Genres: angst, drama, humor, hurt/comfort.
Warning: dark bits placed through out.
Chapters: (1/?)
Word count: 1323
On with the show
They knew they were being followed and it had been going on for weeks now. But they had never been able to figure out who or what it had been stalking them. Years of practice told them when they were no longer the hunters but the hunted and this one was no different but when they couldn't find what had been following them they pushed it to the back of their minds.
Sitting in a random diner Sam and Dean Winchester sat eating dinner if you could call it that when she walked in. She being a young woman with black soft curled hair, blue eyes, wearing jeans, a black t-shirt and hunter green plaid shirt over that while wearing a bomber jacket. She walked right up to the table and stood there looking between the two before addressing them.
"You two Sam and Dean Winchester?" were the first words out her mouth. Both men tensed up as they looked at the woman before them.
"Depends whose asking." Dean stated.
"My name is Athena "Anya" Carter I need your help." She looked between the two.
Sam and Dean looked at each other then back to Athena. Turning to each other again they had one of those silent conversations that brothers sometimes have. "What's the problem?" Sam the younger of the two asked.
"I need help breaking a deal." She said.
Dean looked at his brother and stood dropping a few bills down on the table. "I don't know what you think we do but we don't do that kind of business unless there's another pair of brothers out there named Sam and Dean Winchester. Come on." Sam grabbed his jacket and followed his brother.
"Wait." Anya followed after them.
"Look sweetheart we can't help you." Dean told her.
"I know exactly what you do Winchester and you're the only one who can possibly help me." They all stood in the light of the poorly light parking lot in the damp air.
"You're a hunter." The look that passed over their faces was one of shock. "Yeah. I've been tracking you for a few weeks now. I know what you do, demons, werewolves, and wendigos, all of it. I need help breaking a deal with a crossroads demon before I lose my soul."
"Let me guess you sold your soul for some pretty boy about to lose his life and you sold your soul to help him and then instead of you he picked someone else and left you behind?" Dean made a move for the Impala Anya stepped between him and the car.
"I didn't sell my soul someone else did."
"What?" Sam's features adopted a confused look as he watched his brother's next move.
"Yeah, someone else sold my soul and I want to break the deal." Anya looked between the two.
"Alright follow us." Dean stepped around Athena as she moved toward her own ride across the parking lot. Sam and Dean got in the car watching as she went. The engine came to life and Dean brought his ride to life as well pulling out of the parking lot they were quickly followed by Anya.
"What are we doing?" Sam asked.
"Isn't it obvious College Boy we're helping her out or going to try?" Dean looked into the rearview mirror.
"Okay I admit her case has supernatural written on it but how are we going to help her? Okay we got out of a deal or two big whoop. But her soul has been promised since she was born." Sam pointed out.
"I didn't even know it was possible for you to sell a soul other than your own." Dean retorted.
After a good half hour of driving they came to the motel they were crashing in Athena not far behind parking along side them. In silence they walked up the flight of stairs to the second level. One by one walking to the cheap motel room that smelled of musk and dust. Dean sat on the corner of the bed throwing off his jacket, Sam walked over to the mini fridge pulling out three beers handing one to Dean before taking a seat and offering one to Anya.
"So why don't you start from the beginning." Sam stated.
"I found out a year and a half ago that my soul keeping days are up on my twenty first birthday. I've been doing research like hell trying to find information but every time nothing. I summoned a few demons they all laughed. But as I was traveling I found out that not just demons are real but other things."
"Makes you look at horror flicks differently don't it?" Dean asked with a smirk throwing back his beer.
"I've been hunting since then looking for any information that I could and I finally got one demon to talk said the only one's to ever break deals with crossroads demons were Sam and Dean Winchester. So I started looking for you. I found you in Allentown bout six weeks ago been following you since making sure I had the right people."
"How'd you find out about your soul?" Sam questioned.
"A demon processed my boss at work. Those black eyes were the give off not to mention when I tried to defend myself I stabbed him in the chest and he didn't flinch just kept smiling and taunting me saying that once my soul got to hell they were going to have a good old time with it. That I'd spend eternity there. Then he said my father had made a good deal when he gave up my soul instead of his own." Athena explained further.
"Wait your father?" both Winchesters said in unison.
"Yeah, my father sold my soul for my older brother. I have but 123 days left before my next birthday. At midnight I'm theirs and I don't want to go. I didn't make this deal why should I have to die because he who will not be named had to be a freaking prick? You two are the only hope I have before it's to late. June 28 is my last day." Anya looked at both the boys with pleading begging eyes.
Sam and Dean shared another one of their looks before turning back to her. "We'll help you. But we need to get more detail into this. We'll leave out tomorrow morning a lot?" Dean stood.
Anya nodded as she stood up but as she turned to the door she stopped a look of horror coming across her face. To the boys it was nothing but some really ugly carpet and a normal crappy looking door.
What Athena saw was different.
Bodies in piles and covered with blood. Reaching out for her knowing she was next and souls pushing her closer. They were waiting for her and getting inpatient. They were coming for her they had a grip on her heart and were squeezing it like a grape. They wanted her to give in make the deal settle early. They knew what they were doing. The blood, flames, darkness it all loomed around her closing in.
Anya shook her head as if waking from a dream and trying to wake herself up. "Good night." Anya left the room leaving both men staring at the door.
"Sam?"
"Yeah I saw it."
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"Bobby we'll be heading to your place first thing in the morning get the guest room ready we're bringing someone with us." Dean told the old hunter.
Bobby was like a second father to the boys and he was always there to help when they needed it. When the boys needed a place to call home they were always welcome at his place with open arms. Bobby was always glad to see them.
But whom were they bringing with them? Why were they coming? And how much hell were they going to kick up?
