CHAPTER SEVEN: When All Is Lost
Dean was pissed. Not his normal kind of pissed either. He had the whole nostrils flaring, black eyes, eyebrows creased look going on. It was all focused on Alastair, which should've scared the living shit out of him. But all Alastair managed to do was laugh.
"You know Sammy; your brother isn't still in there." Alastair said matter of fact, grazing the hunters chin with a knife. "Well, maybe there's a shred of humanity left, but nothing to keep your hopes up for. I mean, for fucks sake, did you really think you could save him? Have you not been paying attention for the last year?"
All Sam did was glare at Alastair. He didn't want to give the demon any satisfaction by replying. The younger Winchester stole a glance at his brother and he felt a pang of guilt. He let this happen, if only he had gotten to him sooner; cared a little more.
Crowley appeared standing next to Dean, one hand in his pocket. "Moose, pleasure as always."
"You son of a bitch, this was a trap!" Sam hissed
"I'm sorry, what?" The King said as he grabbed a hold of the angel blade in Dean's shoulder and twisted it. Dean let out a small groan, but nothing too worrisome.
Sam was fuming. Before he had time to respond, Alastair plunged the knife into the youngest Winchester's forearm. He screamed in pain as Alastair jerked the knife downwards.
It all happened so fast that Dean hadn't processed what he did until he realized his hand was stuck in Alastair's stomach. Pulling his hand out, he was smiling. Sam looked over at him not being able to recognize the figure with his hand covered in blood. It wasn't Dean. It was black eyed and laughing at the thought of Death and blood. Alastair's body crumbled to the floor, but they all knew he wasn't dead.
Dean's last shred of humanity had shattered.
…
It had been a week since Sam had seen Cas, Dean, and Crowley.
After Alastair's body had folded in on itself on the floor, Dean winked at him, snapped his fingers, and was gone. Crowley fled soon after.
Ever since Alastair had sent Castiel back to who knows where, he hadn't shown up since. Maybe he's dead, like your brother. Can you manage to keep anyone around you alive?
But Dean wasn't dead, not really anyways.
The youngest Winchester was in the middle of looking through a book of spells when Castiel appeared behind him looking like complete shit.
"Sam, what are you doing?" The hunter jumped not noticing Cas's presence.
"Cas, man, I thought you were dead." Sam then pulled the angel into a tight embrace, smiling when he returned the hug.
"Alastair's spell was stronger than one's we have encountered in the past. I was just an hour ago strong enough to stand on my own. Now, what happened?"
Sam then relayed the whole horrifying experience for his friend. When he was finished, he gestured toward the book he was reading. "I was trying to find either a location or summoning spell for Dean. Maybe if I got him here or went to him I could…" He could what? Bring his brother back from the deep hole he had gone in?
"Dean is not lost. I'm sure of it. As of his whereabouts, I am unsure. Let me know once you find some type of spell that could benefit us. For now, let me see what I can gather." Cas then disappeared, returning a few moments later. "That was interesting."
"Did you find him?"
"No, there is not a single trace of your brother in the U.S. He must've warded himself from angels." Cas muttered some profanity under his breath that he no doubt learned from Dean.
"What about this?" Sam had his finger on a spell, showing Cas to see if it was possible to work.
"It may. We could always try it."
…
"Crowley, good to see you." Dean said a little too sarcastically. He appeared in Crowley's office, which resembled the oval office except much, much darker and with more blood. He crossed his legs on top of the King's desk as he gave Dean a disgusted look.
"What? Did you lose your manners along with your humanity?" Crowley stood up from his swivel chair and shoved Dean's legs off his desk, dusting it off before leaning against the desk. Staring at his new Knight, he reached behind him and poured himself a drink.
The Winchester rolled his eyes as he sat up in his chair. "You rang?"
"Yes. Where the hell have you been?"
"I've been busy." Dean spat, he hated being pulled away from his 'work'.
"I'm gonna need a little more information than that."
"Why's it any of your fucking business? In case you haven't noticed, I'm not one of your demon bitches. Just because I lost my humanity doesn't mean I'm not a part of Team Free Will." He said with a smirk.
"Watch your tone with me-."
"Or what?" Dean laughed his cruel laugh as he stood up. "Have you failed to notice that I'm a bit out of your league?" The demon towered over Crowley, daring him with his pitch black eyes to try something. "I don't answer to you, and don't have to come when you call. Let's get this straight now; if I thought you were worth my time, you'd be dead by now." With that, Dean was gone.
Crowley ran a hand down his face, wondering what the hell he had brought into the world.
….
Dean didn't know where he was, but he didn't care. He was more focused on the screaming girl at his feet.
He had gone to the bar the night before, trying to find someone to calm his need to kill. Unfortunately for this girl, she was it.
After getting her back to his motel room he had gotten before he went out, he did what he normally did when he brought girls back from bars. After a night of passion, she awoke tied to a chair and gagged.
The Knight of Hell had spent hours torturing her. He was finally starting to really enjoy himself when he heard the obnoxious mini earthquake signaling he was being summoned. Dean went on with what he was doing, not actually thinking it would work.
…...
After gathering all the supplies, Sam and Cas stood in the bunker's dungeon. The hunter just finished reciting the spell when he threw a match in the flame. To all of their surprises, Dean showed up in the middle of the devil's trap.
Every inch of the eldest Winchester was covered in grime and blood. He wore his black t-shirt with torn jeans as he looked at the pair in utter disbelief. Dean was still holding a knife that was dripping with fresh blood. "How in the fuck…"
Nobody knew what to do because none of them expected it to work.
The silence was interrupted by Dean clapping with a menacing smile on his face "Well congratulations. You found me. Now what was your big plan?" He said as he walked out of the devil's trap. He decided not to attack them yet, he wanted to toy with them first.
"Dean, I know you're in there somewhere. You just have to keep fighting man." Sam said out of desperation.
Dean rolled his black eyes as he pulled up a chair, taking a seat. "So I'm going to go with you have no plan?" He smirked as he wiped his bloody knife on his jeans. "I was in the middle of something important. I really hate to be interrupted." Dean glanced up at Sam noticing how much like shit he looked, and smiled in satisfaction.
"Mind if I try something?" Cas said pulling out the demon warded handcuffs. "I'm curious to see if these work."
Dean raised an eyebrow, surprised at the angel's genuinely curious tone. He smiled putting out his hands, "If you need to try it to help you sleep at night, who am I to stop you." Dean didn't know at the time, but Castiel had conversed with Cain learning a few new sigils that he had carved into the cuffs.
Approaching Dean, Cas quickly put one of the cuff's on Dean's right wrist only to have Dean shove him away. The demon winced as he felt his power diminish by half. What the hell? Sam ran behind Dean, pushing him back in the seat by his shoulders as Castiel ran back up cuffing the other wrist. All of a sudden, Dean's smug smile vanished as he realized how screwed he really was.
Sam came around in front of Dean, reciting the same word's he had said to Crowley a year ago:
"You're ours."
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TBC
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