Dean was at first, confused. All he had heard was Crowley command him to open his eyes. It felt weird, but he did it. He opened his eyes and saw his room like it was before. Right next to his stood Crowley, but he looked different. He did not look like his human vessel. What happened?
Memories of Metatron and his brother came into his head. Of course! Dean wanted to smack himself in the head. He had become his worst fear. A demon.
The mark burned into his skin and he groaned, but it was more bearable then before.
Dean sat up and felt, more odd then he had first realized. For one, he didn't feel quite alive, but he also didn't feel dead. The other thing he had noticed is that his wounds were healed and left behind no pain.
"Crowley, am I really...?"
"Yes." Crowley nodded. "Well I best be going now. Give me a call when you want to talk."
"Talk about what?" Dean asked aggressively, but the king of Hell was already gone.
Dean got up and heard talking coming from the outside of his door. He put his head against it and listened.
"I can't...believe..." He heard Castiel say.
"I know..." His brother had responded.
Shit, my brother, and Cas. Dean backed away from the door quickly and ran into his bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror and groaned. He blinked his eyes many times before he managed to get his eyes to look human again.
The door opened and Dean turned around to see Sam and Castiel in the doorway.
"What the...?!" Sam shouted "Dean?!"
Castiel looked around confused. There was a look of sorrow and yet hope in his eyes. Dean stepped back into his room and smiled.
"Sammy?" Dean put up a bigger smile when Sam ran over and hugged him tight. He hugged him back with just as much strength. Castiel paused before taking his turn hugging Dean, but he still smiled with glee. Dean could see Castiel's grace and its slow, small movement inside him. Castiel was right, his grace was running out.
Later that night Sam had stayed back at the bunker while Castiel wanted to speak with Dean and hang out at a local bar. After a few drinks the demon and the angel stood outside, the night breeze chilling to both of them.
"Dean, I can see what you are." Castiel finally said.
"I guessed that. I don't want to be a monster, Cas." Dean sat down at a nearby bench, head in his hands.
"I know." The other man said, staring at him.
"I think, I lost myself somewhere in the fight. Maybe it was when I was in Hell I don't know..." Dean sighed.
Castiel sat down next to him now keeping his eyes fixed on the passing cars.
"I'll find you." The angel said "Until my grace dies I'll look." He gave him a small smile. Dean returned the small smile and joined Castiel in watching the cars. One of his hands was itching to kill, and another was holding onto the angel's right hand.
