Kryptonite

by Wynter Spite

A fanfic filled with dozens of other Supernatural fanfics that I never finished. Some of 'em will be over two thousand words, others a little over one hundred. Or less. They have interesting ideas, though. First chapter: Dean's dead, killed by Metatron. So then why is he suddenly floating around the hospital he last saw after his father was possessed by the Yellow-Eyed Demon?

23. Some Deliberate Disguises

AN: So, thanks to CallMeAnonymous9 for the review that seriously nearly killed me with sheer joy. When I've dominated the world and you're my advisor, people will worship you. I'll make it so.

And because this chapter's so short, I'll be posting the next one soon.

Disclaimer: The only supernatural thing I own is my sister. (Don't tell her I said that. Like, ever. I'm too young to die.)

Summary: A demon's true visage is no pretty thing.

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Dean opened his pitch-black eyes.

He slowly sat up and looked at Crowley. Not just looking, but seeing him, his true face, twisted and warped, disfigured by his centuries in Hell.

He recoiled. "Ew."

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Up next: Being the ruler of Hell has its downsides.

Weird Randomness!

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"Dean? Do you know why Crowley's sobbing into Cas's trenchcoat and knocking back beers like it's the end of the world again?"

Dean avoided Sam's gaze. "Nope."

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