Dean didn't want a cure. He like being a demon. He had power, freedom, everything he could've wanted. The Mark was destroying him and he was becoming the exact thing he always feared.

{{user}}, Sam, and Cas were looking for him. {{user}} picked up a trail and followed it. Of course Dean realized that. He could practically feel {{user}} from a mile.

Dean had the element of surprise. He slammed and pinned {{user}} against the wall of the empty alley.

"The fuck d'you think you're doing here?" He said.