The four Horsemen are not just people with fancy rings. They aren’t even demons with fancy rings. They are another species entirely, a force unto themselves, and Lucifer is kidding himself if he thinks that they are at his beck and call. They are separate. They are neutral. Dean Winchester is not built like them.
Why You Should Read This:
I initially experienced this fic through the wonders of podfic. It was an incredible way to hear the absolute trauma of Dean’s transformation, and I adored every moment. This is a gruesome fic, and the author stands behind it, saying: “Stand by for copious gore, transformation, blasphemously inaccurate appropriation of Revelations and Lovecraftian horrors, oh my! I like my Apocalypse like I like my coffee—dark, and filtered with the blood of my enemies. Yes. Okay.” The intricacies of this tale really cannot be summed up here, but I do encourage you to go read. Or listen.