A/N: So this chapter is dedicated to beyondwonder, who gave me the kick in the pants I needed. Also, this is like my least favorite chapter ever, so please bear with the crapiness because I can promise the next chapter is better.
Mary Winchester reached out touch her eldest son's cheek. Dean's eyes closed, taking in his mother's touch. Her soft hand trailed from his cheek to his shoulder and down his arm. A frown blossomed on her face as she stopped at his forearm. Her thumb stroked the glowing Mark.
"Dean, what did you do?" she whispered.
"What I had to," Dean sighed.
"Baby," Mary whispered, her eyes flashing black. Dean went to take a step back, but Mary's nails dug into his arm, keeping him within her grasp. Dean stared at her, his mouth agape. He tugged on his arm, trying to pull it out of her grasp, but her fingernails grew into claws, impaling themselves through the skin. "You're not going anywhere," Mary growled, her eyes a dead black.
Dean reacted instinctively, his fist traveling toward his mother's face. Her head snapped back with a grunt emitting from her, but her grip loosened. Dean was able to pull himself free, but blood flowed down his forearm.
"Baby," the demon wearing Mary Winchester crooned. She lunged forward, but Dean was ready, throwing her over his back. She landed with her head against the concrete of the floor, blood forming in a puddle.
"Dean," a voice scolded that had Dean freezing in place. No, he's dead. Sure enough, though, John Winchester stepped out of the shadows, his eyes glowing a molted yellow.
"No," Dean gasped. The demon didn't reply, instead charging his son with a small knife. Dean was able to duck the first blow, but John came back with an upper cut, making Dean bite his own tongue. Dean glared at his father, rage burning in his stomach. He had followed the man blindly and then he leaves Dean to clean up his messes. Dean came back with two direct jabs to John's face, but not without getting a cut on his side. Dean ignored the pain, something he had learned early on in his hunting life, and instead kicked his leg out, trying to trip the demon. He missed, however, and received two straight punches to the jaw.
He looked up at what was supposed to be his father, and cracked a grin. "You hit like a girl," he groaned. The real John Winchester hit twenty times worse than this demon. The demon smiled, and punched Dean again.
"Come on, Dean," the demon growled. "You're Daddy's little soldier…and you failed." Dean grunted before landing a kick where it counted, and the demon let him go. Dean stumbled back with a punch aimed for the demon's face. The demon smiled as it spat blood out of its mouth. "Is that the best you got?" the demon growled.
Dean looked from the face of his father to the Blade over his shoulder. He knew this one wouldn't accidentally bash its head in, and he needed a weapon. The demon followed his gaze and gave him a bloody smile before crouching into an attack position. Dean gave the demon one more glance before charging toward the Blade. The demon tackled him to the ground, and their impact was so hard, even Crowley flinched. Dean kicked the demon in the stomach, and took off for the pedestal. It took a few steps for the demon to actually get up, and just enough for him to catch up.
Dean reached the Blade and turned around just as the demon charged him. The Blade sunk into the demon's stomach, sending a ripple of power through Dean. His eyes flashed black as he pulled the Blade out of the demon's body.
Crowley smiled. He was genuinely impressed, and began to clap slowly.
"You did well, Squirrel," he praised. Dean dropped the Blade as the voice got stronger…and louder so it blocked out his own thoughts. It was only then that he realized how hard he was breathing.
"I'm done," he told Crowley before leaving the gym.
Crowley smirked as he left. "This is only the beginning."
A/N: Sorry this is so short. I promise the next chapter will be longer. Till next time, Jo.