Summary: Takes place in season 3. Sam makes a deal with a crossroads demon to trade places with Dean in hell. Rated T for torture in later scenes.

Authors note: Nope, don't own them.

Sam swayed from left to right. He was drunk, of course he was. His brother was just sent to hell and well, he wasn't handling it all that well.

Sam covered the dirt over the small wooden box that held his i.d, some graveyard dirt, and a black cat bone.

"Come on! Where the hell are you?" Sam yelled, swinging the alcohol bottle that was gripped loosely in his hand.

"I was wondering whether to come or not. I mean, you shot one of my co-workers. Don't take this the wrong way, Sam, but you don't look so hot, buddy. I guess burying your brother didn't agree with you." The crossroads demon sneered.

"Well?"

"Well, let's see that special little knife of yours first." The demon said, taking a step forward.

Sam slammed the knife on an outdoor table near an abandoned shop that looked to be vacant for at least a few years now. The wood was warping around the small building and windows were shattered, probably when some teenagers wanted to have a little fun.

"No devil's traps, either. I'm not here to play games." Sam said, his hand resting near the dagger.

"Well, let me guess. You want to make a deal. And 'round and 'round the Winchesters go."

Sam sighed and without warning he planted the knife into the demons hand, causing it to brighten under his skin.

"I don't want ten years. I don't want one year. I don't want candy! I want to trade places with Dean."

"Wow, you Winchesters really do care about each other, more than anything I presume." The demon let out a evil laugh as he pulled the knife out of his hand.

"Just take me! It's a fair trade."

There was a long moment of silence and Sam's body was beginning to fill with rage. If this demon said no, he would just kill it and summon another one. He just wanted his brother out of there and he didn't care what it took.

"Ahh fine, but you know Sammy, your brother wont be very happy once he realizes what you've done."

Sam let out a sigh of relief. Finally, he was going to free his brother. He didn't care if that meant him rotting in hell for eternity. This was his brother he was talking about.

"I- I don't care." Sam slurred. "I just want my brother to be okay."

"Very well." The demon said, pacing the small lot they occupied.

"So shall we seal the deal?" Sam asked stepping towards the small petite woman. It was really sad, that there was a girl in there; just trapped, but he couldn't do anything about it. He had to get his brother out of there.

"You're going to regret this dear." She smiled stepping forward.

Her lips found Sam's, and with that they began to seal the deal.

She escaped the tender touch of Sam and looked him in the eyes. Her smile almost seemed to sadden, maybe somewhere in that crazy messed up demon head of hers she had feelings.

"So how does this wo-" Sam couldn't finish his sentence before a bright light appeared around him. It felt warm, maybe a little too warm. Gosh, he couldnt believe this was happening. He was going to spend eternity in hell, but he didn't care. He'd do anything for his brother.

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Flashes appeared behind Deans eyelids.

He was being tortured, his body hung apart by hooks. "Sam." He yelled.

Blood covered his body, dripping aimlessly to the bottomless pit below him.

SPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPN

"Help." Deans voice was hoarse. "Help! Help!" He repeated trying to get air into his lungs. He was confused mostly because this didn't feel like hell. There was no pain, it was just silent and cold. Very cold.

Dean flicked on the lighter that he had in his ripped jean pocket. It surprised him that it was still there and hadn't fallen out.

Moving it around the small space he was in, he realized where he was. Underground. His light traveled above him where a wooden board met his gaze. He began to kick desperately at it.

Dirt found its way through to the board and pushed its way to Dean. He dropped his lighter as all of it went dark.
The dirt filled his lungs as Deans body followed upward. He hoped he wasn't far because he didn't know how much longer he could hold his breath.

Air. Man, did it feel amazing. Dean gathered the air around him and pushed himself out of the small hole he was captured in.

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"Wake up kid, I don't want you to miss all the fun we have planned. It would be such a pity if you slept through it all."

Sam's body jerked awake. Taking around his surroundings he came to terms that he was in some sort of cage. In fact, other cages surrounded him. Screaming victims rang in his ear, but all he could think of was his brother being alright. He hoped the demon didn't lie to him. He hoped that Dean was free.

"Get up!"

He felt a warm fist collide with his cheek as he let out a whimper.

"Oh you think thats bad, trust me. Thats nothing compared to what we have in store for you."

"We?" Sam asked anxiously, gripping his face.

Another man stepped in the cage just seconds after Sam asked the question.

"Yes we. What, did you think that deal you made was going to give you less torture than everyone else? Wrong. Oh gosh, how rude of me I should probably introduce myself. Im Lucifer and I believe we're going to be great friends."

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So that's it :) I hope its alright. Sorry for any grammatical and punctuality mistakes.
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