Are you happy now…?
Dean closed his eyes and took a breath. He would do this. He didn't care what it took, he was gonna do it. He opened his eyes and opened the door, walking in on a sprawled Crowley.
"Hello Dean! love the crazy bloodlust in your eyes." Crowley spoke. Something was not right, his new instincts agreed with his hunter ones. Something was definitely off. He raised the blade to his chest and hit it a few times to show that if this was some kind of game, Crowley could consider himself dead.
"Let's not waste time." Crowley sure got the message. "I'll take you to Abaddon."
Dean saw the blood on his hand. Oh great. But his body was not really responding the way it always did to a trap. He was calm. Mad, but calm.
"It's not far." Crowley was trying to say something with his eyes. Dean wasn't stupid of course. He had felt them before Crowley even said his last words. He turned and pushed the blade deep in the demon attacking him, then he threw him away. He was about to launch again when the familiar force pulled his body back, and he hit the wall. Ouch. He hated this feeling. When his feet weren't on the solid ground.
"A boy and his blade. And still, no match for the new queen." Came the greetings. Dean was about to open his mouth when she twisted her hand and dammit, it really hurt. This was not how he planned things and his body was really not happy with his situation.
"So first… you'll die… painfully." Abaddon chuckled.
Nope. Definitely not ok. He struggled to get his hand to move.
"And then Crowley will watch his son die… and then the king himself… and blade destroyed."
Did she just threaten his blade? Oh no. she would pay for that one.
"That's quite a to-do list."
If it was before the blade Dean would have been talking by now. But as of the moment his mind and body weren't really worried about that part. All he knew was that he had to kill that bitch. He looked at the blade and tried again. Aha! His hand was moving. He didn't even notice the mark was burning.
He did notice that Abaddon was not happy about his actions. She frowned and applied more force. Of course Dean wasn't noticing. There was a ring in his ear, blocking everything except the task ahead. Kill. Abbadon.
His feet touched the floor and he glared at the bitch. She moved her hand again, this time Dean stumbled but didn't hit the wall. He started walking towards the demon.
Another spin. A kind of wind started at the collide of the forces. Dean had never felt more powerful in his life. Not even when he was a vampire.
Another push from Abbadon. The blade was thrown away from his grip and he hit the wall again.
She smiled but Dean wasn't scared. He knew he would kill her. But he really liked to do it sooner. His brain was getting impatient. He could now feel the burn of the mark.
He glared at the blade and it was like his body was calling the missing piece. He felt the link like an invisible thread and he pulled at it. The blade shook a little at its place before it was forced back into his tight grip. Aha! Now we're talking. He came down on the floor again and he started walking to the bitch. He didn't even blink as he forced the blade in her body and it felt good to push her up in the air, holding off nothing but his blade. She was dying just like any normal demon. Read light flashing from her eyes and mouth and were the blade was in her body. He pulled it out and she fell to the floor, very much dead. But he wasn't satisfied. He kneeled on the floor and started punching here face with the hand holding the blade. Her face broke and blood came flooding out, making his hands red and wet. He punched her again and again. The blood was now splashing on his face and he could smell it. It was satisfying. He doesn't know how long he kept at it but when he was finally satisfied, there wasn't much of her face left and his sleeves were soaked in blood. He let go of the blade and it was like at that same moment he realized what he had done. He felt sick a little but there was no fear or regret in his mind. He liked the rush of power in his body. He looked at Crowley and smirked.
"I think it's safe to say she's dead for good." he got to his feet and handed his knife to Crowley.
"Gotta say, didn't give her enough credit. She used our trick on you."
Crowley oddly didn't say anything and just took the knife, struggling to get the bullet out.
If Dean didn't know better he'd say Crowley was scared of him.
Dean fished his phone out and ignored the hundred missed calls from Sam. He dialed Cas' phone and oh it felt so good to say those words as soon as Cas picked up.
"The bitch is dead. We can get to the heaven situation now."
"Dean? Dean where are you?"
"None of your business. What do you got on the angel case? Any news?"
Castiel seemed like he wanted to comment on the whole Sam and mark so Dean continued.
"I don't wanna hear a word about the mark Cas. Or Sam."
"Dean! your brother can help." Alright. That sounded logical.
"Fine. The news?"
"I can't tell you over the phone!"
"Oh you're kidding me right?"
"No Dean… this is not a subject I would joke about."
Dean took a breath. Fucking angels.
"Text me the address. I'll take Sam too."
"Be careful Dean."
Dean hung up and turned the car to the bunker. It wasn't far from where he was at the moment.
Sam was reading the notebook. Dean's handwriting was familiar and it made him feel better. He checked on his phone. He must have left Dean a hundred messages. God dammit. He slid his hands on his face to rub the sleep out. He wanted to keep reading. He needed to know more about Dean. not the Dean he thought he knew. This Dean was different. This was a side Sam would swear no one had seen before. The next name in the notebook made him think about those first months he was hunting with Dean.
Cassie. I went out with her today. Again. This makes it 4 times.
She makes me forget. She doesn't look at me like I'm a freak. She doesn't sound like she will run away from me.
I think I might be…
Of course Dean hadn't written the words. Not even this Dean would confess like this. He smiled. That case they had worked with Cassie. Dean had been so… cute…
Sam sighed and closed the notebook. He was pretty sure how things had gone from there and Dean hadn't written much anymore. It ended with the one he had written before coming to get Sam.
He yawned and looked at his watch. 2 AM. he should get some sleep. He put the notebook away and lied back on his bed.
His last thought before he went to sleep was Dean's words. 'She doesn't look at me like I'm a freak…'
All those years he had thought he was the only one feeling like a freak.
