Chapter 1: Working up the Mark
Dean put his cup down on the table, keeping his fingers wrapped around it though. He let out a slow sigh and listened to the silent stir of the house. Of course silent is never really silent. There is the rumble of the fridge and heater system, the tweet of the birds outside, and the cars on the nearby high way right outside of the neighborhood. Silent is never truly silent. He wanted to be back at the bunker with Sam. He wanted to hold Sam in his arms and tell him everything was okay. Be a big brother, and keep his younger sibling from crying. He wanted to sit down with Sam and just talk; he didn’t care if it was just some chick flick talk too. As long as Sammy was right there in front of him.
Crowley was right though. He would have to ease Sammy into the idea of seeing Dean like this. Crowley had promised though today was the day. It had been three weeks waiting for the okay to go see his baby brother. Dean sat wondering what Sammy must have thought seeing Dean’s body gone from the bed. The horror of Dean being dead and having no way to bring him back because his body was gone. After Sammy had tried so hard to bring him back, again. After all the tears he shed over Dean’s limp body.
The thought upset Dean, because Dean was never truly dead. He was there. He was alive through Sammy carrying him home to the bunker, cleaning his bloodied body, and laying him on his bed. He was there through Sammy crying while his wails bounced of the bunkers walls. He was there as Sammy started to drink the heavy alcohol Dean had slurped down over the years. He was there for all of it and it just upset him that Sammy had sunk so low.
“I’ve got word on your angel,” A deep English accent startled Dean ripping him from his thoughts. He felt Crowley’s hand on his shoulder.
Dean’s angel… Dean had tried not to think about Cas this whole time. Thinking about him hurt more than thinking about Sammy. “What?” Dean turned to look at Crowley. “He’s in heaven’s jail, I know. We have no way of getting him out without getting into heaven, so unless you were caller 15 and won the latest radio talk show game and your prize was a free ticket to heaven, I don’t want to hear it!” Dean turned back around shaking Crowley’s hand off his shoulder.
“Well, I’m so glad you have everything figured out,” Crowley said sarcastically, pulling out a chair next to Dean’s and sitting in it. “I’ve had my men snooping about, while trying to keep out of sight at the same time…”
“Look I’m really not in the mood,” Dean started but Crowley held his hand up stopping Dean.
“All I’m saying is little Cassie isn’t in heaven jail,” Crowley said annoyed that it took so long to convey this information.
Dean looked up at Crowley letting go of his cup and standing up to walk out. “Look I’m not in the mood for you to be tellin’ me false info, okay…”
Crowley cut him off, “Okay before you call me some incredibly rude name that hurts my feelings you should know I’m not lying. That Gadreel angel died braking Cas out. Metatron currently has Cassie’s place in holy lock up and from what I know Trench coat is running things again.” Crowley smiled a fake smile at Dean kicking his foot up in the air hanging on his chair.
“If that is true then you would have found out sooner and we could of…”
“Hush now cricket. I’ve known for a while…”
“A while?!” Dean yelled turning away from the fridge where he was headed and glared at Crowley. Dean could feel heat rising on the back of his neck and the mark start to burn a bit. Not much was able to hurt him with his new demon body but when his mark burned it would sometimes grow into agonizing pain, until he killed something. He tried to calm down taking a deep breath. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He growled through his teeth trying to keep cool.
“Because dear Muppet,” Crowley said annoyed again that he had to continue explaining himself. “You weren’t stable,” he stood up walking over to Dean. “I tell ya’ what, if I had told you the second I found out that dear Cas was out you’d pop off on me and I’d never see you again. And having a wild Dean-mon all pumped up with Cain juice running around by himself looking for a emotional angel is a very bad mix.” His voice squeaked at the end indicating that he was clearly flustered.
“Emotional?” Dean repeated.
