Authors notes: Hey guys, this crossover is just a little experiment and an idea I had to get down. I hope you like it and reviews would be much appreciated.

Summary: Tired of what his 'children' are doing the Devil chooses to offer Dean a second Deal, an offer of employment within the underworld that would require him to be his bounty hunter. Taking it, he does not understand the full extent of his curse until he begins to change in more ways than one. He has become the latest lost soul to be known as the Ghost rider, a spirit of vengeance and judgement.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Ghost rider, and am merely writing this story for fun.

Chapter one: A deal is made

Dean's hands shook through concealed nerves as he gripped the edge of the sink and stared into the mirror. The steam from the shower distorting his features, making him look fainter than he already was, and bringing closer the reality that was to come. They had a month left before his debt would become due and even though he would never admit it, was afraid to hear the day when the howls of the hell hounds cut through the night like a knife. He had tried to remain strong, vacant of any emotions that weren't his usual, but as the days counted down he could tell Sam knew he was afraid.

''I'm so freakin screwed'' Being whispered as he pushed away from the sink, though maintained his eye contact with the foggy glass. Raising a hand he wiped it away revealing a clear reflection before the elder Winchester swallowed down his rising fear like he did every day. He wasn't going to waste his last month wallowing like some kid who couldn't tell the boogieman from someone in a Halloween mask and was gonna die with some dignity. Dean Winchester didn't go lying down.

Turning on his heel, he proceeded to leave the clammy bathroom only to be stopped short by another figure sharing the small space with him. His hazel eyes raising hesitantly to meet those of an older man, lavishly dressed with a cane grasped tightly in his claw like hand.

''Son of a….'' Dean cursed as he stumbled back, colliding with the sink again before he luckily found his balance. The old man seeming to find amusement in his clumsy actions, as he pressed his cane forcefully into tiled floor

''I sure hope your steadier than that when I need you…can't have you falling down on the job'' he said, the edges of the old mans mouth turning further up into a wicked grin while his cruel eyes bore into Deans.

Dean wasn't sure what to do, his hand reaching for a gun that wasn't there and touching nothing but the damp denim of his jeans. Part of him wanted to call Sam, and get his brother in there but the other part of him knew power when he saw it and wasn't gonna get anyone hurt. ''What do you want?'' being asked instead, his tone falling from his lips defensively.

''I want you Dean…..'' The old man said, his eyes flashing a deadly gold.

''I'm sorry buddy but I don't swing that way'' Dean said with a confused frown, suddenly more afraid of being locked in a bathroom with an old geezer that had expensive taste.

''Of course you don't..your a ladies man, like myself. What I meant was that I require your services'' He replied, chuckling lightly as he reached for the rim of his red velvet jacket and pulled out a scroll. ''I understand that your already in debt to someone else…someone that had no right and no privilege to grant you what she did'' he said as he handed over the small scroll. ''Now I am offering a counter deal…one that will stop that slow agonising death a month from now and will also leave your brother breathing..''

''What kind of Deal?'' Dean choked out as he slowly took the scroll, turning it over in his hands a few times before he returned his attention to the stranger.

''Believe it or not I like hell where it is….in hell. I didn't grant permission for my children to run rampant and create chaos..they just continue to do it behind my back. Little sods'' The old man said in distain. ''My job is to make sure that there is an equal balance within everything…keep the evil where it belongs, look after it so to speak and right now everything seems to have gone to pot. I need someone to help clean up the slack..and you my boy are perfect''

''Who the hell are you?'' This was getting weirder by the second. The guy was speaking as though he was someone important, very important though by the looks of him it wasn't on the good side.

''I go by many names..The devil, Lucifer…but what you call me is not important only that you heed to the call'' nodding to the scroll he gestured for Dean to open it, which the boy slowly did. ''You'll still be doing the job you are now, only with a few extra perks..And when I say jump you ask how high, it's as simple as that. Other than that your life will be normal and you can carry on your little road trip''

''What do I have to do?'' Dean asked as he continued sliding the scroll up, flinching as he sliced his thumb on something sharp and a simple drop of crimson fell upon the aged scroll paper.

''That…'' The devil said with a pleased smirk as he pulled the scroll from Deans grasp and slipped it back inside his jacket. ''Welcome to the team son, I'll be seeing you soon'' was added with a further grin, before he paused. ''Oh!..I almost forgot something….'' Reaching out, the Devil pressed his palm to Deans chest and almost instantly an agonising cry fell from his mouth. It felt like he was being burned from the inside out and just as quickly as it came it was gone and the old man was nowhere in sight.

Instead, stood a confused and scared looking Sam lingering by the doorway. ''Dean?'' he asked as he headed further into the bathroom. ''you ok man?''

''I dunno…'' Being Deans dazed response as he rose his gaze to meet his brother, underlying questions resting beneath the surface of both their expressions. Little did they know that one hell of a journey was about to begin and neither of them were to be prepared for what was to come.