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-Alastair-

Crowley looked shaken as he stood before the torturer. It was defiantly a surprise, he wasn't sure he had ever seen the demon look so off his game. The crossroads demon clenched his hands slightly before releasing them; red eyes locked on Alastair's white ones.

"Well? What have you discovered?" He was getting impatient; this had better be worth his time.

"They want to purify Dean and they want to use Sam as leverage."

He fell silent, his fingers wrapping around the hilt of his blade, eyes locked on Crowley, "I will destroy them all." He hissed angrily, "Go back up there and inform the boys of this information." His hand began to bleed as he gripped his blade too tight.

So Michael wanted his vessel, he wanted his partner, and he just couldn't stand for that, Dean was his, not some pompous halo wearing nut ball's. He was sure Crowley would warn them, just as he was sure he wasn't going to see the demon for awhile. Heaven had his number and with the information they gave him he was sure they would be after him next. He dropped his blade, looking down at his bloodied fingers. He raised his hand, gazing at the blood before lapping it up slowly.

"I will be coming for you very soon." He growled, looking up at the sky toward Heaven.

-Dean-

The ritual had been a success although waking up naked in the middle of a field was not high on his list of things he wanted to do again. Sam had been a little more worse for wear. It took him a lot longer to wake up but at least Dean dressed him before carrying him back to the Impala. He had thought about leaving him naked as revenge for being tied up but decided against it. There had been a note waiting for them back at the Impala, from Crowley. The angels were ultimately after him and wanted to use Sammy to do it. He pinned the note to Sam's shirt before getting behind the wheel.

"Dean?" Sam didn't sound so hot.

"Go back to sleep Sammy." He pulled his jacket off, draping it over him, "I'll find us a hotel and you can rest."

"Ok." He mumbled, drifting back off.

He found them a hotel, a little more upscale than they were used to but Sam needed rest. He carried his brother to their room, tucking him into bed before beginning to ward the room against angels. He needed to go out and get some food for when Sam woke up but making sure he was safe came first.

"You get some rest, I'll be back soon." He closed the door behind him.

Instead of taking the Impala he decided to walk, some fresh air would do him good. What he didn't expect to see was Bobby dressed in a suit or the cops that immediately swarmed him when he went near the diner.

"Hey man, get off me!" He jerked in their grasp, his eyes shifting to Bobby. He older hunter turned and walked away.

As long as he was there he wasn't going to use his abilities, wouldn't harm these humans, "You're under arrest for breaking and entering." The cuffs snapped closed around his wrists.

"Breaking and entering? Come on, I just got into town!" He allowed himself to be ushered into the back seat, "You're making a huge mistake."

Neither of the officers would talk to him as he was taken to the station. Bobby was waiting for them. He was tossed into an interrogation room with the old hunter. Slowly he rested his hands on the table, looking up at him.

"Agent." He paused, "I'm right in assuming that I hope, you are an FBI agent, aren't you?"

"I had them turn off the cameras, they can't hear us."

He sighed softly, "Alright Bobby, you've got me, what do you plan on doing now? I don't want to hurt you but I can't let you kill me either."

"Where's Sam?" His eyes were hard but Dean could see how much he cared by the softness behind the anger.

He toyed with the links between the cuffs, "Back at the hotel." He paused, "Did you think I would hurt Sammy? I'm trying to protect him from those winged bastards."

"What do the angels want with Sam?"

"I don't know and I don't care, they're not getting him. Bobby, I know you don't trust me..."

"Damn right I don't, you went and became a demon or you're possessed by one. You don't want that, if you really were Dean you wouldn't want to be possessed."

He slowly rubbed his eyes, running his hands through his hair, "I did what I had to do. You wouldn't understand, you haven't been to hell." He was becoming exasperated, "If you're going to kick me out of my body at least bring Sam some food, he's at the Morningstar Hotel, room 370, there's a key in the stuff they took from me."

