CHAPTER SIX: Familiar Faces

"Okay, dumb it down for me. Act like I'm in fourth grade." Sam asked, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to make what Cas had said disappear.

"Dean is in Hell after leaving a trail of bodies. By what I've gathered in news reports, there have been at least 15 murders committed by your brother. After scouring the country, I decided to check Hell and that was the first sign of Dean I've had in weeks." The angel explained, letting out a sigh.

"So what? Is he torturing souls? Being Crowley's bitch? What, Cas?" Sam pressed, wanting answers that he knew Castiel didn't have.

The angel furrowed his brows as he looked at Sam with sorrow. "I'm not entirely sure. All I know is that both Crowley and Dean are down there."

Taking a sip from his coffee mug off the kitchen table, Sam shook his head. "Well I guess we have a rescue mission to plan."

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Dean regained consciousness, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the small room. He was suspended from the ceiling from just his wrists by the fucking chains that had been causing him so much grief.

Clearing his throat, the Knight glanced around the room as he noticed a shaking form opposite of him. After further observation, Dean noticed that they were shaking from laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" The former hunter spat, glaring at the figure.

"What is it Dean-o? Don'tcha recognize me?" The sound of the woman's voice caused the Knight to laugh. Not the cruel laughter that he had been doing for weeks; the kind of light-hearted laughter that only Sam and Cas have ever heard.

"Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me." Dean said, amusement in his voice. He looked the woman from head to toe noticing that there wasn't an inch of her not covered in blood. Her leather jacket was ripped in more ways than he could count and her bleach blond hair was a tangled mess.

"What shit did you and your brother stir up this time?"

The Knight flicked his eyes black, causing the women to erupt in laughter.

Finally calming herself down, the hunter's roommate was able to respond. "Oh I've got to hear the story behind this one."

"You haven't changed at all, Meg."

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"Wow, you sure fucked up this time." Meg noted, not losing the lightness in her tone. Even though she would never mention this to either of the Winchester's, she had started to carry a torch for each of them towards the end there.

Dean chuckled, his tone casual. "So what about you? I mean last time we saw you, Crowley shoved the angel blade through your chest." The Knight asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Apparently Crowley didn't want me to get off that easy. Been down here ever since. Now I guess my Knight in shining armor is here to rescue me." Meg teased, a smirk in her tone.

"This could be a good thing. You hate Crowley,I hate Crowley, practically a match made in Heaven. I bet we could gank him if we put our two twisted heads together." Before Meg could respond, the door opened.

"Speak of the devil." The disgust was evident when Meg spoke, eyes switching to black.

"How are my two favorite pets? Getting along?" The King questioned, a sly grin plastered on his face.

Crowley walked over to Dean and patted his cheek roughly. "Ready to play ball yet, squirrel?"

"This was your big plan? Put me in here with Meg and I'll cave?" A cruel smile crept across the eldest Winchester's face as he leaned closer to the King. "Bite me."

"Don't tempt me." Walking back over to the door, Crowley looked over his shoulder one last time. "I don't think your cavalry will be here to save you this time." With that, the King slammed the door shut.

"How is my unicorn by the way?" The demon asked, her tone was mixed with emotions Dean couldn't label.

If the former hunter could've, he would've shrugged. "Last time I saw him he wasn't a big fan of my species swap. Him and Sam are having trouble accepting the new me."

"I wouldn't wish being a demon on anyone, Dean. Not even my worst enemy." Becoming serious, the Knight could hear the sorrow in her voice.

For the first time since he had woken up as a demon, all the arrogance left Dean's features. The past three weeks, he would have relapses where he could feel his humanity banging on the walls of his head.

Cas was right. There was something left to be saved.

Dean just didn't think he would be able to live with himself.

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Cas ran a tired hand down his face. He wasn't entirely sure where he had learned the strange habit from, but he could only assume it was from Dean. "Sam, no."

"Cas, no offense, but I don't need your permission. I'm going to do it anyways so you might as well help me." Sam argued, standing up from the long table.

"The amount of demon blood you want to consume… it won't be a good outcome. Do you not remember your battle with Lilith?" The angel had been having this same disagreement with Sam for the past hour. They were no closer to forming a rescue plan for Dean then they were two days ago.

"I can't let my brother live like this. I won't. No matter how much he seems to enjoy it." Pausing, the hunter's lips formed a thin line before he spoke again. "The old Dean is in there and I know it." The youngest Winchester was getting desperate and could hear it seeping through into his tone. Furrowing his brows, Castiel eventually nodded but didn't look too happy about it.

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TBC

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