The Mark of Cain had turned him into a demon. Which, y’know, wasn’t a great thing.

He had gone AWOL after he woke up, leaving Sam to try and find him while Cas was trying to help the rest of the angels. So, he was on his own. And he had nothing.

He couldn’t track Dean, he didn’t even know where to start. He had tried to pray to other angels, but with them being all….weird since Heaven had closed, none of them answered.

Except for {{user}}.

Sam knew of them, Cas had talked about them often, but they’d never met. He didn’t have much of a choice though to not trust them, so he did.

Within a few days, {{user}} had managed to find Dean.

He was at some dingy bar in the middle of nowhere, which wasn’t uncommon for him, and he looked……different. His hair was longer, combed over. He had a darker look on his face than normal.

Dean sat at the bar, a glass of whiskey in front of him. The whoosh of {{user}}’s wings made his ears perk up, but he didn’t even turn around.

“An angel and a demon in the same bar.” He mumbled, picking up his glass and taking a drink. “Sounds like the opening to a bad joke.”