CHAPTER NINE: Bump In The Road

"Dean dammit you made a deal." Cas argued to the locked door. Once the angel had brought out the blood filled syringe, the Knight had disappeared and locked himself in his bedroom.

Rolling his eyes, Castiel zapped himself in.

"Fuck." Dean muttered.

"Dean, it's just a little prick. Quit being a little bitch." Meg said, unlocking the door for Sam who had been waiting outside.

With all three of them surrounding him, the eldest Winchester could feel rage start to bubble in his gut, eyes turning black.

The three shared a glance and some nods before Cas tossed Meg the syringe and the two guys tackled Dean to the floor.

"For fuck's sake don't make us get the chains!" Sam growled, holding Dean down by his shoulders while Cas kept his legs from kicking.

Taking careful steps, Meg made her way over to the pile of testosterone.

"Traitor." Dean spat, glaring at the demon. With a wink, Meg shoved and held the Knight's head to the side, exposing his neck. Plunging the needle in, Meg pushed on the plunger watching as scarlet was pumped into Dean's veins.

As she dropped the syringe to the floor, the three let out sighs of relief as Dean didn't move a muscle.

Releasing their grips, the two guys got up, stepping away from Dean who had his eyes squeezed shut, his knees brought up to his chest with his elbows resting on his kneecaps.

The eldest Winchester felt absolutely defeated. Sure, he could've fought ten times harder if he wanted to. But he had made a deal.

If everyone was being honest with themselves, they knew Dean let them inject the blood into his bloodstream. He knew there was no reason to fight them because they wouldn't stop trying.

Dean could already start feeling less and less evil as the days continued. Maybe all the Knight really had needed was a sense of normalcy to truly start curing. But with human emotions came guilt and self-loathing that the new Dean didn't want.

Or maybe it was the fact that he didn't have the First Blade. Crowley did. It was one of the last things fueling the fire in his stomach that made him want to rip out the lungs of everything that came near him.

He didn't deserve to be saved and he didn't want to be. To be saved meant to deal with all he had done. And to deal with all he had done, that could be the death of him.

….

Cas was alarmed by the maniacal laughing he could hear coming from down the hall. The sound sent chills down his spine as he left the bunker's library and followed the laughter, cringing when he realized where, rather who, it was coming from.

Dean.

The angel ran down the hallway and stopped, leaning on the door frame leading to Dean's bedroom, too shocked by what he saw to move.

The Knight was standing over his bed. His hands, clothes, and sheets were all covered with blood. By the crimson leaking from Dean's hand, Castiel figured all the blood was his own.

"Dean." The angel said hesitantly.

A dark chuckle left the black-eyed man as he turned his cold gaze to Castiel.

"I had to hurt someone. And since none of you were around…." He trailed off as another chuckle burst from his throat.

"What the hell has happened to you?" Cas said sadly, watching his friend with worry.

"That's just it. Hell happened to me. And purgatory. And the Mark. And the Blade. Shall I go on?" The Knight turned, the angel just now noticing the jagged looking knife in his hand, still dripping with blood.

"Dean this isn't you." Castiel tried to reason, inching closer to the eldest Winchester.

"Poor angel. So naïve. This is who I've been destined to be for years now." The self-hate and anger was evident in Dean's tone as he never broke eye contact with Cas.

The angel was just about to go for the knife when a gust of wind had them both glaring at the new figure in the room.

"Hello, squirrel." Crowley said, nodding at the eldest Winchester. "Oh dear, it seems you've made quite the mess." The King noted, looking Dean up and down.

"This whole time we were trying to find you. Should've thought you'd be trying to find me." The Knight said smugly, twirling the knife in his hand.

"Leave. Or I'll make you." Cas tried to threaten, his tone cruel.

Crowley eyes settled on the angel, a realization flashing in the King's eyes. "Castiel, you might actually be useful. Pity I hadn't thought of it before."

"What are you talking about?" The angel asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.

"See, trying to make Dean cooperate is like leading a horse to water. But, with the right… resources, one might be able to make it drink." The King said vaguely, smirking.

"Cut the shit, asshat. What are you talking about?" Dean demanded, not liking the look on Crowley's face.

"I don't want to ruin the surprise."

….

Sam had been woken up by loud voices coming from down the hallway. At first he thought he was imaging them but when he heard his brother's cruel laughter, he knew it wasn't a dream.

Getting up slowly, he made his way down the hall, hearing Castiel's voice as well as a familiar British accent.

Sam stopped dead in his tracks.

Crowley.

Sprinting down the hall, Sam ran into the room only to find it empty. He looked around frantically, knowing he had just heard their voices seconds before.

The hunter searched the whole bunker before deciding they were gone.

"Meg!" He yelled, shaking the demon that had stolen Dean's headphones and was blasting music.

The demon opened her eyes and looked at Sam in bewilderment, taking the headphones off. "What the hell is your problem?"

"They're gone."

…

TBC

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