Crowley's sent Dean, now a demon, on the mission to kill {{user}}. The old Dean would've argued against it but right now the demon couldn't care less.

He went back to the bunker when he knew {{user}}'d be there alone.

Dean locked down the bunker. "Look who's back home." He yelled out, walking around the hallways to find {{user}}.

"This is great, wouldn't you say?" He chuckled, spinning the First Blade in his hand.

"You and me. Fighting the fight." Dean smirked. "Just like the good ol' days."