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It was a cold rainy night but it didn't bother Dean, even as the harsh wind cut right through his soaking wet clothes. As each day passed, with each murder Dean could feel his human siding fading. The weather didn't even phase him anymore. His desire for food, drink, hell even women started to leave him. He ate only because he had a human body. Unlike his demon counterparts Dean was psychically a human so he did need to take care of his body but he did as little as possible. Didn't matte how juicy a steak or rich a whiskey Dean felt no satisfaction. As for the women, well lust is a complicated thing and honestly watching the light fade from their eyes was more exciting after he just seen how bright they burned in ecstasy.

It had been weeks since he went to the Bunker and he hadn't heard anything from Sam & company. Dean wasn't quite sure he felt about this as he stalked through an dark neighborhood. On one hand it meant for the moment they were out of his hair but he knew they hadn't given up. Soon though this thought had faded from his mind as he saw a body run out from one of the houses. Dean sped up as he watched them disappear behind the house.

Once Dean rounded the house he didn't see them but saw a small shack. He walked towards it, hoping that was where his prey was.

"Who they hell are you?" The man shouted at him after Dean had busted through.

"Doesn't really matter." Dean looked around the shack. There wasn't a single tool out of place. It didn't even look like the guy had any projects going on. Everything about it was clean and orderly.

"Get the hell out!" The man yelled at Dean.

Dean turned his gaze back to him. "No."

The man glared at him for a moment before turning around and grabbing a saw off the wall. Dean easily avoided the man lunging at him.

"Awesome." Dean smiled as he once again ducked out of the way. " I do like a good fight."

This time when the man attacked Dean knocked his arm out the way than kicked him into the wall. The man cried out in pain. "You'll pay for that you, bastard!"

The man swung again Dean tried to move but his heel got caught on the uneven floor and the man was able to cut some of the buttons off his shirt.

"Hey! This is my favorite shirt!" Dean yelled at the man after he inspected the damage.

The man grinned at his achievement and lunged again.

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Dean was walking around the tiny shack, wiping the Blade when he noticed the piece of wood he had almost tripped on. Now that he was looking at he saw it was a trap door. Curious, Dean knelt down to open it.

Dean didn't know what he felt when he saw the child cowering under the floor. He was a young boy maybe 6 or 7. His clothed seemed to fit but they were dirtier than the boy was. He and the boy held eye contact before Dean asked if the man was his father. When the boy didn't answer, Dean tapped the Blade against the edge. The boy curled into himself even more but he shook his head answering Dean's question.

Dean set the Blade down next to him and picked up the boy. He set him on his feet then picked the Blade back up. Dean stayed where he was so he could look into the boy's eyes. "Go before I change my mind."

The boy didn't move as he stared fearfully at Dean.

"One." Dean started but the boy had run and was out the door before Dean had even finished saying two.

Dean saw no indication of where the boy had gone by the time he stepped back out into the rain. The twist gut wrenching feeling had left him now that he a finished a kill. He felt a sort of calm after the kills, unlike and better than anything else he felt.

"You really are an interesting character, squirrel." Dean looked up as he entered the his hotel room and saw Crowley laying, on his bed, enjoying his magic fingers.

"How'd you find me?" Dean asked, leaning on the open doorway.

"Only so many crappy hotels in the pit hole called a town." Crowley answered once the magic fingers had finished.

"Thanks for taking away the last thing I enjoyed."

Crowley looked down at the bed before standing up and shrugging his shoulders.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Out."

"Don't you want to know why I'm here?"

"Nope."

" I have proposition fr you."

Dean stood up. "What part of 'nope' do you not understand?"

Ignoring him Crowley continued. "I need you to complete a deal for me."

Dean grabbed Crowley and threw him against the wall, the Blade tight enough to his throat for a thin drop of blood the leak out. For the first time ever Dean saw real free in Crowley's eyes.

"It'll help with your need to kill."

Dean loosened his hold of the blade.


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