CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Shit Gets Real

Dean's dull green eyes were feral as he looked at the mutilated body on the floor. Smirking, the Knight wiped his crimson coated hands on his jeans, just adding to the layers upon layers of dried blood.

The sad thing was that it was all built up from the past day.

He had only just killed Crowley less than 24 hours ago and he was celebrating.

The former hunter ran scarlet stained fingers through his hair. Inhaling the sweet smell of copper, Dean was surprised as he heard his motel room door open abruptly.

"If it isn't the great Dean Winchester. It's a pleasure." The black-eyed stranger's words were nothing but sarcastic as he walked in the room casually.

"Niiicee meat suit." The Knight mocked, dragging out the word 'nice'. "Where'd you pick this guy up at? Comic con?" Smirking, Dean yanked the bloodied First Blade from deep inside the girl's chest that was lying motionless on the floor.

Growling, the demon's tone grew serious as he eyed the Knight with disgust. "You think you can just kill our King and then leave? It's chaos down there. And you're going to fix it." The stranger took a threatening step forward, pulling an angel blade out from his waistband.

A dark chuckle escaped Dean's lips as a deadly smile crept across his face. "I'm not ruling over a bunch of spineless dicks. You copy?" The eldest Winchester lunged forward and grabbed the demon's collar with one hand and sent him flying across the room into the wall.

Strolling over nonchalantly, the Knight hauled him up by the hair as blood dripped from the stranger's nose. "Find someone else to lead your piss poor army." Dean said cruelly, shoving the demon back to the ground.

"You left us without a leader. The least you can do is replace the one you killed." The stranger spat, anger burning in his now black eyes.

The eldest Winchester pursed his lips in consideration, an idea sparking in his eyes as he smiled smugly. "Maybe Abaddon had one good idea. Hell should have a Queen."

The demon's eyebrows furrowed with confusion. "What the fuck are-"

The stranger stopped mid-sentence when he realized he was talking to an empty room.

….

"Dean-o, I gotta admit I didn't think I'd get to see you again." Meg crossed her legs on the table, staring up at the Knight with shock and amusement.

"I have a favor to ask." Dean asked, a sly grin plastered on his face. He plopped down in one of the bunker's library sofas, the cushions soft and welcoming.

Meg raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly as she waited for the hunter to get on with it. "Might want to hurry. If Cas or Sam see ya, you won't be leaving."

Dean scoffed and waved his hand in dismissal. "They're the least of my worries." Scooting forward in his chair, the Knight rested his elbows on his knees, folding his rough hands together in front of himself. "Feel like taking over Hell?"

A small laugh burst from the brunette as she eyed Dean, seeing if he was serious. "I don't think Crowley would like that."

The former hunter's eyes glinted with mischief as he stared at the skeptical demon sitting across from him. "Ding dong, the dick is dead."

"And I wasn't there? Dean-o you gotta invite me to these things." With a smirk, she stood up, strolled over to Dean, and straddled him, putting her hands on his shoulders. "So what? You want me to rule as your Queen?"

The Knight looked up at Meg, entertained at the thought. "More like, I'll be the muscle. You rule alone."

"Well, that might be a little difficult." Grabbing the eldest Winchesters hands, Meg threaded her fingers through them and held them up behind his head as she leaned in close, lips barely brushing Dean's. "You'll be too human to be of much help."

Confusion crossed the hunter's features as he looked up at the clearly horny demon. "What are you-"

Before Dean could finish his sentence, he was cut off by the familiar feel of cold metal wrapping around his wrists.

The Knight looked up at the brunette with betrayal and panic as she released his now bound hands, carefully scooting off of him.

"Good work, Meg." Moving from behind the couch, Sam yanked on the same demon warded chains from before, bringing Dean down to his knees. "Welcome back, brother."

….

"Bitch." Dean spat, glaring at Meg who was standing in the corner of the dungeon. Smiling arrogantly, she crossed her arms and lazily lifted one shoulder.

The eldest Winchester was standing in the middle of the dungeon, chains secured to the floor. As he looked around at all three of his used-to-be family and friends, he began to grow excited at how well his plan was developing.

"Good thing we were the least of your worries." Sam said sarcastically, obviously enjoying the Knight's agitated state.

"Good thing we were the least of your worries." Dean mocked, hatred apparent in his tone and eyes.

"Someone's a little bitter." Cas said, eyeing the eldest Winchester carefully. "What happened to you? I thought you were better." The angel's voice was filled with sorrow as he looked at his best friend, taking in all the blood that painted his clothes. He had thought they were much closer to him being cured! Now, it looked as if Dean had been reset back to his ruthless killer settings.

"Turns out, the more 'big bads'," The former hunter said 'big bads' ironically, finding them less than half-best, "I kill, the worse I get. After killing Crowley-"

"Wait, you killed Crowley? I thought he was helping you to prevent getting cured?" Cas interrupted, brows furrowed in puzzlement.

"He was. But, after he stupidly told me how to prevent the curing, I ganked the son of a bitch." The Knight smiled with satisfaction at the recalling of yesterday's events.

Sam was struggling with wanting to give his brother a high five and wanting to strangle him. As the young hunter stared at Dean with hopelessness, he couldn't see any ounce of humanity worth saving. He just didn't have the same positive outlook that Castiel did.

"Well, no harm in trying right?" Sam removed a blood-filled syringe from his back pocket and took a step towards his brother with determination.

Dean shrugged with a knowing smile. "Right. But first," The Knight maneuvered his arms awkwardly to wear he was able to get to his flannel button-up's pocket, taking out a pocket knife, "let me spice things up."

"You're a little stuck. What do you plan on doing with that?" Sam asked, eyeing his brother suspiciously.

Eyes flashing black, cruel laughter reverberated off the walls before the former hunter spoke. "Oh, this isn't for you."

The three stared wide-eyed at Dean as they watched a dangerous smile creep across his face, the knife shining in the dim lighting. Cas putting two and two together, lunged forward just in time to watch the swift movement of the blade going hilt deep into the Knight's lower abdomen.

….

TBC

Sorry jamestandpond for another mean cliffhanger. I can't help it. It's in a writer's genes to make the readers suffer a bit(: Thanks for reading. Please leave a review if you thought the chapter was good.