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Sam shook up the spray can well, pressing down on the small nozzle with his index finger. The paint sprayed smooth, and even. He carefully drew the demon trap, and inside of that, the summoning symbol for the ruler of demons.

"Okay, King of Hell. Come here." He waited, impatience growing.

"Say please." Crowley appeared, suited in black, at the center of the trap. "Now why would a Winchester need me?"

"Where's Dean?" Sam glared at the demon, knife clenched tightly in his fist. His knuckles began to turn white as he held on to the hilt tighter and tighter, for every passing second of silence, only filled with Crowley's amused grin.

"Unfortunately Moose, I've run into the same problem. You see, Dean and Elena both have been somehow avoiding any attempt of mine to locate them." He paused, seemingly happy with himself. "Aren't you, the hunter?"

Sam's grip couldn't tighten on the demon knife anymore, so clenched his other hand into a fist. He felt the tiny crescents of his finger nails being embedded into his skin. "Listen Crowley, it's either I find them within the next twenty-four hours, or you die."

"Well then I do hope you find them." He frowned at the hunter "Hell isn't fit without a king."

Sam was glad he wiped the smile off of the demon's face.

"You may or may not be questioning why I came here when I knew this would be in place." Crowley looked pointedly down at the trap. "I have a deal to make."

"I'm not giving you my soul, or any special privileges. You can sit tight." Sam turned to leave, when he heard Crowley's offer.

"I'll send all the forces of hell after them. If of course, you assist in that. Of course I'll get equal chance as you in convincing them to join my side."

Sam paused in his departure, considering. "You aren't going to kill them?"

"Heavens, no." Crowley's smile was gone, and he was suddenly serious. "I simply want to welcome them home."

Sam tried to figure out what Crowley meant by that. They had no home. Only a broken, dysfunctional family.

"Deal?" Crowley broke his train of thought.

"Deal." Sam repeated, instantly regretting his decision, when he saw just how happy that made Crowley. He stepped on the trap, removing the paint.

For my family.

"Now, I would love to stay and chat, but I believe I have a kingdom to rule."

"Elle." Dean appeared, in the center of the bunker. Castiel swung a large metal object at his head, and Dean ducked, sighing as he turned around and grabbed the pipe swinging for the back of him, courtesy of Elena. "You two really are getting to be a problem."

With a flick of his wrist, the metal objects went flying against the wall to their left. Dean grabbed Elena's shoulder, and tugged down her sleeve, looking at her shoulder.

"Dean!" She slapped him, pulling back up her shirt.

Bruises lined her shoulder from where she had repeatedly tried to open the door to the bunker.

"Elle. You need to stop trying. You aren't getting out of this one."

"Get away from her." Dean turned towards Cas's voice.

"I'm shaking. World, beware the power of the powerless angel." He waved his hands in mock terror, for an added effect.

He turned back to Elena. "Today isn't the day you escape. It's the day you become more trapped." He waved his hand, and the ropes flew off the shelves around the room. They wrapped around her and the angel, both tied on opposite ends of the room. Their arms were bound to their torsos.

Dean wrapped his arm around Elena, pulling her to the side of the room, where he had drawn a completed demon trap. She tried pulling away from him. "Dick." She muttered, pissed off at his carefree attitude.

He then placed her down next to it, careful not to get himself too close.

"Dick." She repeated, turning away from him. She tried wiggling her arms free, but only managed to get her right hand out of the bundle. It didn't help.

Dean kneeled next to her. "Listen Elle. I don't want to be a dick, but I will if I have to." He took her hand. "Sorry if this hurts."

Elena gasped out in pain, her entire right arm tightening, The muscles contracted tightly, and she felt her veins being squeezed until there was no circulation. She grinded her teeth against the pain. "Dean…" She managed to gasp out. Her arm felt like it was on fire. "Stop!"

"Elena!" Castiel shouted from the other side of the room. He watched, as a dark light seemed to travel through Dean's arm and into hers.

She held in the tears and shutting she was ready to release.

What is he doing?

The pain released suddenly, all of it ending at once. Elena's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she dropped back, head hitting the ground.

"Elle!" Dean shouted. "Elle! Wake up!"

"Dean! What are you doing?" Castiel shouted from across the room, but Dean drowned him out, attention focused on the girl in front of him.

He quickly untied the ropes, pulling back her sleeve. The faintest outline was sitting just below her elbow, on her forearm.

The Mark of Cain.

Dean pulled up his own sleeve, the mark glowing slightly.

He sighed in relief. She laid silently, head in his lap. He looked down at her arm again. It was just an outline, the beginning of the mark. It would fade away.

He realized quickly his plan to split the mark would never work. The power of the mark would transfer back to him unless he gave the entire mark to her, and he would never agree to that. He remembered the emotional and physical pain he had endured because of it.

