Well. I think it's time we visited Dean-o... don't you agree.


Deep breaths.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Focus.

Repeat.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Focus.

Repeat.

Dean opened his eyes as he exhaled, his eyes zeroing in on the mirror before him.

He concentrated every time, but the results were always the same.

Black where green eyes should've been.

"Are you still wasting your time?" Crowley's voice from the door.

"Still trying to change your eyes? Trying to hide what you REALLY are."

Dean's jaw clenched, fingers curling in on them-selves as he made fists.

"I mean, I would teach you, if you were to work properly and go out in public, but you keep refusing; preferring to be a pig-headed imbecile instead of a slightly more useful 'piece of garbage', as you put it."

Dean flicked his eyes to Crowley's reflection in the mirror, though no one could really notice because there was nothing to tell that his line of sight had changed.

Crowley knew, of course, and sneered back, pleased to have finally gotten his attention.

"It would only be a few jobs… A clean up here… a deal there… Maybe an entire town wiped off the face of the Planet if I'm feeling cruel."

Dean flicked his gaze away, back to his eyes, 6 years of seeing that asshole's true form and it still made his stomach churn.

Then again, his own 'true form' was even more nightmarish.

"I'm not working for you dumbass, and I don't need green eyes to go out in public, they have this great new thing called sunglasses." Dean subconsciously reached up to touch the pair that dangled from the neck of his shirt.

"Yes, but it'd make you feel better to look like your old self."Crowley murmured quietly.

Dean can't bring himself to deny how blatantly true that is, preferring to instead finish his daily routine of eye practice.

Crowley is quiet for a moment, before speaking again "The first mission was a success, you've got 5 waiting for you in torture chambers 4-9."

Dean nodded, only slightly, and drew in a deep breath slowly, his eye lids sliding shut

He felt a small tug in his chest

He ignored it and exhaled, his eyes opening.

His focus was broken by another tug, more frantic this time.

His breath caught as he watched his eyes flicker from black to green, then black again.

He smiled.

He didn't notice Crowley fuming in the doorway.

He flicked his black eyes back to Crowley in a 'The fuck are you still doing here' sort of way; Crowley grunted and disappeared.

Dean reached up and touched his sunglasses.

He could do it, he could make it work.

His chest felt warm where the tugging had been only moments prior.

He waited in silence a little longer, just to be sure that Crowley had really gone, and then he got on his knees and clasped his hands, the migraines already starting.

"I pray to thee, Castiel, to stop whatever prison shit he's doing and listen up; I've got big news on the eye front, they turned green for a second!" He smiled despite feeling as though his head was about to crack open "I hope you can hear me, it's been Hell without you here." And he chuckles because, heh, Hell jokes.

"Also! I've gathered up a few more of your siblings and I'm about to put the plan in motion. I know you wouldn't like it, hell, you'll probably beat me half way to Thursday once I get you out but….. I don't know… just…. Forgive me, if you can." His tongue feels like it's on fire and everything fucking hurts.

He waits in silence for a moment, still hoping that maybe Cas will show up, and tell him not to do it, or at least tell him that he's forgiven.

Nothing happens though.

"… The road to Hell is paved with good intentions, angel." Dean's sighs defensively, and sways as he stands, his prayer done for the day.

He rubbed his eyes out of habit and glanced at them in the mirror again, grinning, the warm feeling in his chest remained.


Yay! Dean still hates himself! Well at least some things never change! heh... anyway, I hope you liked it! Hope it makes you intrigued enough to stay tuned or what ever the kids say nowadays! Please feel free to leave a review! I love to hear from you guys!