Not Your Usual Garden Variety... Chapter one
Title: The Not So Usual Garden Variety
Genre: angst/romance
Pairing: Castiel/Dean (main!), Sam/Dean
Rating: NC17
Summary: in this story: Dean was not rescued by angels after his four months in hell, and he is out on earth as Lilith’s personal assistant… and that’s where we start…
Warning: Violence physically, mentally, sexually (not that I condone it! It’s just that it’s for the plot… please don’t think I condone sexual violence) swearing… and total blasphemy… and yes, I know I am totally going to hell for this…
AN: to get to the previous parts, just click the author's tags at her journal~ THANK YOU ^_________^!
Seedlings
Can you tell me if sun flowers scorch?
Are their yellow canary petals actually burning fleur?
Can you tell me do Dandelions roar?
And if it does, does their white feathery mane fall to the floor?
Can you tell me if you hear the fanfare of the Bellflower’s horn?
In celebration, in mourn, do they play when a lover’s pact is sworn?
Can you tell me where I am to go?
When heaven rejects you and hell repents you to be welcomed and adorned?
Can you tell me why we are born?
Are we made in gardens? In patches? In fields are we grown?
-“snowinginjune”
Chapter One.
Nine months of Hell… literally speaking.
Hell is different for everyone. Dean knows that now- He hears other people begging, “Stop!” for things Dean could not see, feel or hear. Dean realized quickly that Hell was a never ending nightmare of every human’s worst fears clashed into one. So Dean cried out for Sam, or any one to hear him and to save him- but he was one of many prayers that were left unheard.
Dean realized after fifty years in hell that nothing can save him- nothing will get him out of hell… so he better make the best of it.
Dean had stopped yelling for Sam’s name after eighteen years of torture and pain, and then he realized after the first day of his nineteenth year in hell that eighteen was how old Sam was when he left home. Even though Dean had begged Sam with his eyes- his brother knowing how much leaving him would kill him in the inside, Sam had left-
Like how Sam had left him now… leaving him down in hell with nothing but sad, fading memories of him and his brother on earth.
“Oh Dean, he’s not coming for you- we’d know if he was…” Alistair… it’s always Alistair that comes to Dean at the end of the day. ‘For the final cut, Dean… being the last one to cut you for the day is like having the end of the ice cream cone. You know the ones with the chocolate filling in the inside~’
Dean tries not to talk to Alistair- He looked at Dean in ways it made Dean sick, and when Alistair would cut Dean’s insides he’d whisper things that begged Alistair to cut his ears off- but Alistair would laugh, and say how pretty he was, and how fun he was to be around.
“Oh Dean, I promise you… you have such a promising future ahead of you- only if you give in…” Alistair would whisper into his ear as he carved and scraped off his insides from his skin. Dean doesn’t scream any more- not that he’s not in pain- he’s realized that Alistair gets his kicks off him screaming, and begging him to stop- so Dean shuts his mouth and bites his lips, and sometimes even bites his tongue so he’d die quicker and Alistair would have to wait till the his body magically reassembles itself.
It was after his thirty years in hell he started forgetting certain things that he shouldn’t be forgetting. Like what kinds of weapons to use on what son of a bitch, or where he had his first lay, and the date to his own birthday.
It was in his fortieth year that he forgot his mother’s name and Sam’s birth date- and that’s when he felt that he was losing the last scrap of humanity he had left in him.
It was on his forty- sixth year that Dean had finally lost his sanity and started to seriously reconsider Alistair’s deal. Dean thinks maybe it was when he realized that he had forgotten his own name- and the only reminder that his name was Dean was when Alistair would whisper sweet sickness into Dean’s ear when he’d cut Dean in ways it seemed so impossible.
It was when Dean forgotten his reason for being in hell, that Dean had accepted Alistair’s deal- he felt something from the depth of his chest drop away with a thud as he made up his mind to take on Alistair’s offer.
“So, Dean before I leave today- I am going to ask you…if I let you off the rack, would you come and play with me?”
“Yes…” Alistair looks genuinely surprised at Dean, but is quickly replaced by a victorious smirk.