"I'll make sure he gets food but I'm going to leave you here." He paused, "If you escape, if you kill anyone here, I will track you down and send you back to hell. Am I clear?"

He grinned, "As crystal. Take care of Sammy; he's still eating that rabbit food no matter how hard I try to get him to have a burger."

Bobby nodded, walking out the door, leaving Dean to sit at the table and wait for another officer to show up. He was left in a cell for the night and yet he had every intention of walking out by morning, not harming anyone of course. He laid back on the bed, hands laced behind his head, and a dark grin on his face as his eyes flashed black.

-Bobby-

The demon was true to his word; Sam was just where he said he'd be, asleep and tucked into bed. He put the salad on the nightstand, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Seeing Dean like that he could almost believe he wasn't a demon. He hadn't seen black empty eyes, only the green that had always been there and his personality was intact as well. He had to be strong, for Sam. The younger Winchester had a huge blind spot when it came to his brother. Dean wasn't Dean, he had to remember that, no matter how much he looked and acted like Dean he knew that wasn't him, it couldn't be.

Sam let out a soft groan, rolling over, "Dean?"

He shook his head, "No, it's Bobby, you look like shit, son."

"Bobby, where's Dean?" He was more alert at the mention of his brother.

"He's fine, I didn't exorcise him but I needed to talk to you without him."

He scowled, "Where is he?" He sat up, noticing the salad.

"Eat and we can talk." He pointed to the salad, his voice a gruff order.

"You look sad." He began to eat, "Bobby, Dean is still Dean."

"Tell me everything, from the beginning."

-Dean-

He began to hum, closing his ebony eyes and cocking his head to the side. The lights began to flicker, sputtering angrily as Dean exerted his will. He could hear a drunk in the next cell call out for an officer. The moment the cop came through the door he stopped, the lights stabilizing.

"Be quiet Fred, sleep it off!" He shouted, grumbling softly about crazy drunks.

"Yeah Freddy boy, some of us need our beauty sleep." Dean shot back down the hall, snickering softly.

He snapped his fingers, the lights going out and Fred screamed. They were back on by the time the officer returned, "I told you to get some sleep Fred!" He walked down to the cell, looking in.

"Something's making the lights go out man; you can't leave me in here!" He grasped the bars, tugging at them; Dean could imagine the panic in his eyes.

"You're drunk, get some sleep."

Dean stood, approaching the bars, "Hey, I'd like to get some sleep, maybe I can get a different cell, he's freaking me out, yelling about lights and all kinds of crazy shit. Maybe he's on something stronger than booze."

"Fred." The officer sighed, "What else did you take?"

He stepped back from the bars, forcing Dean to lean forward to see what was going on. He flicked his wrist, summoning the keys from the cop's belt. Silently he unlocked his door, stepping out.

"J-Just a little pot, I'm not hallucinating, I swear!" Dean let his eyes go black, standing behind the young man, "J-Jim..." He stepped back from the bars, eyes wide.

He turned slowly coming face to face with ebony eyes, "Hi, Jim, I'm a demon, the name's Dean, pleasure to meet you. I'm afraid we're going to have to cut this meeting short, I have to be going." He flicked his wrist sending Jim into his now vacated cell, "Have a good night." He snapped his fingers, the door locking and the lights going out. The only sounds remaining were Fred's screams and the thump of Dean's boots on the concrete floor.

-Bobby-

A soft sigh escaped his lips. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Dean was the partner of the new ruler of hell and to top it off he became a demon to get rid of his conscience. He couldn't live with remembering hell so his solution was to give in to the dark side, he couldn't believe it. He supposed that therapy was out of the question, especially with their line of work, but he had Bobby and Sam, they would have listened. Bobby had placed a devil's trap at the door, Sam wasn't going to do it but he had a feeling Dean was going to get out of jail sooner rather than later. Sam had finished the story and his salad awhile ago but Bobby still couldn't wrap his mind around Dean's new condition and the fact that he wanted it. If he came before he was gone he would send him back to hell, it wasn't good for Sam to be faced with a demon that looked and acted like his brother.

