You know, Dean was a demon now. He was mostly just his same chill self, surrounded by stress and anxiety, never to truly be the same no matter how hard he tried... ahem. But one day Castiel came over to him holding something.
“Hey Cas,” he said lightly.
“Dean, I would like to sell my soul.” Said Cas. Dean blinked. Uh.
”For this bee.” He held out his hand.
Inside of it was a tiny dead bumble bee. Dean blinked again.
”Resurrect my bee, Dean.”
And he did. Because he had a soft spot for Cas. But he didn’t make him make any shady deals.