No Exit

[Dean Winchester]

Dean wasn't sure how long he had stood there, seething as the rage built inside of him at what those jack asses had done to him. It was bad enough to bury someone alive, but to steal his ride, too?

That was just unforgivable.

The more the demon thought about it, the more pissed off he got. The more pissed off he got the more the mark of Cain started to burn, as if the rage it brought on was spreading through his veins. Almost instinctively Dean took hold of the First Blade and all of the anger he was feeling rushed into the weapon as it burst into black and red flames.

As this happened Dean's eyes locked with another's, or at least the sunglasses this oddly dressed man was wearing. Without saying a word Dean started to walk forward for a few seconds before breaking out into a mad dash towards this stranger. The man might have had time to get away if Dean hadn't used some of his remaining energy to burst forward and grab him by the shirt.

“Who are you?” he growled at the stranger, the First Blade inching closer to the man's throat, probably digging in a little more than was necessary. “Where the hell is my car?!”

The stranger's mouth moved but no words were coming out of it, which caused Dean to force the First Blade closer to let the man feel the heat of the flames a bit more.

“Answers. Now!” he demanded in a growl, to which the stranger took a deep breath before letting out a sigh.

“Whoa there friend, I think you need to slow down!” the stranger exclaimed hurriedly, holding up his hands and giving Dean a nervous smile. “I do not know where your vehicle is, but as to who I am, that's simple! The name's Anthony J. Crowley, but my.... 'friends' just call me Crowley. At your service!”

“Crowley? Wait, wasn't your name Fergus or some shit like that?” Dean tilted his head to the side slightly and lowered the First Blade as the flames that surrounded it died down. “This a new meat suit? I liked the old one better.”

“Er, no. What? No, I think you are a bit confused, pal.” The fake Crowley said to him before flashing what Dean would guess was his best 'don't kill me, please and thank you' smile. “You must be thinking of someone else. I'm the Serpent of Eden. Formerly of hell and now current resident of whatever this place is! Trust me, my name is not, nor will it ever be, Fergus.”

The supposed 'Serpent of Eden' frowned upon saying that name, as if he couldn't quite believe it was truly something anyone would willingly let themselves be called.

“Dean Winchester, former hunter and current Knight of Hell.” Dean watched the other demon's face intently, but after seeing no sign of recognition on it, he sighed. “And seeing as how you are not freaking out over it, I am guessing we come from different universes or some shit like that.”

Dean thought it over a bit and then let out a slight chuckle. Two universes and two different Crowleys, how many of them were out there? As he thought this, Dean looked over this Crowley's shoulder and pointed at the car behind him with the First Blade.

“That car over there, huh, is that a Bentley?” Looking at the man Dean couldn't help but smile in appreciation. “That your ride?”

Crowley nodded his answer to which Dean dragged him through the shack by his shirt and to the other side where the tracks of the truck that had dragged off his Impala were.

“Think you could follow that?” he asked before continuing. “They are deep enough so hopefully they will last barring any freak wind storms or whatever.”

“Of course,” Crowley said to him before tilting his head to the side and scratching at his chin, “But I don't see what any of this has to do with me?”

Dean gave the new demon his best 'this is meant to be reassuring but is anything but' grins and let go of Crowley's clothing before giving him a hearty thump on the shoulder.

“It has everything to do with you as you are my new 'best friend' and ride. We are going to hunt these fuckers down.” After saying this Dean leaned in close as his eyes went pure black. “It is either that or I kill you right here and now.”