"I promise I'll never do that again." He whispered, leaning down toward her face, gently brushing lips.

"Stay away from her!" Castiel shouted in rage, trying to force his way out of the force that was locking him in place against the wall.

Elena's eyes fluttered open, staring up at Dean. He quickly moved her, placing her on the floor before him. He was gone and back in seconds, and he brought a chair. He lifted her up, and placed her down in it, tying her up before she gained complete consciousness.

"Dean…" She mumbled. "I love you." She was half-asleep, he knew that, but he couldn't help the slight feeling of happiness that would make any other demon cringe.

"I love you, too." He smiled, but then the smile was lost, as he reached into his jacket, pulling out a syringe.

Cas eyed the needle from the other side of the room. He watched as Dean drew blood from the vein in his elbow, the demon blood filling the glass tube.

"Dean… Don't do it. You'll kill her."

Dean hesitated as he heard the angel say this.

"Even if I do, I can drag her right out of hell, or heaven, or wherever the hell else she lands."

"You can't save her every time, Dean."

Dean walked up to Elena, and held the needle near the surface of her skin.

"I'll just have to take that chance."

The angel looked away, upset and flustered.

I can't stop him.

Dean pushed the needle until it punctured Elena's skin, and pressed his thumb against the injector. He reached out with his power, but could still sense she was human.

He repeated the process, drawing blood from himself, the almost black fluid then being transferred to Elena.

If things worked out how he planned, he could find a way to do the reverse of the cure of demons. He could create the sort of 'infection'.

Please work. Elle, please wake up.

He repeated the blood transfer process multiple times. He reached out with his power, and felt the strength of a demon being pushed back against him. Elena didn't wake up. He used the edge of the syringe to cut her wrist. She healed instantly.

Dean placed threw the needle down. "Elle." He shook her slightly. "Elle." He repeated, louder, hoping for her to wake up.

He felt her breathing, and felt the steady beat of her heart. She was alive, and perfectly fine.

"Cas."

The ropes around the angel fell, and Castiel walked quickly, bending down next to Elena's chair. "Elena…" He muttered, all hope lost in his certain voice. She was a demon for sure, but unless her mind found a reason to live, she would stay like that. Broken.

"What have you done?" Castiel breathed.

Dean held onto the solid chance of her waking up. She needed a purpose in life; a reason to wake up. What that reason would be, he wasn't sure.

Castiel stood, fingers dragging against the ground until they closed around the syringe. Dean stood as well, not minding the angel's threatening stance. Castiel was consumed with pure rage and fury. He had no feelings or regret as he plunged the needle downward, creating an arc of crimson in the air. He placed a foot on Dean's side, pushing him onto the ground. Only then did Dean reach up and grab the angel's arm. He stared down at Elena.

Cas followed his gaze, staring at the blood that landed on Elena's face, and arm. Her brown shirt was streaked with blood, light brown hair darkened by the color. Dean's blood.

The blood began to boil where it had landed on her skin, eventually disappearing. Neither the angel nor the demon moved. They watched in anticipation and fear as Elena's eyes opened slowly.

Castiel felt the extreme weight of failure fall on top of him, crushing all thought from his head. Nothing but shock registered on his face.

Dean felt a rush of emotion, all of them struggling to take hold. People say that love is the most powerful emotion, but he felt solid triumph. The joy that filled him was nothing compared to the overwhelming thought: I win. She's mine.

He liked the sound of that.

She's mine. Mine.

He laughed, and with a movement of his hand, Castiel was flung across the room, back to a sitting position against the wall.

Elena's eyes were solid black. She blinked, and they returned back to their original hazel.

"Dean." She smiled and he returned the gesture. She stood, and they locked lips. Dean held her close, and this time she didn't pull back, didn't push against him. This time she clung to him, and didn't fight when his tongue explored her mouth, teasing, wrapping around hers. He pulled her waist close to his, and she wrapped both arms around his neck.

They broke apart, panting. "I've missed you." He whispered.

"So have I." They stood like that, holding each other, while the angel in the corner was long gone, the angel seal having been broken by Dean when he slammed the angel into it.

Dean used his power, sending them both to a hotel room. He had no idea where, he just knew he needed somewhere to be with her alone.

He fell onto the bed, leaning over her. He kissed her, tasting everywhere in her mouth. She kissed him back with the same intensity, the force of their kiss growing with each second. Elena let a slight laugh escape from her lips, as Dean moved to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses until he made it back to her mouth.

That was when the fun started.

"Sam." Castiel spoke quietly, his voice rough and scratchy.

"Cas?" Sam looked up from the table, stacks of printed newspapers and articles scattered across the table and floor. "Where have you been?" He asked, angrily.

