I DO NOT OWN AND OF THE CHARACTERS DEPICTED IN THE SUPERNATURAL TV SHOW. ANY OC (ASHLING/ETC.) BELONGS TO ME AND YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO USE HER WITHOUT PERMISSION.

Thank you and I hope you like. I want to thank my beta reader Hannah for helping me. She knows who she is and she is a lifesaver. I am a very slow writer so please be patient with me. Thank you. I am rating this M for later content as this will be a story not snippet.

Blackrock, Ireland: June 16th , 1995: Friday 11:00pm.

Dirt and gravel crunched beneath her flats. She was shaking. She was a scrawny pale little thing. Her hair pulled back into a pony tail. The wind whipped it about. She was knelt down in the center of the dirt and gravel road burring a small tin box she swiped from her mothers closet. Inside she placed a black cats bone, graveyard dirt, and her picture. She looked about nervously. She was afraid. She was standing out in the cold because of a stupid story she had heard at the pub where her mother worked. She wasn't supposed to be there, but her mother seldom came home on time and she often had to go remind her she had to feed her and her sister.

Some prat in the corner of the pub from school was weaving stories of demons who will grant you any wish you had in exchange for your soul and how they appeared as humans looking of what you desired to scare the young girls. She hadn't believed him at first. She was by no means a believer...of God...of anything. Not since her father...well...she let her thoughts drift off. Suddenly, someone cleared their throat behind her, she whirled around shocked to see a man standing there. He was older, slight weight to him, but handsome. Then he spoke. The accent of a Scotsman...great.

"Well hello, darling. What brings you out here to make a deal with the devil hmm?" His eyebrows were raised and a crooked grin stretched across his face.

She felt uneasy. She noticed the wind had stopped and it was like the world was holding its breath in his presence. She swallowed hard and stepped forward.
"I-I wanna make a deal. I want...I want a better life then what I have. Through dance. I want to be successful at dance!" She didn't want to show just how afraid she was of him.

She looked like a small candle against the night to the man. He looked her up and down. She couldn't be more then 16.

"Come now, love. What has you so keen on selling that soul of yours?"

"I-it is none of your concern," she replied coldly. "C-can you do it?"

"Of course I can," he scoffed. "I am king of the crossroads, love. You do know the price is your soul?" He glanced at her, eyes glinting in the dark.

"I do." She swallowed again. She was starting to shake.

"Alright, love. 10 years. You get 10 years before I collect on our deal. You get what you want and live out this dream of yours. Deal?" He grinned and she swore she saw his eyes flash red.

"10 years?" She thought hard

"Tick tock, love. I don't have all night. I'm a very busy man."

"I-it's a deal!" the girl nearly shouted. "What do I have to do?"

"I seal every deal with a kiss, love," the demon announced, his smirk only growing. "Just one little kiss."

He walked with an arrogant swagger and the girl felt her cheeks grow hot as he approached. She had never kissed anyone before. Especially someone of his...age...or a demon for that matter. She stepped forward. He was tall enough for her to need to be on her tip toes for she was short for her age.

He grinned down at her, and his hands cupped her cheeks as their lips touched. She tensed. He smelt of whiskey. When he released her, she was bright red as she watched as he stepped back.

"There. All done. See you in 10 years, love. Enjoy." Before she could say a word, he was gone.

She felt guilty almost. There was a feeling snaking its way up her spine, but she ignored it and left for home. Her mother might be stumbling in right about now anyways...