Dark Alternative

This is how I was expecting season 10 to start and continue, but alas this didn't happen. So little hints of destiel, but no slash, just Cas space invader and stares. This is my first ever ff and I have no idea if I should keep going or not. I guess let me know what you think.

Oh and I don't own anything or anyone here. Thanks

Rated T for the swearing. Demon Dean, Angel Cas, Sam. W

Chapter one - eyes open.

"We'll howl at the moon together... "

Dean opened his eyes and remembered the blade that Metatron had ran through him, he was sure that it should have killed him.

'I'm alive' he quickly thought, before scoping out the room without moving a muscle.

Crowley observing from his chair next to the bed as Dean starts to feel anger pumping in his veins.

"Oh squirrel, what big black eyes you have..." laughs Crowley in a squeaky girl voice, finally catching Dean's attention.

Dean flies off the bed faster than he's ever moved before, too fast for even the king of hell to prepare for. With the blade of cain against Crowleys throat, Dean hissing in his face.

"What the hell are you doing here Cinderella? Where's Samimy? And Metatron, that suckass douche bag".

Crowley, choosing his words very carefully so as not to enrage the new knight of hell into something he wouldn't regret later.

"Listen squirrel, take it easy will ya, Metatron has been taken care of, my sources tell me our feathered friends have him upstairs peeling proverbial potatoes for the foreseeable."

"SAMMY!... Where's Sam?"

Hearing the shout, Sam grabs gun with the demon bullets in and scrambles through the bunker to get to Dean's room. 'Thats impossible, my brother is dead' Sam thought as he reached the door to Dean's room and barged in to find 2 demons in a face off, one of them wearing Dean as a meat suit.

"You son of... You get your demon scum out of my brother, RIGHT NOW! This is bad even for you Crowley, he only just died you evil bastard."

Dean, confused as he looks to Crowley, then with something that can only be called comic genius, looks behind himself before looking back to Sam.

"What are you talking about Sammy, there's only me and him in here. What the hell happened? What I miss? What did you do...either of you?"

"Don't look at me like that moose, I didn't do anything. And squirrels not dead, he's right here. As you can see by this super warm welcome".

Dean growls at Crowley and pushes the knife closer to his throat.

"Of course I'm not dead, Sammy I'm standing right in front of you. What's the matter with you?"

Sam lowered his gun slightly and stared Dean right in the face. Swallowing the huge lump in his throat and wiping his face to rid himself of the tears he can feel building behind his eyes.

"shut up! Your not my brother, how can you stand there lying and expect me to believe it? Im looking right at you, you freak, I can see your eyes for Gods sake".

"That's the second time... Sam, what's wrong with my eyes?"

With a push against Crowley and the wall Dean moves to the other side of the room to get the mirror he keeps in this top drawer.

"WHAT THE FUCK! What's happened to me? Am I a demon? Oh God, did I die 1 too many times and now I'm this? SHIT!"

Running back over to Crowley and punching him over and over, making a bloody mess of his face, Dean screams.

"You did this to me didn't you, you son of a bitch. I'd rather die than be your little demon groupie". "Please tell me you didn't help him do this to me Sammy".

Sam lowers his gun completely and taking a step closer to Dean.

"Of course I didn't, God Dean is it really you? I'm so sorry I didn't get to you in time, you should have waited for me and Cas. Don't you think we've lost enough already without you doing stupid stuff on your own".

Pointing an accusing finger at Crowley.

"Like getting the damn Mark of Cain!"

Crowley seeing this as his cue to talk, straightens his tie and clears his throat.

"And that is what I would have brought up had you not got all dramatic and," Pointing at Sam "weepy, you big girl, moose".

Dean cuts his eyes quickly to Sam in silent conversation before placing Cains blade back to Crowleys throat.

"Well, we're listening Fergus". dean spits.

"Ok girls, well it was a rumour that Cain tried to off himself, but the mark wouldn't let go of his soul, so when he bit the dust, so to speak, the mark brought him back as the original knight of hell. When we found Cain, and you took the mark for yourself, I was going to mention it but... I decided it was worth the risk to get abberdon out of my rather ravishing hair".

Sam raised his gun and moved in on crowleys space, shoving the gun in his face.

"So you decided to sacrifice Dean..."

"What can i say, stop getting in bed with demons".

Crowley raises his hand and clicks his fingers, is a poof of heat hes gone from the bunker.

"Ahhhhh, son of a bitch!"

Deans so furious, he can feel his blood boil. In a moment of rage he punches clean through the wall and into the bathroom next door. shocked at his own display of strength, Dean sobres and sighs.

"Well, what do we do now Sammy?"

"I think we should call Cas, he's been on our side more often that not, and he's been the monster before... not that your a monster Dean... but he will have some sympathy for the situation, and maybe Garth as well."

Sam drops his weapon to the floor and hugs Dean so tight his shoulders hurt.

"I thought I'd really lost you this time."

Patting Sam on the back and embracing the awkwardness of the 'cuddle', Dean closes his eyes.

"I'm not out of the woods yet Sammy."

it's just me and my spelling and grammar mistakes if I missed aanything, sorry.

Let me know if I should keep going or not, thanks.