Three days later, after stealing a car and driving a couple states away to O'Donnell, Texas, Dean decided he was far enough away from everything and everyone to find a real motel with a real bed, and hopefully have a few hours of sleep. He'd taken time only to stop for gas and bad convenience store coffee. His eyes were grainy and his body felt heavy.

While he didn't really require sleep and could push his physical body far beyond normal limits, Dean didn't want to wear out his meatsuit. It was hisbody, not someone he was possessing. And the idea of possessing someone else felt like a line in the sand, beyond which lay complete damnation.

Dean checked into room 4, and flopped face first onto the mattress. It didn't take long for him to fall into a deep sleep full of nightmares. There was fire and darkness. And screaming. So much screaming. It was deafening and desperate, and endless. Then there was Alistair, leaning over Dean's shoulder, his hot breath against Dean's neck, urging him to cut open another soul.

"Chester?"

The razor was in his hand, blackened with blood and the edge ragged by rust. It felt like an extension of his body, too comfortable in his palm.

"Wake up, Chester!"

Terrified eyes were the only discernable feature of the body that lay before him. Skin lay in sloppy piles at Dean's feet. Muscle was ripped away to bone. Soon, every scrap of flesh would be gone, and then Time would reset, and this soul would be whole again, ready for the next torment.

Keep going, boy,Alistair whispered.

"Dean Winchester!" followed by a hard slap across the face jarred Dean awake. He snapped to attention, the First Blade at Deadpool's throat. The Merc didn't flinch.

"What the fuck?" Dean shouted, flipping the blade for a better grip.

"I came to apologize," Deadpool said, slowly raising his hands in a show of innocence. "I thought I exorcised you. And I like you Chester. I thought we had a nice rapport."

Dean's face screwed up in a look of absolute confusion before shaking his head free of the remnants of his dream (nightmare?) and flopping back on the mattress, flinging an arm over his eyes. "How the fuck did you find me?"

"You underestimate my abilities, good sir," Deadpool said in his best Narrator voice. "Don't get me wrong, it was a challenge for about 5 minutes, but after I hacked into the CCTV system, it was a piece of cake."

Dean uncovered his eyes. "Why are you following me?"

Your perky nipples, Yellow said, just as White said, Boredom.

Deadpool just shrugged. "I feel like we are kindred spirits, Chester. Two bad ass slaying machines, cut from the same bolt of cloth. And!" He held up a finger, cutting off Dean's retort, quickly adding, "I think we should team up."

For a moment, Dean was rendered speechless. Of all the strange things that could have come out of this room invasion, a partnership was the last thing he imagined the merc suggesting. Especially in light of their last encounter.

"I'm a demon," Dean finally said. "You kill demons."

"I'm aware. And so do you," Deadpool said flatly. "I do have standards, you know. I'm not just killing every demon I meet."

Dean mumbled, "That makes one of us…"

"Also, you're not a douchebag," Deadpool added with a shrug. "You look like you need help. And with your obvious lack of giant brother and friend angel, you could probably use someone to watch your back."

Dean laughed, a dry, humorless sound. "You don't know me, dude."

"I know you Better than you think."

"I don't know you," Dean snapped. "We're not friends. We're not going to be a team, Deadpool. And that's another thing..." Dean waved in Deadpool's general direction. "You are some dude in a costume. I don't even know your real name."

"Wade," Deadpool answered, sitting up straighter. "Wade Wilson."

They both fell into silence, staring at each other. Dean wasn't sure what to make of this. Of anything. Deadpool was right in one regard: Dean missed having someone to watch his back. But trusting a mercenary, especially one who heard voices in his head, didn't seem to be the best basis for a team.

The silence went on a little too long, and Deadpool started drifting a little, staring at the Winchester. The merc remembered the black eyes very well, but he still didn't see the guy in front of him as evil. His entire life-even before Weapon X-Wade Wilson had been labeled as the bad guy, even when all he was doing was clearing out the bad guys. There were moments when he had got it backwards, but he always made it right, even with everyone calling him insane and dangerous.

But we are insane and dangerous, White said.

Yellow quickly snarked, Yeah, if by insane and dangerous, you mean badass and sexy.

Dean scrubbed his hands over his face, feeling the need to drink large quantities of alcohol. He opened his mouth to say something, probably another rejection of the merc's offer, but his mouth shut again. He studied Deadpool's-Wade's-masked face, the way he held himself. He'd seen the guy in action, a perfect fighter. Graceful. Fast. No hesitation.

Not to mention he was well equipped for killing demons. His swords had the same effect as Ruby's knife, with a much farther reach. Dean wanted to know more about his weapons, and how the merc came to learn an exorcism.

"Okay," Dean finally said.

Deadpool quirked his head to the side. "...Okay?"

"We'll team up." Dean held up his hands to stop Deadpool from bouncing, and added, "But! We're gonna get a few things straight first, okay? Like, number one, who is Vetis?"

"Vetis is a soul-stealing douchebag I worked with for a while," Deadpool answered. "I thought he was dead. Thought I killed him. But then, things went sort of crazy a few years back. Demons were everywhere all of a sudden, and I ran into the bastard. Tried to claim my soul, but Death stopped him."

Dean had to fight any interjections. He'd met Death. Death didn't make special exceptions for people in regards to demon deals. At least, not that he knew of. Death was a capricious asshole.

"Now, he's sending every demon in Hell after me," Deadpool finished.

"That why you faked your death?"

Deadpool laughed. "Nah." He didn't elaborate.

"So…" Dean stood up and started pacing at the end of the bed. "We should go after Vetis. I could summon him. I have the mojo to kill him for good."

"Confident. I like that." Deadpool was grinning behind the mask, even as he said, "But that won't work. Vetis isn't Crowley. Crowley might be the King of Hell, but he's king of the low level idiots. Vetis used to be Crowley's boss. And the Bosses don't get summoned."

This was news to Dean. For the nth time, Dean wished he could just call Castiel. Find out what the angel knows about Vetis. Alistair was a higher level demon. So was Azazel. And Lillith. It took a lot of mojo to take them out. Took the Colt. Took selling Dean's soul. Took Sam's blood addiction.

But now, Dean was theKnight of Hell. There were no others. Abaddon was dead, and according to the lore, the biggest and baddest of the pit were the Knights. In other words, Dean was the top dog. He was the one with the mojo to take the thorn out of Deadpool's side. They just need to find Vetis, and the First Blade would do the rest.

He looks so serious when his eyes are black,Yellow said, amused.

He always looks serious, dumbass, White snobbed.

"Leave the Chester alone, he's going to work with us. We need to behave ourselves."That disembodied voice was without a doubt, Wade.

Dean shook his head, his eyes coming back to humanity. Deadpool was still sitting, though his legs were bouncing restlessly, as if he was about to burst into action, like a puppy at the end of a leash staring at a squirrel. The idea of Deadpool completely unleashed was almost like imagining a hurricane: big, deadly, and uncontrollable. Not a good idea.

Trying to keep a tight grip on that invisible leash, Dean said, "We're going to do this my way, okay?"

"No problem!" Deadpool said as he jumped up to his feet and clamped a hand on Dean's shoulder, shaking him as he bounced, and with that odd Narrorator voice, said, "Team ChesterPool, off to conquer the foes and forces of Hell for the Good of Humanity! Suck it, world!"

Dean couldn't help the smile as he slowly shook his head. This was going to be interesting.