A/N: This story takes place in a universe where Clark, Lex, Sam and Dean have met. I will be writing a prequel on how that happened eventually! :)
It is set between Crossroad Blues and Croatoan in Supernatural and Phoenix and Extinction in Smallville.

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Lex Luthor had gotten used to the long Smallville roads with the adjacent corn fields over the couple years he'd lived there. At this time of night, Lex couldn't see the corn next to him and he honestly didn't care either way. Corn was corn and it didn't get any more interesting gazing at the five hundredth time. Lex likely had been down this road five hundred times, as it was his usual route back to the mansion. There was a crossroads he would approach in a moment, where he would then turn left and continue on his way. Lex had a hectic day and wanted nothing more than to just get a chance to relax.

He had no idea what was going to happen before he got that chance.

Lex got to the crossroads at the moment he predicted he would. He hadn't however expected there would be a figure standing in the middle. He slammed his foot on the breaks of his car, which he had been driving extremely fast on the abandoned road. The figure turned to look at Lex. He was a boy in his late teens with messy blonde hair and wild eyes. He was holding a knife unlike one that Lex had seen before. It was bright green like the meteor rocks, making the billionaire assume that was what it was created from. The boy glanced down at the ground where another boy was on his knees breathing heavily. Lex had overlooked this boy before, but viewed him now.

When he realized who it was, a strong feeling of protectiveness coursed through his body. The boy on the ground was Clark Kent. It was the boy who was the closest and only friend Lex had ever had. But he was more than just that. Clark was like a little brother to Lex and the one thing keeping the darkness deep inside his heart at bay. If this psychopath was threatening Clark there would be consequences; and Luthor consequences were more than just terrible.

Lex stopped his car and stepped out onto the crossroads, making sure that he had a gun in his pocket before approaching.

"What's going on here?" He questioned.

Clark hadn't seemed to notice Lex before and the boy's head turned towards the billionaire after hearing his voice. "Lex?"

"Ahh, Lex Luthor. So nice of you to show up, I've been waiting for you." The teen with the knife said.

Lex started taking slow, cautious steps toward the psycho and Clark. "I don't live in the middle of the road. We could have just arranged a meeting at the mansion."

The boy snorted. "Don't you think I tried that? I couldn't get hold of you Luthor; and desperate times call for desperate measures."

Lex walked in between the boy and Clark, hoping to protect his friend from the psycho and his weapon. Clark had staggered to his feet but looked sick and was staring very uneasily at the meteor rock knife.

The boy looked Lex straight in the eyes. "What happened to Frederic Gullton?"

For a moment Lex had no idea who that was. Then he remembered the police questioning months ago. "I was in Metropolis when Mr. Gullton disappeared."

The boy exploded with anger. "The perfect cover for what you did! Frederic was last seen at his workplace, Luthorcorp Fertilizer Plant No.3. That leaves a lot of questions for you, doesn't it Lex? What did you do with Frederic?"

"I don't know why you assume that his disappearance is my doing, but I can assure you I have no idea what happened." Lex said calmly.

"He was my dad!" The boy yelled. "What did you do with my dad? Tell me the truth!"

With that statement, Lex knew what to say next, "When people disappear the ones left behind are left to fend for themselves. They sometimes get a little delusional because of how desperate they are to get the person they love back. I don't have the answers you're looking for."

Gullton rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure, make me sound crazy. I am not delusional! I saw him! I saw my dad a couple weeks ago in a Metropolis crowd, being escorted by other Luthorcorp employees. I lost sight of him, but… I know what I saw."

There were two explanations here: Frederic Gullton's son really was delusional or he was right and questioning the wrong Luthor.

"Have you considered questioning my father about this?" Lex asked, looking back to Gullton.

"You think Lionel did this?" Clark questioned. He was looking at Lex now and still seemed weak. Lex wondered what had happened to Clark and hoped that his friend wouldn't get any worse.

Lex looked Clark in the eyes and knew the boy understood his thoughts. Lex didn't know whether or not Lionel was really behind this, but seeing their current situation, it would be wisest to go with that explanation.

Gullton seemed to hesitate for a moment then his eyes widened with realization. "You think you can shift the blame? I know it was you!"

That hadn't been the realization Lex was hoping for. "Do you have any proof of this accusation?"

An evil smirk formed on Gullton's lips. "I have all the proof I need."

Lex was about to say something else when Gullton caught him off guard by swiping his knife across the billionaire's face. Lex tried not to react to the pain that had erupted on his cheek, because he would never give this boy the satisfaction. Instead he stood quiet for a moment before pulling out his gun. Clark was a couple feet to Lex's left now, looking slightly sicker now. He was staring at Lex with a bit of concern in his expression.

"You're going to know how it feels... To lose the person you care for most." Gullton said slowly, making sure his threat sank in.

Lex didn't take kindly to threats; he lowered the gun to Gullton's legs and pulled the trigger. To his surprise there was no loud blast. The gun seemed to be jammed, which didn't ever happen with his guns. He let his surprise get the better of him for a moment, which was probably the biggest mistake he had ever made.

In Lex's distraction Gullton jabbed his meteor rock knife into the billionaire's leg. Lex gasped in pain, not able to help it as he was stabbed. Gullton pulled out the knife as Lex fell to the ground. Gullton looked as if he was going to use the knife against Lex again, but Clark threw a punch against him before he had the chance. Although Gullton was hit, he already had a more powerful weapon against Clark.

Clark Kent was stabbed right through his stomach with Gullton's meteor rock knife.