Hell shook with glee as it welcomed Dean’s fallen soul to it’s lowest grounds.
“Oh Dean you don’t disappoint me at all- how you had me all figured out with you. Like getting me all jaded torturing you- not that torturing your pretty body can ever get boring, but nonetheless it was getting a little repetitious, and now you go and do this- accepting my offer…” Alistair draws closer to Dean and with a wave of his hand he made the chains on Dean’s limbs disappear. Dean falls, but Alistair grabs him with one arm and brings Dean’s bloody face near his-
“And who am I do decline such an offer? When you are so wanting of such-“Alistair pauses to breathe in Dean’s scent, “desire to be who you were meant to be?”
Dean’s first torture was Bella. Her eyes went wide- with whispers of prayers and begging Dean’s forgiveness.
“Dean… No, no, no… you- you?” Bella seems surprised, but Dean does nothing but smile.
“Bella~” Dean says it in almost a song- he looks at Alistair who stands behind him to watch his first kill.
“How?! Wh-why?” Bella’s eyes widens as she wonders how and why Dean was standing in front of her.
“Why not? Wasn’t it you who told me we’d end up in hell anyways, we should enjoy the ride- I thought since I am not getting out of hell anyways, why not enjoy the ride?” Dean said matter of factly as he takes his hand and pierces Bella’s stomach, blood flows down Dean’ warm and welcoming, and Bella’s painful screams were almost pleasing to hear.
“You screw with me on Earth Bella, I thought I’d never see you again after that phone call- but here I am, with a second chance-“ Dean pauses with a smile and squeezes something that makes Bella scream with a shrill , “and I want to make it right…”
Dean looks at his hands after he withdraws it from Bella’s insides- and looks at the red.
He’s never seen such a prettier shade.
He brings his hand to his tongue and he licks it experimentally-
The coppery taste is almost tasteful and he wants another taste. Alistair laughs as he comes behind Dean and takes his hand to his own mouth. Dean watches Alistair taking his own thumb into his mouth. Alistair moans at the taste of blood, and smiles at Dean.
“Dean, so pretty when you kill- and it’s not bad - your method of torture…” Dean smiles at his new master’s approval.
Bella stops screaming from the pain Dean had afflicted on her, and pants for air.
“So pretty, how you made them scream…” Alistair says as he draws up his other hand and brushes Dean’s cheek.
“But let me teach you how to make them sing,” and Dean’s smile widens, like a child being gifted with a present.
Alistair had taken on a pupil. He had taught Dean every method of torture he had known- and took Dean into his chambers. Dean was nothing but obedient to his teacher- he was thankful someone would even offer him a second chance.
“Oh you are so pretty, Dean” Alistair whispered like a snake into Dean’s ears as Dean was taken roughly from behind “So pretty when your in pain, so pretty when you are in pleasure- so pretty all the time-“
And Dean took pride into himself.
Hell shook again with glee.
It was his seventieth year in hell when Alistair is summoned by Lilith-
And shortly after Alistair is summoned, Dean is summoned up onto the surface as well.
“Dean~” a beautiful dark haired child this time, with big brown eyes- Dean kneels down before Lilith. Dean is riding a gangly teenager- the closest body he could find after getting out of hell-
“I am your new master,” Lilith says as she takes Dean’s head onto her lap, and strokes his hair- “I know you don’t like the body you are in… so I decided to get you your old body back! All clean and renewed!” Lilith said with a joyful laugh fallowing, Dean looks up at her with a thankful smile.
“Thank you Master”
“Oh Dean you silly!” Lilith looks at Dean, and giggles with glee- Alistair also smiles, “Don’t be so polite- we’re family now”
Seven months in hell… no seventy years in hell and now Dean is free- in his old body which is now repaired by his grace, Lilith and Dean is ready to serve her with everything he has to offer.
His third week on earth, Lilith renames Dean.
“Dean is such a human name- only I should call you that… what would other demons act like when they find out that my most favorite solider has such a human name,” Dean looks down at himself with shame.
“Forgive me…”
“Nothing that’s your fault Deanie~ now let me think… think of a suitable name for you…”
Lilith thinks for a long time, and looks at Dean with a smile,
“Dacey~” the name flowed out of Lilith’s mouth as if it was meant for Dean to bare, and Dean smiled at his new name.
