Crowley had told me what was to come. What would happen to 'squirrel'. He told me all, all that happened and why what was to come would happen. That's why I told Crowley I'd be the one he would wake up to instead of him. I would be the one to be by his side when he would open his eyes. The King of Hell almost insisted but he knew he could not change the mind of his Queen. He gave me the First Blade, hesitantly, and then gave me the address of where the Winchester was so I could assist to his 'resurrection'. He, then, disappeared right in front of my eyes as a smile crept to my face. I located the building and disappeared too.
I was surprised when I almost bump into the younger Winchester, Moose as Crowley called him, and he seemed broken to bits from his older brother's death. He obviously didn't know what would follow, therefore didn't know the Mark of Cain he got on his arm wouldn't allow him to die so easily, a thing I decided to keep for myself. Sam would know, eventually, but not now. He grew pretty fond of me, somewhat. All the time we passed together, he was like used to my presence even if I was a demon and, even more, the Queen of Hell. But it wasn't the same thing from my side; all I wanted was Dean and no one else. I remembered each of my failed attempts to reject that man, because I didn't wanted to admit I was capable of feeling love but one day it just bumped me. I loved him. And each attempt I was trying to do so I could feel otherwise was just making me loving him more. That was something to my cold demon heart but I accepted it, slowly but eventually I did.
At first I thought it would change me. That accepting my feelings for a human would change the way I act, change me completely and I thought I wouldn't be suited to be Hell's Queen anymore. But at Dean's side, I felt stronger and so everything told me otherwise. I was lucky. I mean, Dean and I never really told each other "I love you" directly but we knew there was something between each other, a thing I couldn't explain at first. We both knew what we felt but our relation didn't really became something else because that man surely was stubborn, and so was I. So it was fine that way, at least for now. I knew that one day I'll began to want more from him. I would want more than a friendship. I would want to touch him and he would touch me back. Everything human couples do, I will eventually want them. Like a kiss… We already had our first kiss but it was probably a misunderstanding because I sure didn't loved him back then, didn't I?
Maybe I'm wrong; maybe I felt something when our lips touched. It left me surprised, yes, but did I felt something else? It was too long ago for me to remember it seems. But what brings me to think that it was all a misunderstanding was because Dean did this all because of anger, for revenge you could say. There was that time during the Apocalypse where Sam was working with a demon, kind of revenge too to be honest, and he would feed from her own blood. Demon blood had become an addiction to the younger Winchester who slowly was parting ways with his older brother. One day, he heard something about Sam doing things with Ruby. And these things were not pleasant to Dean's ears. So he got mad and kissed me, so he could have his revenge somewhat. Even though I could feel all the madness and desperation in this kiss, I remember feeling a bit of passion, too. This was weird at that time but now that I think of it, it made me smile. Seeing me smile, Sam brought me back to reality.
"You probably already know about what happened, so why are you smiling? This is probably the worst time for you to be smiling!" , he yelled at me, frustratingly leaving me in front of the door, the only thing separating me from the older Winchester. The one I loved. I actually remembered I had to act like I didn't know about the fact Dean wasn't really dead when I was around Sam. But now that he is gone, I shrug it off and pull the door open. Instantly, I see him on the bed, a red jacket with a black-ish t-shirt, his usual dark blue jeans for pants. I approached him slowly, being slightly hurt by his dead face. His eyes were still closed, scratches on his face he got from his murderer, Metatron. I'll make sure he will pay for this later. I spotted a chair close to the bed and approached it even so closer to the bed, to be close to him. I hesitantly took his hand with one of mine's, I slightly glanced at the pocket of my jacket, taking the first blade with my other hand and putting it in Dean's hand.
"You know, if you wouldn't have been so reckless, it wouldn't have had to come to that.", I started, letting go of his hand and looking at him right in the face. "I mean, the Mark of Cain does make you stronger but you are still human. Oh sorry, I'd rather say you were still human.", I added with a chuckle. "Now, I know a part of you may not like it when you'll realize what you are now. But you are not dead. The mark won't let you die so easily. So, as long as you have this on your arm, you can't die, you see." I took a pause, smiling at him even if he could not see me. "But I'll make sure you like what you are now, I promise." I glanced at the blade and the mark on his arm just for a few seconds then glanced back at Dean's face. "Listen to me, you need to open your eyes. You rested too much. Since I'm here, now's the time for you to wake up.", I finished and waited for the time to come patiently.
At last, his eyes opened up. They were pitch black.