Chapter 1
Kurt's mother had just died mysteriously. His father told him it was a car crash. But Kurt knew better. It wasn't a car crash. He heard the hounds. His mother had warned him; she told him that when he heard the hounds barking, he had to leave her and run.
She told him he wouldn't see them, but he'd know they were there. He didn't want to run, because if he ran, who would be left to protect her? Sensing his hesitance, she was the one that ran. She gave him a hug and a kiss, and told him she loved him more than anything in the world. Before she left, she told him to take care of his father.
Elizabeth Hummel took one last look at her son and ran out the door. She wrenched open the car door, and drove away, leaving Kurt forever. Kurt stared after her with tears streaming down his face. He knew he'd never see her again.
But he always remembered her last wish.
Burt Hummel was making preparations for his wife's funeral when the doorbell rang.
When he opened the door, there was an FBI agent on the other side. He introduced himself as Samuel Dean and he wanted to talk about Kurt's mother.
"I don't understand," Burt said. "Since when does the FBI investigate car crashes?"
"We just want to be thorough." The man paused.
"Mr. Hummel, this wasn't a normal crash. There were bite marks consistent of an animal attack."
Burt winced. "The police said some sort of hound or something found her body before the police were on the scene; that it bit her."
The man tried again. "Your wife… she seemed like she was running away from something. Leaving your kid home alone like that…do you know what she was running from?"
"What the hell are you insinuating?" Burt hissed dangerously. The man realized his mistake. "Mr. Hummel, I meant no offence. Maybe I can talk to your son." The man glanced at Kurt. "He might know something."
Burt narrowed his eyes. "Have some fucking respect." Burt got louder with each word. "His mother just died. I don't know who you are, or if are who you say you are, but don't you ever bother my boy, or I'll fucking kill you."
The man never showed up at the house again. He came to Kurt's school, however.
"Hey kiddo." The man approached Kurt. Kurt was sitting away from the other kids at recess. They never wanted to play with him because they thought he was weird, especially after his mother died.
"My name is John Winchester." The man said. "I was married to your aunt, Mary. Your mom ever talk about her?"
Kurt nodded. His mother used to entertain him with stories of the days when her parents and sister were still alive. He'd always thought they were just stories. One day he found out they weren't.
"So are you one of them?" Kurt asked. "Are you a hunter too?"
John nodded. "Listen, I just want to help you. Your mother… she was attacked by something. Do you know you know what it was? Did you see anything?"
Kurt was silent for a moment, trying figure out whether or not he could trust this man. Then he told him what happened that day. He told him about the hounds he couldn't see, and how his mother drove away so that they wouldn't hurt him.
Kurt confirmed John's suspicions. John sighed. "I probably shouldn't be telling you this kid, those were hellhounds. They would've shown up only if your mother made a deal with a demon. Did she ever mention anything like that to you?"
Kurt shook his head. John frowned. Of course Kurt didn't know. Elizabeth wouldn't tell a child something like that. Besides, any deal she would have made would have been way before Kurt was born. "God, Elizabeth…why?" John muttered under his breath. What would be so important to give up her soul for?
Then a teacher spotted Kurt talking to the man, and John knew his time was cut short.
"Hey! You can't be here!" The teacher shouted, running over to them.
He handed his nephew a folded sheet of paper. "I have to go Kurt. But if you're ever in trouble, or if you see something strange, you call one those numbers." John pointed to the list of phone numbers on the list. With that, John left.
Kurt knew about his mother's journal. He wasn't allowed to look in it while his mother was still alive. But his mother wasn't around anymore. He didn't tell John that he knew what a crossroad demon was. One day, shortly before his mother had died, he had sneaked a peek inside the journal. His mother never mentioned what deal she made, but she alluded to the truth that she would die soon.
The journal was his now. Burt never knew about Elizabeth's secret life as a hunter. Kurt would continue to make sure he never found out. The grief from his wife's death was taking a toll on Burt. Kurt noticed, and he wondered if he would lose his father along with his mother.
Burt's health only got worse as each day wore on. Kurt knew that his father would die if he didn't do something soon.
So over the next month Kurt found out everything that he could on the crossroad demon. On a night when his father went to bed early, Kurt set out, taking along with him a picture of himself, a bone of a black cat that he dug out from the neighbor's backyard, and dirt from his mother's grave. He found a crossroads not too far from his house.
Kurt could only choose one parent to save. He could either, bring his mother back, and let Burt die, or save Burt's health, and leave his mother dead. He realized that if brought his mother back though, he would get a beating of a lifetime, so he went with his second option. This way his father would stay alive, and Kurt would one day join his mother.
Kurt would be able to fulfill his mother's last wish.
He waited at the crossroads.
"Well aren't you a young one." Kurt turned around and shivered. The demon was here. The demon inhabited a thin, red haired man. To most people this man seemed harmless. But with Kurt's experience with his mother, he knew that this man is probably the most dangerous thing he ever encountered. Suddenly Kurt's resolve was slipping.
The demon seemed to sense that, and its expression grew predatory.
"What is it I can do for you, Kurt?" Kurt's blood ran cold. The demon knew his name. How did he…
"How do I know your name? I know a lot of things about you, Kurt." The way the demon said his name made his skin crawl.
The demon cocked his head. "It wasn't so long ago since I saw your mother." Kurt's head snapped up.
"I can't bring her back, you know. Her soul is mine now." Kurt nodded. A part of him wanted to ask what his mother traded her soul for, but the other part of him thought it were best if he didn't know.
"I know. I don't want my mother." Kurt replied. "My father. I want my father to live. He has to stay alive." Kurt was careful to word the deal carefully, like his mother said in her journal.
The demon's grin widened. "I can't promise immortality, but your father will live a long time. Now we seal our deal…with a kiss." Kurt cringed. He knew this part was coming as much as he hated it. He told himself that a kiss was a small price to pay for his father's life. He shut his eyes.
He felt the demon's cold lips press onto his own. And then it was done.
"Ten years, Kurt. You have ten years, and then your soul belongs to Hell."
Kurt swallowed, and resigned himself to his fate that on June twenty-second, ten years later, he was sure to die.