“Dacey…” Dean echoed out, testing his new name out onto his own voice, and he smiled after he said his name.
“You are now to be known as Dacey… and you are my beloved Dacey- and no one is to call you by your true name other than myself.”
“Of course Master-“Dacey said as he rested his head onto Lilith’s lap, as Lilith took him with a welcoming smirk.
“I want you to get something for me, Deanie”
“Anything Master”
“I want you to bring me back this pretty sparkly bottle for me Deanie,”
“Anything for you Master,”
“Good” Lilith kisses Dean on the cheek and holds him like a teddy bear.
Two months out on earth again and Dean is gifted with a mission- and he will not fail his Master.
“The artifact you seek is in an old temple in Oregon…” the witch had told him when Dacey had tracked the bottle to an ancient witch who took residence in Kentucky.
“And how will I know where to look in Oregon, witch?” Dean was now a hell spawn, but his feelings towards witches stayed the same.
“Don’t be using that tone with me, boy! I am ancient and I am powerful- you will give me respect,”
Dacey smiled with a gleam in his eyes, “I will only respect to those I serve, and I do not serve you” The witch looked into Dean’s eyes- her old wrinkles and hanging skin making Dean cringe.
“You are an eye sore-“Dacey blurted.
“And you- are very special…” the witch said with some what of a cryptic tone, Dean shrugged it off, and smirked.
“I hear that plenty, witch- now tell me how I will know when I see it.”
“You will know- because it is meant for you and only you to see alone.” And with that the witch snapped and disappeared.
It took several hours for Dean to reach Oregon. His powers were amazing- he could see and hear things that Dean wished to hear. He could feel things with such great intensity- read minds and see the past of whoever he wanted to without even a thought. He was fast, and stronger than he ever had imagined himself to be. Flashing into places he wished to be, and doing things he wished to do, whenever he wanted- of course if his master aloud him to.
Dean walked into the woods, and for some reason he knew he was headed in the right direction. He walked deeper and deeper into the dark forest to find himself in front of a mouth of a cave. Dean breathed in, but it wasn’t the deep evergreen scent he smelled. He smelled power-
And he craved it.
He continued in the cave, he didn’t need lights to know where he was going- his feet knew where to go- so he kept on walking- walking- walking and walking… and then-
He saw it in a distance, an unnatural glow at what looked like an alter made of stone. The alter was rusted red, and Dean can smell the ancient old blood that had spilled onto the rock- Dean waved his hand and the top rock flew off with ease revealing a hole in the ground under the alter. Dean bent down and reached in to bring up a black box.
Dean stood up from his position on the ground and held the box in his hands.
“Sneaking onto people is not a polite way of introducing yourself… it’s almost creepy- stalker like almost,” Dacey turned around to find a stranger looking at him.
“Who are you?”
“I am here to observe you,” the stranger said- his voice low, and soft, but stern and strong.
“That doesn’t answer who you are,”
“I do not have to answer to your kind,”
Dean looked at the stranger. On the outside it was just a regular man, rather haggard and quite lame looking- but Dean knew better. He saw a light emitting over the man’s head.
A halo?
“You are my master’s foe…” the man didn’t reply back. He simply looked at Dean, making Dean felt uneasy as the man’s… wait no the creature’s dark blue eyes stared on ward at Dean.
“And who is your master, Dean?”
Dean’s eyes shook open, with anger and with surprise.
“My name is Dacey, and the Dean you speak of is dead,” Dacey said with wrath in his voice, shaking with the new passionate fire burning in his heart- the want to destroy this being.
“Is he?” the blue eyed creature asked. The answer should have been simple for Dean to answer- but for some odd reason he was left staring at the creature.
“What… what are you?”
The creature came closer, making Dean take a step back just as precaution. The creature walked closer nonetheless and stopped a yard away from Dean, and even though the man he was wearing was haggard with his cheap cotton suit and tie- and his dirtied tan overcoat the halo light burned bright making everything about the man so… glorious- gracious- gorgeous…
“I am an angel of the Lord, my father,” The creature said. There was a silent moment before Dean started to laugh.