"Sammy! I'm back!" He pushed open the door, stepping inside.

"Dean! Stop!" Sam shouted but it was too late, Dean stepped right into the trap.

He hissed lowly, "Dammit Bobby!" He pushed his hand on the barrier, "Let me out."

Bobby began to chant. Dean twitched, gasping, trying to keep still, trying to keep in. His eyes were black as he turned them pleadingly on Sam. His brother grabbed Bobby's arm, it was obvious he was still weak from the ritual or he would be doing a better job of stopping him.

He gasped for breath, growling, "Fuck, Sammy, I'll be back as soon as I can." He glared at Bobby, his head snapping back as his black smoke form poured from his mouth.

"You're not taking his body." Sam's voice was an angry hiss, "Don't you dare do a thing to it."

"Sam..." He looked tired, weary, "It had to be done."

"Don't you tell me that! He's my brother! I love you Bobby but you're not taking his body, I'll stop you."

He held his hands up, "Okay, okay, I give up."

He flopped back on the bed, "Good, I have to get him into the Impala, he'll be safe there." He forced himself up, moving to the body and struggling to pick it up. Bobby was here in a flash, "I've got it." He said softly.

"Let me help. I promise I won't do anything." He hoisted the limp body over his shoulder, letting Sam lead. They put the body in the trunk, making sure it was secure before going back inside.

"Bobby Singer, we owe you a debt for leading us to Sam and getting Dean out of the way." Uriel appeared in the parking lot, slowly moving forward.

Sam swallowed hard, glaring at the angel, moving backwards toward the door. Bobby placed himself between Sam and the angel, "You're not getting near him."

The moment Uriel raised his hand Bobby felt himself pushed toward the door with Sam, "Castiel, why do you work against us, your brothers?" He moved forward.

Castiel stood between the two parties, blue eyes hard, locked on Uriel, "Uriel, taking Sam will not get you what you desire." He stated calmly, not moving from his place.

Bobby ushered Sam inside, closing the door and locking it, "How do you keep an angel out?"

"Dean already took care of it; we're warded so long as we're inside."

Bobby looked outside, watching as Castiel and Uriel began to fight. Cas was on the ground, bleeding. Uriel approached slowly, very slowly. He could see the blue eyed angel drawing something on the ground in blood before turning his gaze to the other angel and slamming his bloodied hand down on the mark. Uriel let out a cry of anger, his voice shattering the window as he disappeared. The angel on the ground took a slow breath, getting to his feet.

"It is safe but you should part ways. They are using you to find Sam since he is protected."

"Thanks, Cas. How did you do it?" Sam moved to the window, looking down at the sigil in blood.

"It banishes angels." He replied simply, "I must go before I put you at risk, I will be watching out for you, Sam, you know how to reach me." He disappeared.

"It was good to see you Bobby but we need to get out of here." He moved to the Impala, getting behind the wheel, "I'll call you when things calm down." With that he was gone, leaving Bobby standing in the parking lot.

-Alastair-

To say that he was surprised when Dean literally fell into his lap would be an understatement. He was not only surprised but a little angry. If Dean was down here so soon then something happened topside. It also meant that Sam was alone. He immediately strapped his partner to the rack before he came to from his fall. He waited patiently, watching as he slowly woke up.

"Alastair?" He groaned softly, tugging at his bonds, realizing he was bound to the rack.

"Yes, Dean." He tapped his blade against his boy's cheek, "To what do I owe the pleasure of your sudden appearance?"

He swallowed hard, "Bobby exorcised me."

"He what?" His voice came out in a low hiss, "How could you allow yourself to be sent back?" The blade slid into his skin, "You have work to do topside, you're supposed to be more careful then that."

