Dean x Darby

"What did you do Sam!?"

"I just summoned Crowley! He needed to fix what he started!"

"Yeah well Dean is gone and Crowley is probably doing who knows what to him!"

"Hes dead Darby!"

"No hes not!"

"How do you know?"

"I can feel it. Everything he feels I feel, emotionally and physically."

"What? Since when?"

"Since he had the mark of cain."

"And you didnt bother to tell me? Darby this is serious!"

"I KNOW ITS SERIOUS SAM! I want to find Dean as much as you do, maybe more, but right now all I can tell is Dean is alive and full of hatred."

I ran to my room and slammed the door shut before Sam could say anything else. It was true, ever since Dean had the mark if Cain, I could just tell what Dean was going through. I took a shower in my bathroom and when I got out I screamed when I looked in the mirror. Instead of you in the mirror, it was Dean, and he had pitch black eyes. He was a demon, you could feel all the hatred he had in those eyes, and you could tell where he was, at some bar or something, you got dressed and ran to Sams room.

"I know where he is!"

"Wha- Who? I-"

"Dean! I dont know the name of it I just

"Well then lets go."

Sam and I jumped into a car and we drove off, I somehow knew where to turn, where to stop, where to take shortcuts. Finally we arrived at a bar, and Sam and I gasped as we saw the Impala, covered in dirt and several dents in her. Sam and I got out of the car and walked into the bar. No one was there but Dean, and he was playing the piano, with the firat blade sitting right next to him.

"Dean."

The playing stopped, and Dean looked up to meet our eyes. I felt something turn inside of me, and sudden rushof courage bubbled up my throught.

"Dean can I talk to you in private."

Sam looked at me as if I went insane, and Dean just stared at me, his stare was chilling to the bone but I was still able to follow him out of the bar and to the Impala. He was putting up a pretty good act pretending he was the normal Dean.

"I just needed some time away, thats all, ill return when im ready."

"Really Dean. The first blade always at your side, never awnsering your calls, killing humans for no reason-"

"That wasnt me!"

"Treating baby like crap!"

"Ive been really stressed lately."

"Demons dont get stressed."

Dean gagged and turned to me, I kept a strait face on as I stared right back into his green eyes, knowing the if he wanted to, he could make his pretty eyes go to terrifying in a blink. Dean started stuttering and I shushed him.

"Quiet."

"No!"

"Dean-"

"Im not a Demon, Darby!"

"Bullshit, u saw you with black eyes."

"What?"

"I had a vision."

"Well that vision was wrong because I AM NOT A DEMON."

I swallowed a lump and Deans eyes flicked black from his anger. He was always terrible at hiding secrets, I shook my head and got out of the car, stomping back to Sam, I patted his shoulder.

"Hes a demon all right."