“Was that the only thing you caught?” Crowley asked not particularly surprised. He looked up at Dean who hadn’t moved. Crowley wasn’t sure if Dean noticed his eyes went from green candy apple green to black again. He waited a second for Dean to change the subject. He wasn’t sure why he waited he knew the subject wasn’t going to switch for a while. He knew Dean wasn’t going to stop staring until he got his answer. Crowley sighed. “Yes, emotional,” he dragged out the word. “From what I’ve heard is, all that angel has been doing is nothing but moping around barely doing anything. And when he does do something he does it like a PMSed gorilla.”
“Why?” Dean was afraid he knew the answer.
“Metatron told him you were dead… that’s when the poor things life crumbled,” Crowley sighed and then turned around, not wanting to look at Dean.
Dean’s arm was on fire now. He could barely see through the black tint of his eyes. He didn’t care though. Cas thought he was dead. Was it even worth going to see him if Cas thought that? It’s better Cas thought he was dead then a demon. He wouldn’t want Dean know anyways. Dean was… all demon. He was probably hard to look at. Cas wouldn’t see Dean, he’d see through his meat suit and see a hideous creature literately brought forth by the depth of hell.
Dean looked up realizing he wasn’t standing in the kitchen anymore. His arm was agonizing and he just wanted to kill. He was in a forest with Crowley. “Hang on a sec, squirrel,” he was holding the first blade polishing it with a piece of cloth. He pointed the handle at Dean and Dean took it. He felt the power rush through his arm letting it take over his body. It didn’t make the mark on his arm stop being painful but it helped him enjoy it. Enjoying the pain was better than enduring it, right?
Dean searched the area letting his eyes land on a hideous creature tied down in a chair. He smiled knowing that this was the one Crowley had for him. This was the one like so many before him Crowley had tricked into a trap for Dean to satisfy his blood lust. Dean lurched forward stabbing the blade into the demon’s chest. He loved the scream that left the demon’s body along with his life. He savored it and let it fill him with pleasure. It gave him power. He sliced and sliced again feeling the pain leave his arm with each swing.
Crowley caught this hand pulling the blade out with harsh force. “It’s okay,” he hushed letting Dean step back away from the corpse. The pain in his arm was gone and he felt good, like recharged. Crowley was wiping off the blade nodding with a smirk. “Okay time to go see Moose,” he chuckled darkly.
“You’re gonna let me go see him? Really?” Dean questioned catching his breath.
“Well you’ve shown improvement, you didn’t try and decapitate me for taking away your pleasure toy this time… plus I did promise today,” Crowley wrapped up the blade snapping his fingers and it disappeared. “Also there is only so long I can go without see my Moose.”
“He’s not yours,” Dean glared unsettled by Crowley’s possessive wording.
“You know what I mean… We’re besties you should now I call everything mine,” Crowley laughed walking towards a tree. He leaned on it and sighed. “The question is are you ready?” He tilted his head back in a gesture. Dean looked and there it was right across the street was the bunker. He must not have notice earlier because he was focused on killing.
“Oh I’m ready!” Dean laughed even though he found nothing funny, he patted Crowley’s shoulder as he walked past him towards the front door.
“Hold your horses,” Crowley grabbed Dean’s hand making him stop in his tracks. Dean didn’t like listening to Crowley but he knew he had his best intentions in mind. Dean wouldn’t have stopped if he didn’t know that. For some reason all Crowley wanted to do was help. He didn’t treat Dean like his other demons he only told him what to do when he knew Dean needed direction.
“What is it?” Dean sighed itching to make a brake for the front door.
“Now Moose is seeking comfort from a dear friend of his. And his friend is seeking comfort from him… Currently his friend is out and will be back in…” Crowley looked down at his watch,” Oh, say an hour. Be out of there by the time he shows up.”
Dean knew that Sam’s “friend” was Cas. Crowley was terrible at being delicate. “Okay I’ll leave in about an hour…” Dean sighed pushing out of Crowley’s grip.
“I’ll be right out here,” Crowley called after him sipping on a beverage he made appear in his hand. “Let me know if you need me!”