He cried out, this was not torture for pleasure, this was punishment for not being more aware, for not paying attention, "I know!" He jerked slightly, "But you can send me back, it isn't that hard." He exclaimed, panting softly as blood trickled down his chest from a slash of Alastair's blade.

"It isn't a matter of being able to or not! You should do your best to avoid running into this situation in the first place!" He drew another line of pain down his chest, over his nipple.

He let out a cry of pain as he sliced into his other nipple, "Shit! Stop! I'll carve the binding into myself! I can break it if I want to come back!"

He sighed softly, putting the blade aside, "Dean, Dean, you need more strength to deal with what's coming." He slit his wrist, holding it to his lips, "Drink."

His throat worked as he swallowed, drinking it down hungrily, as much as Alastair would let him have. It was more than he had been given before. He swallowed down the thick blood, eyes falling closed. Alastair stroked through his hair, tugging lightly at the strands. It was Dean who pulled back, gasping softly.

"I keep forgetting I don't need to breathe." He laughed softly, gasping.

He shook his head, "It should be enough for now." He looked up with a sigh, "Let's get you back up there and I'd better not see you down here again without prior arrangement. I will see you in a week."

He snapped his fingers, sending Dean back to his body. He wasn't sure what he was going to do if Dean didn't learn his lesson. His boy was intelligent, he knew how to plan, and yet he could be so very impulsive. He sighed softly, looking at the empty rack, he was the best choice for a partner but that didn't make it any easier to deal with the difficulty that is Dean Winchester. Right now his plans hinged on Dean staying topside. Crowley was out of the picture for the moment but the angels needed to be dealt with and Dean needed more strength to do it. The angels would be hard pressed to smite him now but it was still possible and if they wanted to purify him to make him clean and shiny for Michael he needed to be even stronger to resist. In the meantime if Sam was captured it would draw Dean out and he couldn't stand for that.

-Dean-

He gasped, opening his eyes and jerking upright, smacking his head on the lid of the trunk. At least Sam was kind enough to save his body from Bobby. He didn't want to think about what would happen if Bobby burned his body. At least Sam had been able to convince him of that. The Impala was running smoothly but they were on a very bumpy road and he could feel the jostle of each pothole that Sam ran over. He growled, Sam was going to pay for finding every last pothole. They finally came to a stop, he popped open the trunk, groaning and stepping out, stretching, hearing his joints pop. Sam got out of the car, walking toward him.

"Damn Sammy, you stuffed me in there all weird." He turned his neck, "Good on saving my body, I appreciate it. Why aren't we still at the hotel?"

"Angels. They were following Bobby since they couldn't track us. After Bobby exorcised you they took the chance. Cas showed up and saved us, got rid of Uriel."

"Great, I'm glad Cas was around. We can't take on angels, we know how to exorcise them but we can't fight them. So for now we work on our hunts and do our best to avoid them. Unless you have any other ideas."

He shook his head, "Just avoidance and we will have to avoid people we know unless we want them to find us."

"Let's find a hunt then, we have to keep moving." He paused, "And Sammy, try to avoid potholes in the future or I'll find a really deep one and leave you in it." He smiled happily, getting behind the wheel.

Sam read through the newspapers he gathered from the hotel room on their way out. There were signs of food attacking citizens, most of the articles claimed that the people affected must have been on drugs or were hallucinating.

"I know where we're going, Yuma Arizona."

"What's down there?"

Sam grinned, looking over at him, "Food is attacking people."

"Yuma it is!" He headed south.

It was a full day before they arrived and Dean was ecstatic that he didn't have to sleep. He couldn't wait to see food attack although he hoped it wasn't pie that was responsible. Sam slept for the last leg of their journey. When they arrived Dean immediately went for the diner, far more interested in seeing attack food than rest. Sam jerked awake when the Impala parked.

"This isn't a hotel." He mumbled, looking at Dean.

"Food! Since this job is all about food we should start sampling the fare! Come on, get up, let's eat!"

