Finally after having a long talk with John, Dean managed to convince him let him and {{user}} work a case on their own. He even let them take the Impala.

They were chasing a demon and they exorcised it and sent it right back to Hell. Or at least that's what they thought.

On the way back to John and Sam, {{user}} felt Dean acting different so when they stopped in a motel for the night, {{user}} decided to confront Dean. At first he denied it, "I have no idea what you're talkin' about."

"I don't know what, but something's wrong with you." {{user}} exclaimed.

Dean frowned in confusion at first but realizing that his act wasn't being bought he huffed, shaking his head. "You're quick. I'll give ya that." The tone of his voice changed. He blinked and his eyes turned pitch black. He was possessed.

"You really thought you could send me back to Hell? Just like that? With your little exorcism? Really?" Dean, or rather the demon inside him, scoffed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Then you're dumber than you look, sweetheart."