A/N: Hey guys, here's part one of a theory of what may happen in the start of season 10! I simply couldn't wait until October to find out what happens so I have attempted to write my own!

Disclaimer: Not mine...If they were DemonDean would already be cured and we wouldn't have to wait 4months!

Shout out toMoonlitShadowsoftheHumanSoul she has some pretty awesome fan fictions on supernatural

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Part one

There was noise coming from Dean's room. No. He must been imagining it, noise couldn't be coming from that room. The room that held his dead brother. Ignoring the pretend noise he continued the spell to summon Crowley, where the hell was that demon?! He continued whispering the Latin phrase that would summon a demon, it was taking too long. Time was something he didn't have. Swearing he turned and punching the wall he was about to walk away.

"Come now Moose that's no way to treat a man you have just summoned."

Sam froze and turned. Crowley stood in the demon trap looking slightly bored, examining the demon more closely Sam saw a look of excitement in his eyes.

"Bring him back." Sam growled walking to the side of the trap, anger protruding from his body.

"That's quite hard whilst caught in this." He declared his face dancing, not the slightest bit concerned.

"Damnit Crowley, you got him into this mess you get him out. You hear me?" Sam's breathing becoming more rapid out of anger. "You bring him back!"

"Well Moose, let me out of here and I'll do what I can." Crowley brushed his suit of the dust that had collected on it.

Sam walked forward before bring the knife threateningly to the demon, "You try anything and I'll kill you. I'm not Dean and I'm not in the mood for second chances."

"No," Crowley observed, "You are not." He seemed happy about that thought and waited eagerly for Sam to remove some of the paint keeping him imprisoned in that circle. Indicating that Sam should lead the way Crowley followed, a grin unbeknown to Sam covering his face.

Sam walked through the building mentally preparing himself at the thought of seeing his brother's damaged face again. All too soon they arrived at Dean's room and inhaling Sam collected what little courage he had and entered. He froze. His big brother was sat up on the bed gathering his bearings. The wounds on his face healed, there was no proof of the battle he had fought.

Sam stood wide eyed, relief washed over him. Was he imagining this? Good things never happened to them. Unconsciously he looked around, wondering if Castiel had something to do with this. He could not move, his body would not allow it, his brother-his big brother-was alive. He could not have dreamed for that. Happiness washed over him, he could finally make up for the way he acted the last few months, they could be brothers again!

"Dean?" Sam exclaimed, finally his limbs would allow him to move again he crossed the room within a heartbeat forgetting momentarily Crowley's presence. But then he froze his eyes opening wider than before. No, no no no no no! This could not be happening! Sam took a step backwards before realising what he was doing and then he froze starring at his brother or what was left of him. His brother had black eyes.

Dean starred back at him his face not giving anything away. Sam could not look away, those black eyes never leaving his face. Sam reacted fast he whirled around and threw himself on Crowley pulling his arm back he allowed it to fly freely until it collided with his face.

"What did you do?" He growled, "What did you do?!" He pulled his arm back again ready to throw another hit before strong arms grabbed him and threw him easily across the room. Sam stood up quickly his eyes moving drastically from Dean to Crowley. Keeping his distance from the two Sam fumbled for his knife before pulling it out and aiming it at Crowley. "What the hell have you done?" He growled noticing demon Dean standing protectively in front of Crowley making it near impossible to kill the demon.

"I didn't do anything." Crowley counted, "I simply didn't tell you everything." He pulled his hand up to his nose which trickled from blood caused by Sam.

"Dean?" Sam eyed his brother, "Is he Dean?"

Dean starred at him his face unreadable, "I am who I am Sammy."

"You raise an interesting question there Sam." Crowley countered starring between the two brothers.

"You son of a bitch, I'm gonna kill you." Sam growled lunging forward again determined to kill the demon who started all this only to be stopped and thrown by his own brother. Strength that should be impossible for him.

Watching from a distance Crowley grinned as he saw the younger Winchester colliding with the wall before falling heavily to the floor. "Time to go Dean." He turned expecting the older Winchester to follow.

Dean frowned hesitating starring between his brother and Crowley clearly undecided. "You lied to me."

Spinning Crowley sighed. "I never lied, simply left out certain truths." Crowley shrugged edging towards the door again.

"Sam's right, you are a son of a bitch." Dean growled, griping the blade tightly in his hand.

"I'm a demon Dean I lie."

"Yeah? And so am I!" Dean retorted his eyes turning black out of anger, "You knew this would happen." Dean turned looking at his brother who lay still on the floor, he was stronger that he thought.

"Dean?"

"Leave!" Dean turned his eyes glowing black again his voice growing more hoarse, he held the blade threateningly in front of him.

Crowley nodded putting his hands up in a surrender, "Ok. Well when you see sense just give me a call. We'll take a howl at that moon then." Dean watched him leave, anger unknown to him before traipsing through his body.

He was a demon...old him would have wanted nothing more to die now. But demon him? He was eager to see his power, eager to control things he couldn't before. Old him would care...but now he didn't... he couldn't help but let a grin at all that happened as he took a seat back on his bed.

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