He shook his head but climbed out of the car, stretching, "Would have rather slept a bit longer but you just want pie, I hope it bites you." He grumbled, heading for the door.

"Aww, Sammy, don't be like that. Who knows, maybe your salad will bite you!" He snickered as they took a seat in an empty booth.

"What can I get for you?" Their waitress as an older lady but still in her prime with brunette hair that was slowly going grey and hazel eyes.

Dean gave her his most charming smile, "Well, Denise, I will have a piece of that delicious looking cherry pie and my brother will have a salad with lite ranch."

"And two coffees, please." Sam laid his head on the table.

"You look exhausted, poor thing; I'll be right out with your order." She put their order in, coming back with a fresh pot of coffee.

Dean got his pie first with a dollop of whipped cream, "Thank you." He took a bite, groaning, "Perfect, just perfect."

She smiled, getting Sam his salad, "Thank you, the coffee really helped."

The minute his fork stabbed into the salad he knew something was wrong. It made a strange sound before launching off his place and attacking his face. Lettuce began trying to bite him as he fought with it, trying to pull it off.

Dean was frozen, staring at the attacking salad in surprise, "It's true." He burst out laughing, "Attack of the killer salad."

"Dean! Help me out here." He struggled with a particularly large piece.

He shook his head, springing to action, helping to pull the leafy vegetable from his face, "That was the most hilarious thing I've ever seen."

Blood trickled down his face from small cuts left by onions and croutons, Dean thought he looked amazing with blood and white goop covering his face but Sam was not amused, not one bit, "Dean, I swear to God, if you say one word about this I will throw this attack salad at you and let it eat you."

He barely held in a snicker, his eyes bright with humor, "So, umm, what do you think it is?" Sam pressed a plate over the bowl, trying to keep the still violent salad in place, "Want a napkin?" He held it out, snickering.

"Shut...up." The salad gave one more buck before going still.

"I would say it's a salad ghost. Just have to figure out the attachment."

-Alastair-

The answer was in front of him all along, angels. He needed to harness their power for his own, steal their grace to increase his own power. This would require some extensive research which would require him to...acquire, one of the winged menaces. He would also need an angel blade, when he had been cast from Heaven they hadn't been allowed to keep their blades. This was going to have to be something he would have to do on his own, Dean and Sam had enough to worry about and Crowley was hiding like the coward he is. Starting small would be his best bet, it wouldn't do to jump the gun and take on one of the higher ups, he would need a low ranked angel. Of course he wasn't going to find an angel in hell, that would make it too easy, but he could drag one down. He found a thick pair of shackles to take with him, engraving binding sigils into the metal. Hell would be fine without him for a few hours or days. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling himself rush topside. His favorite vessel was always waiting for him, he had a feeling this one enjoyed being possessed by him so he took good care of the body.

"Now, how to find a winged rat." He tapped a finger against his chin. He didn't have to wait long, one of them found him. He was sure it wasn't intentional; the angel was young, at least by comparison. He also held an angel blade; it was his lucky day, "Good evening, angel." He smirked, moving forward, "Beautiful night, isn't it?"

"Foul creature, you do not belong in this world." The angel moved forward, not seeming to realize exactly who he was dealing with.

He smiled broadly, "Come, I have a rack set up just for you." He met the angel halfway, delivering the first blow.

The angel retaliated, the blade flashing in his hand. Alastair was faster, grabbing his wrist and squeezing, forcing him to drop the blade. The angel's hand glowed blue as he pressed it to the demon's forehead. He smirked darkly, taking the opportunity to snap one of the shackles to his wrist. He looked surprised, was frozen long enough for him to snap the other shackle into place and pick up the blade.

"Release me!" His eyes glowed with blue light as he tried to break them.

The torturer let his eyes roll to white as he tapped the blade to his lips, "I think not. Have you ever been to hell? You're going to love it." He snapped his fingers, whisking them below.