“There are no such things!”
“Why is it that you can exist and I cannot?” the creature asked, tilting his head slightly, his facial expressions showing slight confusion.
“Because if there was, then that means there are chances of good on earth, and there are no such thing,” Dacey spoke laughter still in his voice.
“But there are-“
“Lying is my job, oh angel of the lord,” Dacey mocked as he walked around the so called angel.
“What is it that this artifact is any of your business?” Dacey asked.
“It is not- that artifact does not affect my kind- “
“Then why are you here?” Dacey asked
The creature looks at him with no emotions reflecting off his eyes.
“To see if I did the right thing,” Dacey waited for the man to keep going- but anger quickly doubled his fire when the creature had vanished in a blink of an eye.
But it didn’t matter. No really anyways- his master would be pleased with his work- he had found the artifact she wanted- and when he did present the beautiful box to Lilith, she smiled and took Dean into her arms.
“Oh I knew you’d do so well, Deanie- I knew it! Didn’t I say so Alistair? Didn’t I?” Lilith beamed at Dean as she took the box and opened it and squealed with joy.
“It’s beautiful- just beautiful…” Lilith said as she took the beautiful glass bottle out of the box. It was no bigger than a beer bottle, but Lilith was right when she said it was beautiful. The bottle had a bluish glow when it hit the light and its metal casing of beautiful designs shined as the light hit the smooth edges of the metal.
“Now- I want you to take this Dean, and go back to hell-“Dean looked up at Lilith with fear in his eyes.
“Oh poor baby, I wont leave you down there- but once you go down there I want you to look for your soul,” Lilith said with a sweet smile, “you know, when you lost in hell at some point… and when you find it- put it in this bottle~” Lilith said as she cupped Dean’s face.
“Only then can you come back to me- Deanie… find your lost soul, place it in this bottle and come back- after that I will have a present ready for you,”
And with that Dean blinked, and found himself back in the pit.
But it wasn’t like the first time he came here- it wasn’t like it was before. The fear and the sadness he had felt the first time he entered hell was no longer stationed in his chest, instead he felt almost at peace.
The sounds of torture moved him into a smile.
Hell shook, welcoming Dean’s return.
Dean focused- remembering he had a mission to accomplish- find his soul, go back to his master.
‘And who is your master, Dean?’
The creature’s words echoed through his memory, but Dean ignore the imprint that the blue eyes had made in his mind- and go through hell searching for his lost soul.
It was 40 days of searching Dean found his soul- and returned to Earth. Dean scoffed at how almost biblical that sounded- but Dean came back to Lilith with his soul in a bottle. Lilith smiled at took the jar, and smiled at the dark beautiful green glow.
“So pretty- Deanie, your soul so pretty-“Lilith said with a smile, and then the bottle shrank into something like a charm. Lilith took a chain and placed it through the grooves of the bottle, and then placed the necklace around Dean’s neck. Dean became confused.
“This is how you show your loyalty to me, Dean- See if you get your soul back, you become human again,” Lilith said with seriousness.
“But you shall show me your loyalty to me as you keep your soul around your neck, and choose to stay by my side,” Dean looked at Lilith. Her new body is of a 9 year old red headed girl, with big hazel eyes. Dean thinks he’s seem something similar to that shade many times but he doesn’t quite recall.
“I am giving you free will, Dean- but when you choose to disobey me- when you choose to break that bottle and become human, out of my grasp- that is when you know… I will kill you,” Lilith said, her eyes staring deep into Dean.
“Never Master- I’d never let you down…” Dean said in a hurry, making sure he hadn’t disappointed his master; he threw himself down onto her lap.
“Never master! NEVER! You saved me master! I’d never leave your side!” Dean cried out, tears forming in his eyes- as Lilith cupped Dean’s face and shushed him gently.
“Good- and now that we have that in order, I think it’s time to meet an old friend of ours“Dean looked at Lilith, who sweetly smiled at him.
“His name is Sam, Dean, and I think he’d love to meet you,”
It had been 9 months since Dean Winchester died and had gone to hell.
