The demon within Chapter one
Dean woke up from a bad dream, it had to be a dream. Crowley couldn't really be in this room telling him he became a demon. He refused to believe that he finally became what he hated the most.
"You can't just ignore me" He heard the voice on his right side, the same voice he heard in his dream. He looked to his right and there he stood, Crowley, Dean jumped from the bed and heard something clatter to the floor. As he looked down he saw the first blade lying at his feet. This couldn't be real, he was dead right? Metatron killed him so why was he back in the bunker with the first blade and Crowley standing on the other side of his bed.
"How the hell did you get here and what the hell are you doing here" Dean said to Crowley. Crowley just stood there grinning at him, Dean wanted to wipe the grin of his face. He summoned the blade and jumped over his bed. But Crowley already disappeared before his feet touched the ground.
"Calm down there, you didn't think I would let you kill me did you?" Came Crowley's voice from behind him. "You're one of my minions now Dean."
"I'll never be one of you ugly sons of bitches!" Dean screamed at Crowley.
"O Dean but you already are." Crowley said just before he disappeared.
Dean sat back down on his bed, whatever Crowley said couldn't be real, he still wanted to kill every monster he came across. He wouldn't want to kill his own kind would he? He got up from the bed to just splash some water in his face and find Sam. Walking around the bunker he found Sam sitting at one of the desks drinking.
"I believe I'm the one that's supposed to do the heavy drinking here Sammy."
Sam's head just flew up and he looked at Dean like he'd seen a ghost. Then he looked again, stood up and grabbed his demon knife. He came running for him and tried to stab him. Dean could barely evade his attack.
"What's this, is this how you greet your brother after he died?" Dean asked.
"You're not my brother you black eyed son of a bitch!" Sam spat at him.
"What do you mean Sammy hey it's just me, look." He took Sam's knife and cut himself only to find that his flesh started to smoke and it hurt a lot more than it should have. With a look of surprise on his face he dropped the blade and ran for the bathroom mirror. He looked at his face but saw someone else staring back at him. That someone else did have his face but the eyes were black, as black as a demon's . Dean screamed at the mirror and smashed it.
So it wasn't a dream at all, Crowley was sitting in his room telling him about Cain and the first blade. How he had became a demon after killing himself with the first blade. Angry Dean went into the room were he last summoned Crowley, he had some questions het wanted answered and Crowley was the only one who could.
"It won't work, I've tried it already before you turned up with black eyes." Sam said behind him. Sam started to say more, but Crowley appeared.
"Do I need to become a demon too, to make sure you come to me?" Sam asked Crowley with an angry voice.
"Well moose you were one of us once as the vessel of Lucifer but you turned the job down so we don't want you anymore." Crowley said.
"Besides, we have your brother now, a killing machine so I don't need any other demon than him. He is the best guard I can wish for." He said with a smile as if he just won the lottery.
Dean looked at Crowley with disgust in his eyes. "I'll never be your guard you sick son of a bitch." He said. Dean started to leave the room before he remembered he had some questions for Crowley. With his back to him he asked: "Why didn't you tell me this? Why did you let me become this monster?"
"Well first of all I didn't tell you because I knew you wouldn't do it if you knew, second of all do you really think you would have listened to me at that moment?" Dean turned around and faced Crowley, there was so much rage inside him. Before he knew what happened he had the first blade in his hands. How did it get here? He never summoned it from this far before, confused Dean looked at his hand holding the blade.
" You see Dean you and the blade are inseparable, you need each other to live." Crowley said, but Dean didn't want to hear any more about it. With the blade still in his hands he ran outside. He needed fresh air to clear his mind.
"You know you can't run away from this." He heard Crowley's voice behind him. The last person he wanted to talk to right now was Crowley. Dean needed time to think about what had happened to him. Without looking back he just walked away. He heard Crowley saying something about never being able to run away from the mark or the blade but he shut him out. He needed time to figure out what he was going to do with his life now that he was a demon. He couldn't go back to Sam, he would never trust him and why would he? They spent their lives learning not to trust a demon, Sam did it once and that started the apocalypse. And now he decided to trust Crowley to help them kill Abbadon and look what happened. He became a freaking demon, he suddenly had to urge to kill someone. But deep down there was a little part of Dean inside still fighting that urge.
Afraid that that part of him might not run on for very long he knew he had to lock himself up. If he didn't kill the mark would kill him right? That's what Crowley said when they spoke before his confrontation with Metatron. But where would he be safe enough? He knew that they had a safe place for him in the bunker but he didn't think Sam would help him kill himself even if he became a demon. On the other hand it was the only place he could go. He took in a deep breath and started walking back to the bunker.
"Well, well what have we here, a little Winchester out on his own." Came a voice from somewhere behind him. Dean whirled around and faced the voice, it belonged to a demon, a low life soon to be dead demon if it was up to Dean. The demon took one good look at him and spotted his black eyes. "Are my eyes deceiving me? Is the great Dean Wichester a demon now?" he started laughing manically.
"I'll never be one of you, you can go straight back to hell!" Dean shouted while he run at the demon with his first blade held up high. He chopped off his head and he felt the rush while he did it. This is what the blade and the mark wanted from him. To kill and destroy as many things as it could find. Disgusted with his self Dean fell on his knees beside the body of the demon and started sobbing. He may look like a demon but it didn't feel like he was one. While he sat there, he could feel a little hope blooming inside him. Maybe he and Sam could find a way to reverse what had happened to him. Maybe there was a way to save him. He stood up and started walking back to the bunker hoping that Sam would help him get his humanity back.