DEAL BREAKER
By: Lost-Remembrance (Red Tail)
CHAPTER ONE:
Sam had been gone for a couple of months, and somewhere in that time frame his father had taken off on another hunt of his own, leaving Dean with an empty motel room and his thoughts, which was not a good thing at the moment.
One cool night after Sam had left, Dean had left to a bar, leaving his dad alone with his notebooks and scraps of newspaper clippings to find another hunt. He remembered that night all to well…
He walked up to the motel room rather than stumbled. At the bar, he had felt rather disheartened and depressed after the recent hunt—involving the death of a child.
Silently, he crept into the dark room, assuming his father had already decided to go to bed. It was rather late. He stood behind the wall that blocked the rest of the room from his view for a moment to get his bearings in changing light.
"Yeah, I know Bobby." Dean stilled himself, unsure for a moment to walk in or not. For some reason, he remained rooted to the spot.
"I think it's a demon. And Sam's not the only one—it's targeting others. He could be in danger if this demon surfaces again—" There was a moment of silence. "Yeah," John gruffly said into his cell phone. "Uh huh. Thanks Bobby." Then there was a beep and a shuffle.
Dean had stiffened. Sammy was in danger of the bastard that killed their mom? And it was a demon at that?
He heard shuffling and a tired, bone weary sigh as his father sank into the hard mattress of the motel room of the week.
Silently, after pausing for a couple of minutes, Dean crept into the room, eyes already adjusted into the darkness. He stilled as he heard his father shift.
"Dean?"
"Yeah Dad?" He questioned, letting his words come out gruffer than normal, and exhaled sharply as the light stench of beer and whiskey permeated the air.
"When did you get back?"
"Just now."
"Get some sleep. I'll be leaving for Texas tomorrow—you keep an eye on things out here and make sure we got 'em all." Referring to the recent hunt of finding and stopping a coven of witches.
"Sure, dad." And with that, he sank heavily into the bed, toeing his shoes off and hearing them hit the ground with a muted thud. He closed his eyes and relaxed his body, his mind whirling with a thousand thoughts…
All his research had led him to this single moment.
A demon had killed his mother, and somehow his little brother Sammy was what the bastard was after. And boy was it a nasty son of a bitch. There was nothing else he could do.
Dean stood with resolution. He had made his decision…
…
"Dean Winchester, well I never." Red eyes flashed at him briefly, teasing him as the demon circled him, taking on the form of a possessed brunette. A coy smirk danced on her lips.
"I want to make a deal."
"Oh, and what would that be for?" The demon questioned, halting in her tracks. Around them, crickets chirped and broke the silent interval.
"Not with you." The crossroads demon raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "With the demon who killed my mother."
"I don't know Dean, for all I know you could be trying to pull a fast one."
"No joke," he responded, "Tell it that I want to make a deal with him… in exchange for the safety of my brother and father."
TBC
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