It had been 4 months since Dean Winchester became a demon…
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Genre: angst/romance
Pairing: Castiel/Dean (main!), Sam/Dean
Rating: NC17
Summary: in this story: Dean was not rescued by angels after his four months in hell, and he is out on earth as Lilith’s personal assistant… and that’s where we start…
Warning: Violence physically, mentally, sexually (not that I condone it! It’s just that it’s for the plot… please don’t think I condone sexual violence) swearing… and total blasphemy… and yes, I know I am totally going to hell for this…
AN: to get to the previous parts, just click the author's tags at her journal~ THANK YOU ^_________^!
Seedlings
Can you tell me if sun flowers scorch?
Are their yellow canary petals actually burning fleur?
Can you tell me do Dandelions roar?
And if it does, does their white feathery mane fall to the floor?
Can you tell me if you hear the fanfare of the Bellflower’s horn?
In celebration, in mourn, do they play when a lover’s pact is sworn?
Can you tell me where I am to go?
When heaven rejects you and hell repents you to be welcomed and adorned?
Can you tell me why we are born?
Are we made in gardens? In patches? In fields are we grown?
-“snowinginjune”
Chapter One.
Nine months of Hell… literally speaking.
Hell is different for everyone. Dean knows that now- He hears other people begging, “Stop!” for things Dean could not see, feel or hear. Dean realized quickly that Hell was a never ending nightmare of every human’s worst fears clashed into one. So Dean cried out for Sam, or any one to hear him and to save him- but he was one of many prayers that were left unheard.
Dean realized after fifty years in hell that nothing can save him- nothing will get him out of hell… so he better make the best of it.
Dean had stopped yelling for Sam’s name after eighteen years of torture and pain, and then he realized after the first day of his nineteenth year in hell that eighteen was how old Sam was when he left home. Even though Dean had begged Sam with his eyes- his brother knowing how much leaving him would kill him in the inside, Sam had left-
Like how Sam had left him now… leaving him down in hell with nothing but sad, fading memories of him and his brother on earth.
“Oh Dean, he’s not coming for you- we’d know if he was…” Alistair… it’s always Alistair that comes to Dean at the end of the day. ‘For the final cut, Dean… being the last one to cut you for the day is like having the end of the ice cream cone. You know the ones with the chocolate filling in the inside~’
Dean tries not to talk to Alistair- He looked at Dean in ways it made Dean sick, and when Alistair would cut Dean’s insides he’d whisper things that begged Alistair to cut his ears off- but Alistair would laugh, and say how pretty he was, and how fun he was to be around.
“Oh Dean, I promise you… you have such a promising future ahead of you- only if you give in…” Alistair would whisper into his ear as he carved and scraped off his insides from his skin. Dean doesn’t scream any more- not that he’s not in pain- he’s realized that Alistair gets his kicks off him screaming, and begging him to stop- so Dean shuts his mouth and bites his lips, and sometimes even bites his tongue so he’d die quicker and Alistair would have to wait till the his body magically reassembles itself.
It was after his thirty years in hell he started forgetting certain things that he shouldn’t be forgetting. Like what kinds of weapons to use on what son of a bitch, or where he had his first lay, and the date to his own birthday.
It was in his fortieth year that he forgot his mother’s name and Sam’s birth date- and that’s when he felt that he was losing the last scrap of humanity he had left in him.
It was on his forty- sixth year that Dean had finally lost his sanity and started to seriously reconsider Alistair’s deal. Dean thinks maybe it was when he realized that he had forgotten his own name- and the only reminder that his name was Dean was when Alistair would whisper sweet sickness into Dean’s ear when he’d cut Dean in ways it seemed so impossible.
It was when Dean forgotten his reason for being in hell, that Dean had accepted Alistair’s deal- he felt something from the depth of his chest drop away with a thud as he made up his mind to take on Alistair’s offer.
“So, Dean before I leave today- I am going to ask you…if I let you off the rack, would you come and play with me?”
“Yes…” Alistair looks genuinely surprised at Dean, but is quickly replaced by a victorious smirk.
Hell shook with glee as it welcomed Dean’s fallen soul to it’s lowest grounds.
