Dean, now a demon, prowled the bunker’s dimly lit corridors. His eyes, once warm, glowed with malevolence. Y/N and Sam locked him up, their hearts heavy. They needed a way to break the demonic bond.

Y/N delved into ancient texts, her fingers trembling. She found a ritual—a chance to restore Dean’s humanity. But it came with risks. Dean’s rage simmered, and his coughs turned bloody.

Crowley, ever pragmatic, explained the consequences. “The more you kill, the better you feel,” he told Dean