"NO! CLARK!" Lex screamed, never before hearing such panic and despair in his own voice. Clark collapsed on his knees next to Lex and the billionaire felt like his whole world was crashing down around him. Clark was the only person in his life he truly needed. He was the person that helped him from turning into his father. He was his brother and he couldn't die like this!

Anger boiled up in Lex as he turned back to Gullton, holding his gun out like it wasn't jammed. When Lex looked in his direction however, the boy was gone as if he had disappeared in thin air. In almost any other situation Lex would have been confused and try to understand what happened. But this wasn't any other situation and he was relieved that Gullton was out of the way for now.

Lex, who pushed down any pain in his own leg, crawled a couple feet so he could be sitting in front of Clark. He immediately pulled out the knife in Clark's stomach, which was not only just made of meteor rock, but coated with green dust. Lex tossed the weapon as far as he could to his right. He then gripped onto Clark's shoulders to keep him sitting up and tried to look into the teenager's half-closed eyes. He moved one hand and touched Clark's wound, and when he looked at his hand it was covered in blood.

"Clark? Clark, you can't die." Lex begged, hating how helpless and broken he felt at the moment. Tears were forming in his eyes.

Clark seemed to hear what Lex was saying but didn't look able to respond. His eyes shut a little bit more, which wasn't a good sign to say the least. Lex took out his phone, which in the moment he had forgotten about. When he turned it on however it shut right back down due to a low battery. Could it have picked a worse time to need to be recharged?

"Clark…" Lex said desperately, like saying his name again might fix everything. Of course that was just a childish thought as it did absolutely nothing to help the current situation. He noticed that Clark had gotten limper. "Clark!"

Lex checked for a pulse and his blood ran cold. The whole universe seemed to stop at that moment. If the world were to end, Lex Luthor wouldn't have even noticed. What was left for him here anyways? Clark Kent was dead and it was Lex's fault.

Then Lex did something he hardly ever did; he started to cry. He couldn't help but let the tears stream down his face for the loss of his best friend. Lionel Luthor's voice scolded Lex in his mind, telling him that Luthors don't cry. But at this point he didn't care. Why not let the whole world see him in this time of weakness, bawling as he gripped onto his dead best friend's shoulders? It didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was that the person Lex cared about the most was dead in the middle of these crossroads.

"Clark…" Lex choked out again.

"Pity when people die isn't it?" An annoying, high-pitched female voice asked. "Looks like you were lucky that your friend died at this particular place."

Lex looked behind him to see a woman in a short black dress and long, wavy, dark hair looking at him expectantly. What was she doing here?

"What exactly are you doing out here in the middle of the night?" Lex questioned, his voice sounding less confident than it usually did.

She smiled mischievously and simply answered, "Doing my job."

Her eyes turned bright red, and then switched back to their normal colour in a couple of seconds.

Lex what this creature was and what she was trying to do. A couple weeks ago he had gotten a text message from Dean Winchester. Dean and his brother Sam were hunters of the paranormal, which Lex wouldn't have believed if he hadn't come face to face with black-eyed creatures himself. But the story on how he'd met the Winchesters wasn't important right now. The text Dean sent was a warning not to make "deals" with red-eyed demons at a crossroad, no matter how good they sounded. Lex had hoped that wasn't a real thing at the time, but now that he seemed to be face-to-face with one of them, there was no room left to hope for the situation to be fiction.

Lex hadn't grown up as a hunter like the Winchesters, but he knew the logical thing was to ignore the demon's offers. And if he was in any other situation he would have…

"Can you resurrect Clark?" Lex asked despite all the logic arguing not to make deals with demons.

The demon eyed Clark for a moment and then looked back at Lex. "I'm assumed you would wish this. It was the reason I came."

The billionaire let a little bit of logic slip through his lips. "What could you possibly have to gain from bringing Clark back?"

She smiled in a way that seemed genuine but was secretly evil and manipulative. "In ten years I'll need to come and take away something from you. That's all."

She made it sound like it was nothing, but Lex knew that because that's how it sounded, it was probably the opposite. He didn't know what exactly the demon would come back to get in a decade, but he knew it would definitely be something big. It would probably be the stupidest thing in the world to agree to a deal with this devil.

"Come on Lex, do you really want to be alone in a world where no one cares about you?" The demon asked.

The quite obvious answer was no. Lex would start descending in a downward spiral if he didn't have Clark. He would keep spiraling down until he was actually worse than his father had ever been. He knew he was capable of being a lot more manipulative than Lionel Luthor if he let the darkness take control of him. It hadn't threatened to take over many times since he arrived in Smallville and that's why Lex considered the place home. It was safe and happy in this tiny town, and those are two of the things the young billionaire needed to feel. How would this place feel without Clark? How would it feel to rise in the morning and remember there is one less farm boy out there because of him?

"Don't worry about the consequences yet, think about the rewards. You'll have ten years that you can spend. You won't have to worry about anything; you don't even have to look into it if you don't want. You'll feel safer not knowing what's coming." The demon continued.

That wasn't convincing Lex that this was an intelligent idea to agree. However, there didn't seem to be hundreds of possible ways to bring back the dead.

"You don't want your brother dead do you?" She asked.

His brother… They weren't blood brothers, but Lex had a feeling that if he actually had a sibling by genetics they would have turned out to be rivals. Clark Kent was closer to Lex than any blood brother could be. In the billionaire's mind, someone you care about this deeply was a brother even if they weren't related. If Lex just let Clark stay dead, what kind of "older brother" would he be?

"What exactly do I need to do to seal this deal?" Lex asked, giving in to the demon's wishes against every intelligent cell in his brain. He tried not to think about how stupid he was by looking at Clark's limp body in his grip.

This was worth it.