“Oh Dean you don’t disappoint me at all- how you had me all figured out with you. Like getting me all jaded torturing you- not that torturing your pretty body can ever get boring, but nonetheless it was getting a little repetitious, and now you go and do this- accepting my offer…” Alistair draws closer to Dean and with a wave of his hand he made the chains on Dean’s limbs disappear. Dean falls, but Alistair grabs him with one arm and brings Dean’s bloody face near his-
“And who am I do decline such an offer? When you are so wanting of such-“Alistair pauses to breathe in Dean’s scent, “desire to be who you were meant to be?”
Dean’s first torture was Bella. Her eyes went wide- with whispers of prayers and begging Dean’s forgiveness.
“Dean… No, no, no… you- you?” Bella seems surprised, but Dean does nothing but smile.
“Bella~” Dean says it in almost a song- he looks at Alistair who stands behind him to watch his first kill.
“How?! Wh-why?” Bella’s eyes widens as she wonders how and why Dean was standing in front of her.
“Why not? Wasn’t it you who told me we’d end up in hell anyways, we should enjoy the ride- I thought since I am not getting out of hell anyways, why not enjoy the ride?” Dean said matter of factly as he takes his hand and pierces Bella’s stomach, blood flows down Dean’ warm and welcoming, and Bella’s painful screams were almost pleasing to hear.
“You screw with me on Earth Bella, I thought I’d never see you again after that phone call- but here I am, with a second chance-“ Dean pauses with a smile and squeezes something that makes Bella scream with a shrill , “and I want to make it right…”
Dean looks at his hands after he withdraws it from Bella’s insides- and looks at the red.
He’s never seen such a prettier shade.
He brings his hand to his tongue and he licks it experimentally-
The coppery taste is almost tasteful and he wants another taste. Alistair laughs as he comes behind Dean and takes his hand to his own mouth. Dean watches Alistair taking his own thumb into his mouth. Alistair moans at the taste of blood, and smiles at Dean.
“Dean, so pretty when you kill- and it’s not bad - your method of torture…” Dean smiles at his new master’s approval.
Bella stops screaming from the pain Dean had afflicted on her, and pants for air.
“So pretty, how you made them scream…” Alistair says as he draws up his other hand and brushes Dean’s cheek.
“But let me teach you how to make them sing,” and Dean’s smile widens, like a child being gifted with a present.
Alistair had taken on a pupil. He had taught Dean every method of torture he had known- and took Dean into his chambers. Dean was nothing but obedient to his teacher- he was thankful someone would even offer him a second chance.
“Oh you are so pretty, Dean” Alistair whispered like a snake into Dean’s ears as Dean was taken roughly from behind “So pretty when your in pain, so pretty when you are in pleasure- so pretty all the time-“
And Dean took pride into himself.
Hell shook again with glee.
It was his seventieth year in hell when Alistair is summoned by Lilith-
And shortly after Alistair is summoned, Dean is summoned up onto the surface as well.
“Dean~” a beautiful dark haired child this time, with big brown eyes- Dean kneels down before Lilith. Dean is riding a gangly teenager- the closest body he could find after getting out of hell-
“I am your new master,” Lilith says as she takes Dean’s head onto her lap, and strokes his hair- “I know you don’t like the body you are in… so I decided to get you your old body back! All clean and renewed!” Lilith said with a joyful laugh fallowing, Dean looks up at her with a thankful smile.
“Thank you Master”
“Oh Dean you silly!” Lilith looks at Dean, and giggles with glee- Alistair also smiles, “Don’t be so polite- we’re family now”
Seven months in hell… no seventy years in hell and now Dean is free- in his old body which is now repaired by his grace, Lilith and Dean is ready to serve her with everything he has to offer.
His third week on earth, Lilith renames Dean.
“Dean is such a human name- only I should call you that… what would other demons act like when they find out that my most favorite solider has such a human name,” Dean looks down at himself with shame.
“Forgive me…”
“Nothing that’s your fault Deanie~ now let me think… think of a suitable name for you…”
Lilith thinks for a long time, and looks at Dean with a smile,
“Dacey~” the name flowed out of Lilith’s mouth as if it was meant for Dean to bare, and Dean smiled at his new name.
