"I'm right here you know." Dean said.
"Yeah, sure, your royal highness. You refused a burger earlier- you are not my brother." Sam said then looked over at Cas, "how do we reverse it?"
"Hey, this isn't a bad thing you peasant!" Dean said. Sam squinted his eyes at Dean then turned back to Cas.
"I don't know. The only thing I can think of to stop it is to cut off the source. But even then we'd still have to wait for it to wear off." Cas said.
"Come on, now I'm stronger, faster, and more cunning. I can defeat that demon." Dean said, "and elf blood is nowhere near as bad as demon blood."

Sam sighed angrily.
"He does have a point.." Cas said.
"I wouldn't be so sure. Elves are assholes who don't care about any other race. In fact, if everyone else went extinct they'd celebrate." Secret said. Dean frowned.
"That's not true! We need pigs and cows and sheep and-"
"You're an idiot. Shut up." Sam said, quite agitated. The expression on Dean's face was like if someone had just insulted his great ancestors. Sam looked at Secret.
"Don't you dare let him drink any more." He said. Secret nodded.
"I'll try my best."

Secret grinned at the highly intoxicated human who was making a bet with him. The human easily lost about $500. Dean was sitting in the corner, sipping something creamy, away from the disgusting humans. Sam and Cas were sipping beers, trying to think of someone who might know how to fix Dean. Little did they know someone slid into the booth with Dean.

"Hello, Dean." He said. Deans eyes widened.
"An angel." He breathed out.
"Yes, Dean, it's me. Gabriel. I hope you remember me."
"Oh, yes, of course! I could never forget you!" Dean said. Gabriel grinned.
"Good. Now, Dean, you're loyal to me, right?" He said. Dean nodded.
"So, can you do me a little favor?"