"Trapped with Elena. Dean-he… he has her. She's a…" He spoke carefully. "Elena is a demon."

Sam's eyes widened slightly, and he cleared his throat. "How did he uh… How did he do it?"

Cas stared at him in disbelief. "You already heard."

"Yeah, well let's just say Crowley had a change of heart."

"Oh moose, such the sense of humor."

Both heads turned to look at the king of hell, who now stood next to the table. "We made a deal, angel. Now fly home."

Castiel looked back to Sam, his face revealing how pissed he was. "I leave for two and a half days, and you strike a deal with Crowley?"

"No, Cas, it's just so we can find them faster. We needed the help and I-"

"I just want to make it clear that it was his idea." Crowley spoke up, pointing over to Sam.

"Listen, you're not helping." Sam glared at him for a second, then turned back to Cas and opened his mouth to speak.

"And that I'm not lying." Crowley held up his hands in retreat as Sam turned angrily towards him.

Castiel looked between the two, not believing how great of friends they suddenly were.

"I could've killed you then and there, Crowley. Don't think I won't do it now."

The demon nodded, smiling at the younger of the Winchesters. "I remember." Then he snapped his fingers, and disappeared.

Castiel left, almost instantly. He had no reason to be near Sam as long as the demon would be under protection.

Sam held his head in one of his hands, sighing. He picked up another article and searched for signs of demonic activity.

Dean… Elle… Where are you?

Elena awoke; cold blankets the only thing covering her body. She slid off the bed she shared with Dean, putting on clothing. Dean still lied down, arms behind his head, already clothed. She crawled back into bed, cuddling up against him for warmth.

"Hell of a night." He mumbled, wrapping his arms around her.

"mhmm." She agreed, snuggling her face closer to the plaid of his shirt. His jacket was across the room, draped over the hotel desk chair. She inhaled the scent of him, nothing like the city or the woods, but a perfect balance. Not smoky, or like soap, but a perfect in between.

"So… what do I need to do to be a demon?"

He laughed slightly, and Elena felt the movement in his chest. "Nothing. Sometimes you feel the urge to kill, so you do. Sometimes you want to do something, so you do. It's freedom."

"Guess you're just now feeling that. After being leashed by the King."

Dean didn't say anything, but they could both feel how much he agreed, how glad he was that Crowley was out of his hair. "He was fun for a while. Then he became the angry parent."

Elena chuckled lightly, and lifted her head to kiss him. They both worked their way out of bed, standing and stretching. "So what should we do today?"

"Whatever we want." Dean put on his jacket, and she leaned into him as he wrapped an arm around her.

He finally had Elena back. He was going to protect her.

"But before that…" He looked over at her. "Time for you to get your first taste of what it means to be a demon." He waved his hand.

They both ended up outside, sitting in the shadow of an alley. The moonlight was the only thing illuminating the street, besides the neon sign of the bar across the street from them. Dean took her hand, and they walked up to the door, where music poured out.

"Texas Red?" She looked up at the name of the bar, pulling Dean a little closer in the cold.

He looked up too. "I don't know, this place looks pretty good."

They both entered, and Dean brought her to the barstools. Elena looked around, seeing the bar maids, wearing barely any clothing. "I can see why." She cast a sideways glance at him. "Dean."

"That's not what we're here for." He looked around at the people dancing around him, all the laughing couples, and lonely singles. They had no idea what was coming.

They both sat down.

"First thing about being a demon-" He took a beer from the bartender. "Have fun." He took a swig, and then passed it to her. She drank from the same bottle, passing it back when she was done.

"Second…" He smiled, his eyes going full black. "Death." He pulled the first blade from his pocket, handing it to her. "You decide what to do. This place needs a little action."

Elena's eyes returned the ebony stare, eyes losing all color besides the solid black. She took the blade, and with a casual movement in her hand, it was flung across the room, passing through four different people. They all dropped to the ground. Screaming followed.

Dean smiled, and sat back, leaning against the bar table while drinking a bottle of beer. He barely paid attention to the screaming. He sat calmly, acting as though nothing was happening around him. He ducked his head down slightly as someone was flung over his head, narrowly missing the top of his hair.

He was proud.

Elena felt nothing but a slight happiness in killing the people. She thought about how nice it was to be demon.

I don't have to feel anything anymore.

This thought made her as glad as a demon without emotion could get. The one thing she didn't understand was how she could love Dean, and yet feel no other emotion but that love. She laughed, as she slit another woman's throat. It didn't matter. She enjoyed being a demon.

Her thoughts trailed to when she had first awoken as a servant of hell. Her first thought was to protect Dean.

The reason she was living was to protect him. To be with him, and love him: That was the purpose that had woken her up. She smiled.