“Dacey…” Dean echoed out, testing his new name out onto his own voice, and he smiled after he said his name.
“You are now to be known as Dacey… and you are my beloved Dacey- and no one is to call you by your true name other than myself.”
“Of course Master-“Dacey said as he rested his head onto Lilith’s lap, as Lilith took him with a welcoming smirk.
“I want you to get something for me, Deanie”
“Anything Master”
“I want you to bring me back this pretty sparkly bottle for me Deanie,”
“Anything for you Master,”
“Good” Lilith kisses Dean on the cheek and holds him like a teddy bear.
Two months out on earth again and Dean is gifted with a mission- and he will not fail his Master.
“The artifact you seek is in an old temple in Oregon…” the witch had told him when Dacey had tracked the bottle to an ancient witch who took residence in Kentucky.
“And how will I know where to look in Oregon, witch?” Dean was now a hell spawn, but his feelings towards witches stayed the same.
“Don’t be using that tone with me, boy! I am ancient and I am powerful- you will give me respect,”
Dacey smiled with a gleam in his eyes, “I will only respect to those I serve, and I do not serve you” The witch looked into Dean’s eyes- her old wrinkles and hanging skin making Dean cringe.
“You are an eye sore-“Dacey blurted.
“And you- are very special…” the witch said with some what of a cryptic tone, Dean shrugged it off, and smirked.
“I hear that plenty, witch- now tell me how I will know when I see it.”
“You will know- because it is meant for you and only you to see alone.” And with that the witch snapped and disappeared.
It took several hours for Dean to reach Oregon. His powers were amazing- he could see and hear things that Dean wished to hear. He could feel things with such great intensity- read minds and see the past of whoever he wanted to without even a thought. He was fast, and stronger than he ever had imagined himself to be. Flashing into places he wished to be, and doing things he wished to do, whenever he wanted- of course if his master aloud him to.
Dean walked into the woods, and for some reason he knew he was headed in the right direction. He walked deeper and deeper into the dark forest to find himself in front of a mouth of a cave. Dean breathed in, but it wasn’t the deep evergreen scent he smelled. He smelled power-
And he craved it.
He continued in the cave, he didn’t need lights to know where he was going- his feet knew where to go- so he kept on walking- walking- walking and walking… and then-
He saw it in a distance, an unnatural glow at what looked like an alter made of stone. The alter was rusted red, and Dean can smell the ancient old blood that had spilled onto the rock- Dean waved his hand and the top rock flew off with ease revealing a hole in the ground under the alter. Dean bent down and reached in to bring up a black box.
Dean stood up from his position on the ground and held the box in his hands.
“Sneaking onto people is not a polite way of introducing yourself… it’s almost creepy- stalker like almost,” Dacey turned around to find a stranger looking at him.
“Who are you?”
“I am here to observe you,” the stranger said- his voice low, and soft, but stern and strong.
“That doesn’t answer who you are,”
“I do not have to answer to your kind,”
Dean looked at the stranger. On the outside it was just a regular man, rather haggard and quite lame looking- but Dean knew better. He saw a light emitting over the man’s head.
A halo?
“You are my master’s foe…” the man didn’t reply back. He simply looked at Dean, making Dean felt uneasy as the man’s… wait no the creature’s dark blue eyes stared on ward at Dean.
“And who is your master, Dean?”
Dean’s eyes shook open, with anger and with surprise.
“My name is Dacey, and the Dean you speak of is dead,” Dacey said with wrath in his voice, shaking with the new passionate fire burning in his heart- the want to destroy this being.
“Is he?” the blue eyed creature asked. The answer should have been simple for Dean to answer- but for some odd reason he was left staring at the creature.
“What… what are you?”
The creature came closer, making Dean take a step back just as precaution. The creature walked closer nonetheless and stopped a yard away from Dean, and even though the man he was wearing was haggard with his cheap cotton suit and tie- and his dirtied tan overcoat the halo light burned bright making everything about the man so… glorious- gracious- gorgeous…
“I am an angel of the Lord, my father,” The creature said. There was a silent moment before Dean started to laugh.