Dean got to the bunker around 4 in the morning and got in the bunker. By the looks of it Sam was asleep. He went straight for his room and fished out his phone, picking an AC/DC song. Haha. Let's see if Sam has missed him.
He pressed play and sure enough Sam started awake, pointing him with a gun. Not the first time he was at this end of Sam's gun or he'd be a bit scared.
"Nice reflexes." Dean looked at his brother trying not to smile. "Better hair."
Sam stared at him for a second.
"Dean! what's wrong with you? I could've shot you!" he paused. "Where the hell have you been? I left you a hundred messages."
Dean leaned and took Sam's boots, throwing them at Sam.
"We got work to do so put on your dancing shoes, let's boogie."
And with that he was out of the room.
Sam lied back on his bed for a few seconds. What the hell?
He got out of his room in 5 minutes going to ask Dean what the hell he was doing.
"Dean! what the hell? Where were you?"
"Sam. You wanted me out, so I got out."
Oh that was rich. Sam had never told Dean he wanted him out. Alright maybe he sounded a bit like it but he never wanted Dean out.
"I never…"
"Yes Sam. You did. Let's just not talk about it. What we always do." He smirked.
Dean was being an asshole and Sam was getting mad again.
"Then why are you back? If you're so sure why are you here?"
"I called Cas. He said there was something going down in Missouri. He said you can help. So I'm here." He was playing with the… was that the first blade?
"What kind of something?"
"He said he couldn't talk about it on the phone." Dean said packing the blade.
"Why?"
"Because he's a weird guy… ok? he's a weird, dorky little guy." Dean said, looking frustrated with the angel and his odd actions.
"But he happens to have an army of angels behind him that even though I hate to say it, if wanna have a shot with Metatrone will might be useful."
Sam frowned.
"Meta… Dean… don't we have to get Abbadon first? Now that you have… the blade?" he pointed at the brown leather covering the blade.
Dean smirked proudly.
"Already have Sammy."
Wow. Dean had… killed the knight of hell. That was…
"And you couldn't answer the fucking phone? Or call me to tell me?" he was getting mad again and Dean was not far behind.
"Sam… I didn't call you back, or answer you because I knew exactly what you would do. You would make sure that you were right along beside me, going into that room.!"
"Oh you mean like we always do? Because we're actually partners in this? And we watch each other's backs?"
"I wouldn't expect you to understand."
"Try me Dean!"
"The first time I touched that blade I knew. I knew that I wouldn't be stopped. I knew I would take down Abbadon and anything else if I had to. And it wasn't a hero thing. You know? It wasn't… it was just calm… I knew… and I had to do it alone Sammy…" Dean knew this conversation would be much harder if he was the old Dean. he wasn't sure if this new guy was ok or not to be honest.
"Oh of course. So it was just another time where you had to protect me!" Sam's words came slapping him. Dean was not going to get mad.
"You could have get napped by Abbadon and she could have bargained her way out. We couldn't afford to screw this up."
"Look... I'm glad it worked out, ok? I am. And I'm glad the blade gives you strength or calm or whatever… but Dean… I gotta say I'm starting to think the blade has been doing something else to you!"
Huh. Newsflash Sam Winchester. You're starting to think? Don't be so hard on yourself brother you're gonna pull a muscle or something. That would be what the old Dean would say.
"Yeah? Like what?"
"I don't know… like something TO YOU… look, till we know what's up why don't we store the blade somewhere safe?"
Somewhere away from you… Dean could hear the unsaid words. Typical Sam. But Dean was not letting this one be Sam's to win. He was gonna stand his ground.
"No!"
"Dean! come on. We don't need the first blade… let's just leave it here…"
"Sam. I decided that the stick that can kill anything, might come in handy. So… sue me!"
"Dean… how many times have we been around this block? Magic that powerful comes with a price and right now we don't know what that price is."
"I'm fine! I'm fan-freaking-tastic." Dean said sarcastically.
"And I'm glad. Honestly. I'm not saying we burry the thing, I'm just saying we just save it for when we really need it… Crowley, Metotrone… the big buss fights. You don't have to have it with you all the time, right? I mean… just leave it… please!"
Dean looked at Sam trying not to laugh at the guy. He so had no idea what he was talking about. But he knew his brother and Sam wouldn't get off the topic. So Dean humored him and put the blade down on the table not trying to hide his sinister smile.
"No problem."
"Thank you…" Sam said before Dean took the duffle and walked away. Dammit. This was not going how Sam had wanted it.
Great. Just great. Everything was going south-ways and Sam felt helpless. Cas lost his army because of Dean, Dean just killed Tessa, Tessa… and he didn't even seem sorry. Sam was scared. Something was up with his brother. He wasn't his brother anymore.
What were they going to do now…
He waited till they were in the bunker, and then he blew up.
"So…Dean? Uh… we gonna talk about this or what?"
"About what? Yeah I lied, but you were being an infant."
"Wow… even for you that apology sucked!"
"Oh I'm not apologizing." Dean had had enough. If they were gonna do this, they'd do it his way.
"I'm telling you how it's gonna be."
"Dean…"
"The blade is the only thing that can kill Metotrone and I am the only one who can use it. So from here on, I'm calling the shots, capiche?" Dean said.
Sam looked like he was gonna explode. And god help him, dean felt good about it.
"Until I put that blade in that douchebag's heart, we are not a team. This is a dictatorship. Now you don't have to like it, but that's how it's gonna be."
Sam just took a breath and went for his room.
He really preferred to spend time with the Dean in the notebook. This new guy wasn't his brother and Sam was scared shitless.
