"Concentrate," said Crowley, his voice calm and firm, "don't focus too hard though." Rage coursed through Dean. "How the hell am I supposed to concentrate but not focus too hard?"

Crowley rolled his eyes. "For Devil's sake Dean, just follow my directions," Crowley replied. "I am following your directions Crowley, but they suck!"

The mirror before Dean reflected his own image. His black eyes looked stark in contrast to his light brown hair. His clothes were washed though, the dirt and blood eradicated. That at least made Dean at ease.

"The first rule of being a demon, Dean, is to know how to hide your true self," instructed Crowley, slowly and clearly. "You can't be walking around with dark eyes now."

Dean scowled. "I know, Crowley." Crowley sighed. "Think yourself human-"

"I am human, Crowley." Crowley rolled his eyes again. "You're in denial, Dean. Your a demon."

"You made me a demon," Dean reminded him fiercely, his voice rough and deep as always.

"Enough of this rubbish. Concentrate."

And he did. His good half said Sammy. Sammy. Sammy. And the less human thing subsided a little, and soon his eyes reverted back to their bright green.

Dean stared at his self. "I did it," said Dean. "You did," replied Crowley. Then the less human thing clawed back at the surface. I am inevitable it said.

His eyes changed to black, but Dean fought, and fought, and fought…

Sammy. Sammy. Sammy.

His eyes yet again returned to their bright green. His tan jacket and blue jeans seemed more normal too. He was Dean Winchester again. And he needed to find Sam.

"I need to find Sam," Dean finally said. "He thinks… he think's I'm dead."

"Better leave it that way, if Sam founds out that your a demon…"

"He won't."

"Dean, Dean, the darkness inside of you won't be kept at bay for long. It'll burn it's way out. Your humanity still clings to you… like a leech… but I promise it won't for long."

Dean moaned. "I won't let it," Dean began, "I won't let it."

"It'll surely drown you," Crowley started, "and if you don't stop complaining I hope it does."

Dean turned to look at Crowley, hate filling his eyes. "You did this. Undo it."

"Unless you have a death wish, then no."

Dean shook his head. "Let me go."

Crowley then snarled. "NO." Crowley flings his hand up and Dean flies to the ceiling and clings to it.

"You will obey me, or die."

And so Dean did.