“There are no such things!”
“Why is it that you can exist and I cannot?” the creature asked, tilting his head slightly, his facial expressions showing slight confusion.
“Because if there was, then that means there are chances of good on earth, and there are no such thing,” Dacey spoke laughter still in his voice.
“But there are-“
“Lying is my job, oh angel of the lord,” Dacey mocked as he walked around the so called angel.
“What is it that this artifact is any of your business?” Dacey asked.
“It is not- that artifact does not affect my kind- “
“Then why are you here?” Dacey asked
The creature looks at him with no emotions reflecting off his eyes.
“To see if I did the right thing,” Dacey waited for the man to keep going- but anger quickly doubled his fire when the creature had vanished in a blink of an eye.
But it didn’t matter. No really anyways- his master would be pleased with his work- he had found the artifact she wanted- and when he did present the beautiful box to Lilith, she smiled and took Dean into her arms.
“Oh I knew you’d do so well, Deanie- I knew it! Didn’t I say so Alistair? Didn’t I?” Lilith beamed at Dean as she took the box and opened it and squealed with joy.
“It’s beautiful- just beautiful…” Lilith said as she took the beautiful glass bottle out of the box. It was no bigger than a beer bottle, but Lilith was right when she said it was beautiful. The bottle had a bluish glow when it hit the light and its metal casing of beautiful designs shined as the light hit the smooth edges of the metal.
“Now- I want you to take this Dean, and go back to hell-“Dean looked up at Lilith with fear in his eyes.
“Oh poor baby, I wont leave you down there- but once you go down there I want you to look for your soul,” Lilith said with a sweet smile, “you know, when you lost in hell at some point… and when you find it- put it in this bottle~” Lilith said as she cupped Dean’s face.
“Only then can you come back to me- Deanie… find your lost soul, place it in this bottle and come back- after that I will have a present ready for you,”
And with that Dean blinked, and found himself back in the pit.
But it wasn’t like the first time he came here- it wasn’t like it was before. The fear and the sadness he had felt the first time he entered hell was no longer stationed in his chest, instead he felt almost at peace.
The sounds of torture moved him into a smile.
Hell shook, welcoming Dean’s return.
Dean focused- remembering he had a mission to accomplish- find his soul, go back to his master.
‘And who is your master, Dean?’
The creature’s words echoed through his memory, but Dean ignore the imprint that the blue eyes had made in his mind- and go through hell searching for his lost soul.
It was 40 days of searching Dean found his soul- and returned to Earth. Dean scoffed at how almost biblical that sounded- but Dean came back to Lilith with his soul in a bottle. Lilith smiled at took the jar, and smiled at the dark beautiful green glow.
“So pretty- Deanie, your soul so pretty-“Lilith said with a smile, and then the bottle shrank into something like a charm. Lilith took a chain and placed it through the grooves of the bottle, and then placed the necklace around Dean’s neck. Dean became confused.
“This is how you show your loyalty to me, Dean- See if you get your soul back, you become human again,” Lilith said with seriousness.
“But you shall show me your loyalty to me as you keep your soul around your neck, and choose to stay by my side,” Dean looked at Lilith. Her new body is of a 9 year old red headed girl, with big hazel eyes. Dean thinks he’s seem something similar to that shade many times but he doesn’t quite recall.
“I am giving you free will, Dean- but when you choose to disobey me- when you choose to break that bottle and become human, out of my grasp- that is when you know… I will kill you,” Lilith said, her eyes staring deep into Dean.
“Never Master- I’d never let you down…” Dean said in a hurry, making sure he hadn’t disappointed his master; he threw himself down onto her lap.
“Never master! NEVER! You saved me master! I’d never leave your side!” Dean cried out, tears forming in his eyes- as Lilith cupped Dean’s face and shushed him gently.
“Good- and now that we have that in order, I think it’s time to meet an old friend of ours“Dean looked at Lilith, who sweetly smiled at him.
“His name is Sam, Dean, and I think he’d love to meet you,”
It had been 9 months since Dean Winchester died and had gone to hell.
It had been 4 months since Dean Winchester became a demon…
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