And I'll do one hell of a job.

She blocked off the exits with tables and chairs, trying to decide how to kill everyone in a different way. She had stabbed enough people, drowned a few in the bathrooms they tried to hide in… She had even lit people on fire, watching them foolishly run and alight other people.

Dean was right. She had no control over whether or not she killed right now.

Is it like this for every demon? Or is it just because I was created with Dean's blood?

When she came out of her thoughts, she realized everyone was dead. She sat back down with Dean, sliding the first blade back to him across the counter.

"Is it like that for every demon?" She asked him, leaning over the counter to grab more alcohol. She popped a beer cap with her bare hand, something she wouldn't have been able to do before.

They tapped bottles in a cheer, and both drank.

"I like to think of it as my own little power." He answered, amused by her question. That meant she was just like him. As if she had a separate mark on her arm. She had to kill.

He watched her lips turn up in a playful smile as she listened to his response.

"Elle. If you don't want to barf your organs out, then do this-" He pointed over his shoulder "-as often as you can."

She looked back over her shoulder. "That won't be a problem."

Sam reviewed the footage over and over again.

"Are you sure this is them?" The officer stood awkwardly behind the 'FBI' agent, trying to peer over his shoulder. "They look like psycho paths. I don't know if they're capable of running from the Feds."

Sam barely heard him, but his reply was automatic. "It's them alright."

He replayed the tape, yet again.

Dean. Man, what the hell have you done to her?

Normal Elena would have complained about the stench, made jokes about the body parts and blood, but this side of her he'd never even seen. Even when she had been killing monsters, her face had never held that little of emotion.

She killed and killed people over and over. Sam paused on a specific part. Elena's eyes blacked out, while she smiled at Dean. He zoomed in to the frame, making sure it wasn't a shadow. Even though the evidence was right there, he didn't want to believe his brother would do that to someone he cared so much about.

"Do you think if I wanted to be cured, I would have bailed?"

He winced at the memory of Dean's harsh words. But this is not my brother; he reminded himself. This isn't my best friend either. No one is who they're supposed to be.

"Agent Gordon? Agent Gordon!"

Sam was jolted out of his thoughts. "Hmm? Uh, yes? What is it?"

"Sheriff Dudley is here to take you to the crime scene."

"Oh, uh thanks." Sam nodded, and reluctantly left the computer. He didn't want to believe it, but his brother was capable of creating demons. Demons as powerful as himself.

He followed the police officer to the chief of police, sheriff Dudley.

"You're Agent Callahan's partner?" He turned, and pointed to the 'FBI agent' in a trench coat, patiently sitting in the passenger seat of the police car. He was looking down at the computer and radio, examining them, and slightly jumping whenever one would make a noise.

"Uh, yeah." Sam nodded, walking to the police vehicle. "Cas. What are you doing here?"

"Sam as you, I guess." He looked up at Sam, squinting against the sun. "They've been here. Hannah and I both felt their power from this town. So I came to investigate.

"You and… Hannah are working together?"

The angel shrugged. "She offered to help."

The sheriff climbed into the driver seat. "Ready boys?"

Sam ducked into the back of the squad car. Neither angel nor hunter said anything the entire way there, even when Dudley tried to make small talk.

Sam pushed open his door, and climbed out, walking quickly to the open door of the bloodied bar. Cas followed close behind him.

"Wait up!" called the sheriff, as he struggled with his seat belt.

The first thing that hit both men was the smell. Blood and Death flew out into the open air, an obvious reason of why the entire block was covered with yellow police tape.

Sam coughed, lifting his sleeve to slightly delude the smell. The sheriff caught up with him, handing him a white facemask, like the ones used during surgery.

"Ya might need this." The officer waved a hand in front of his face, nose scrunching up. Sam applied his mask, trying to breathe shallow breaths.

"So what evidence was collected?"

"Cause of death varied, but most of it was a knife. We couldn't identify what it was made out of, though."

Sam didn't respond, knowing it was a jawbone.

"Other than that, victims were drowned, burnt, stabbed, choked. You name a way to kill somebody in a bar, and it's there." The deputy shook his head, looking sad. "Most of them were good folk, too."

Sam's jaw twitched. He was pissed at the closest thing he's ever had to a sister, and her jerk boyfriend. Sam shook his head slightly. That wasn't the brother he had named jerk, and that wasn't his sister. Those were entirely different people.

"Anything else?" He looked around the bar. The numerous beers from the two demons were still there, but other than that, there was no trace of them.

"We ran a DNA check on those bottles, but they came up empty. No sign of the killers." The sheriff adjusted his belt. "By the way, what do you know about these two?"

Sam stared off into the mass of body parts and blood.

Elle. Dean. I'm going to get you back.

"More than they know about themselves."