"Well, if you could just be patient for like 2 minutes then I'll show you" Crowley replied before snatching the keys back. Honestly. They walked through the car park and into the trashy forest off the main road. The endless trees were branched in every direction making it awkward for them to move between the thorns and brambles, especially Crowley.

"2 minutes was it?" Dean's sarcastic voice echoed through the forest. Crowley only delivered a vexing look in response. After another few minutes of walking they reached what looked like an abandoned barn.

"We're here. You happy squirrel?"

Dean walked ahead of Crowley and stole the keys from his hands once again.

"Will you stop doing that!"

"Just tell me why we're here. You just made me walk like 30 miles…"

"More like 2" Crowley offered but Dean wasn't in the mood. "Fine, fine" he walked up to the door and pushed it only to find out that there were no hinges. The door gave the loudest crash as it fell to the floor. Crowley turned around to face Dean who looked like he was ready to kill him. "My bad"

They walked down some steep metal steps before reaching the lower floor which was pitch black.

"Crowley, you wanna start explaining now?" Dean gripped onto the keys.

"Give me the keys"

"Why?"

"Now" Dean placed them in Crowley's hands.

He walked over to the other side of the room where he attempted to move a book case out of the way. Dean interrupted sending books flying in every direction. "I could have done it myself"

"Sure"

When the dust settled, a metal door was revealed. Dean watched as Crowley unlocked it and pushed it open. This time without a loud crash.

"What is it?" Dean made his way slowly towards him.

"Not what…who" Crowley switched on the lights to reveal a man in the centre tied to a chair.

Dean stared hard at the face sat in front of him. Why was he so familiar?

"Who is he?" the Winchester asked Crowley.

"Why don't you ask him yourself?"

The man looked up at Dean and smiled. "So it is true then. Dean Winchester, a demon" the man's smile turned into a grin as his eyes turned a bright shade of blue.

An angel. Dean thought he recognised him.

The Winchester turned back to Crowley, "Why have you got an angel tied up in a place like this in the middle of nowhere?"

Crowley let out a small laugh, "You're a demon now. You have even more enemies than you do when you were just ordinary Dean Winchester. So you know what that means?" he stuck his finger out and pointed it at him.

"What does it mean?"

"It means we have to start destroying our enemies as soon as possible. Heaven. And all the God damn angels…" he pointed at the man sitting in the chair, "including this one and you know who else?"

Dean kept quiet.

"Castiel"