Soul 4 Sale

by Clarinet98

Always ready to put his head on the chopping block, always thinking so little of himself that he would throw himself of a train for nothing, Dean was willing to sell his very soul. Based on "Soul 4 Sale" by Simon Curtis, not technically a sonfic. IMPLIED WINCEST! Takes place right after season 3 kicks off.

"Sign on the line
Make a deal with the devil
Make a deal with the devil in blood

Sign on the line
Make a deal with the devil
Make a deal with the devil in blood"

Soul 4 Sale ~ Simon Curtis

It was all Dean ever wanted, wasn't it? To waste himself. Every chance he had to end it all, he jumped like a rabid dog. Run into a vampire nest, no plan of attack? He was at the front lines. Tell little Sammy to stay back and let big brother handle it- he was less valuable, wasn't he? It wasn't about self-worth, really, the way he saw it- egotistical, big-headed, full of himself, or at least that's how he acted. He simply didn't care. So what if he died? So. Fucking. What.

He didn't hate life, he didn't hate himself- he was neutral in a rut of a position. So when the chance arose to bargain with the bitch of a demon that popped up at the crossroads when called? Oh, he wanted to save Sam, to bring him back. That was his little brother. His life. Someone he loved more than he'd ever loved anyone or anything else on this planet. Even more than he loved pie.

If you give a child money, it burns a hole in their pocket until they can get rid of it. Blow it, on anything. Candy, toys, anything they can get to first. Dean held a similar concept with something much more precious. He didn't have money, didn't have three magical wishes, didn't have anything petty to blow. He wanted Sam back. The only family he had left, the only one he ever really loved. He would give anything to get his baby brother back, and he knew just what he had to give.

He had a soul for sale.