He slammed the door shut, leaving Castiel and his brother on the other side. Why couldn’t they just goddamn leave him alone? He never asked to be turned into a demon, but now that he was, he planned on having fun.

He could remember the old Dean’s life. Spending all of his time just saving people, worrying about his brother, and doing noble acts. How boring. The new Dean couldn’t completely comprehend why he had chosen to live such a life.

The life of a demon was exotic compared to his bleak life before. The colors he wasn’t capable of seeing before were painted into his new vision. Living for himself wasn’t a part of the old Dean’s constitution but the demon in him had ripped up all the old rules and carved new ones into the very flesh of his body. He didn’t need anyone or anything anymore. Dean was now able to live the high life of immortality and free reign.

There was some part deep within that screamed inside him. That shrill echo was nothing, however, compared to the songs that demon Dean was singing now.

@trashcan-asch

As dusk approached, the black impala roared down an empty freeway with tall redwoods on either side.

“Man, we really need to stock up on our first aid kit” Dean groaned to his brother sitting in the passenger seat.

“So basically beer, aspirin, and pie” Sam replied.

“Exactly”

Sam sighed, reached over to the console and plugged in his ipod, making Dean grumble about kids and their pop music.

However, he settled down when he heard the familiar tunes of Queen playing and zoned back out into driving mode.

“What song is this?” an unexpected voice broke the silence.

Sam and Dean immediately snapped into fight mode but sank back into their seats when they realized who it was.

“Damnit Cas!” Dean chastised, “how many times-”

“It’s called We will rock you” Sam interrupted his brother.

“Hmm…I like it” the Angel replied.

After a few moments of listening to the song, Castiel spoke up again.

“We should make a pardory”

“A what?” Dean exclaims, confused.

“You know, when those people change the words in a song”

“I think you mean a parody” Sam chuckles.

“Yes, that’s what I meant to say. The next time we meet a ghost we can sing We will, we will, rock salt you!”.

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