CHAPTER TWO: Downward Spiral

Sam missed the feeling.

The feeling of absolute strength and control just coursing through his veins was something he could never forget.

All his life he's felt second best.

Except when he had a bloodstream pumping with demon blood.

"I know you know where my brother is. Now, I'll give you one last chance to just spit it out before I make you tell me." Sam threatened the demon who was sitting tied to a chair in the bunker's dungeon.

Really, Sam didn't need the devil's trap that was painted on the floor but the Winchester's didn't get this far in life by believing in their good luck.

The demon in front of him smirked as he turned his dark gaze on the young hunter. "You sure you want him back Sam? I mean, if you knew some of the things your brother has done."

"Just tell me where he is." The youngest Winchester pressed. God, he hated dealing with such filth.

"Last I heard he was visiting Vegas. Check there." The demon said flatly.

"That was over a week ago. You and I both know he's not still there. He's not that stupid." Sam argued.

"I'm telling you, I don't know." He spat, nostrils flaring.

"Let's just make sure."

….

"Amber? What a great name." Dean flirted.

The bartender sent a suggestive smile at the man who had been occupying the bar stool in front of her for an hour now. After she poured him another shot of whiskey, Amber leaned her arms on the counter, getting close to the hunter. "I'm sorry; I didn't catch your name?"

The eldest Winchester had to admit that one of the only things he missed about being human was the fact he could get intoxicated. Sending a fifth of whiskey past his lips use to excite him. Sure, it still slightly burned, but it didn't leave the familiar haze that alcohol usually left him with.

Downing the shot, the demon smacked his lips together as he set the glass back down on the counter, turning his gaze to the red head.

"Dean." The smile that crossed Dean's lips was what had landed most of the women he's slept with this past week in his bed.

"Listen, my shift's over at midnight. Stick around?"

With just a hint of danger in his eyes, the Knight sent a wink at the curvy bartender.

….

As the Impala roared to life, Sam's heart ached as he felt the worn driver's seat. As he sat there, hands rested in his lap, he felt the start of tears forming. Wiping at his face angrily, he put the car in drive and made his way to the Highway.

"Hello Sam."

Veering sharply to the right, the hunter almost hit a tree as he caught his breath.

"Dammit Cas a little warning would've been nice!" Sam said, obviously irritated.

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner. After I got my grace back-" The angel started.

"Woah wait, how did you get your grace back?" The youngest Winchester questioned, sending a weary look at Castiel.

The angel took on a very pensive look as his eyebrows furrowed. "I'm not entirely sure. It was as if overnight every angel in Heaven had their fading graces fully restored."

Sam nodded, happy his friend wasn't close to dying anymore.

"I'm sorry about Dean. Metatron informed of his death." Just like that all emotion left Cas's voice. It was like he was still trying to distance himself from any thought of Dean because he knew it would just bring sadness.

"Well that's not the major issue." Sam forced a laugh.

"What do you mean?" Cas asked, turning his body to face the hunter.

"Dean's a demon?" Sam said slowly, surprised at the angel's confusion.

The youngest Winchester saw Castiel's face fall, all emotion flooding back into his features. Out of the entire range of feelings the angel was experiencing, Sam could see failure evident the most in his eyes.

"I-" He paused, frowning deeply. "Sam, I had no idea." Cas said, absolute sorrow in his voice along with astonishment.

The hunter just nodded sadly as he pressed down harder on the gas pedal.

Cas paused for a second as he looked at Sam, really looked at him. "Dammit Sam, what did you do?" The angel demanded.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Sam yelled, already sensing he knew what Castiel was going to say.

"Sam this path-" The angel started.

"I know Cas! Okay, I know. But it's the only way I can save Dean." Sam hesitated before continuing, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need to save him.

….

"Squirrel, it's been a long time." Crowley said with a hint of bitterness in his voice.

He had finally tracked what was supposed to be his Knight to a dank motel room in a small town in Minnesota. The only light on was a small desk lamp, other than that the room was dark. The King-sized bed was a mess, pillows knocked on the floor.

Dean had his back to the King and was standing over the body of a young woman only in her bra and underwear. The only other thing she was wearing was her own blood. The Knight crouched down to move the girl's red hair off of her forehead.

"Not long enough." Dean spat, rising and turning to face Crowley.

"You've caused quite a mess." The King said, putting a hand in his pocket.

Dean shrugged casually, lifting an eyebrow as a smirk crept across his face. "That's how you know it was a good time." The eldest Winchester picked up his black t-shirt from the floor and put it over his head and pulled on his pants over his boxers.

Crowley pursed his lips and chuckled before looking at his newest investment. "You weren't where you were supposed to be."

Crossing his arms across his chest, Dean raised both eyebrows and laughed coldly. "Because my rightful place is next to a bottom-feeder like you? No offense, I'll pass." He picked up the First Blade from the nightstand, eyeing it thoughtfully.

Looking at the jawbone and with a hint of worry in his voice, the King took a step toward the former hunter. "I'm the bottom-feeder who made you, boy. Let's not forget that. I got you the Mark, the Blade, and awoke you. A little gratitude would be nice." Crowley spat. This was not the reaction he was expecting, he was looking forward to the absolute servitude from a Winchester.

Taking a step towards the King, a deadly smile played across Dean's lips. "If I thought you were worth my time, I'd shove this Blade up your ass. But see, I don't want to ruin my jeans. Now, if you knew what was good for you, you'd get the fuck outta here before I change my mind."

With that, Dean was alone.

….

TBC

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