Lenore's Gift

Drabble, post AHBL2 speculation, but so not gonna happen….

Crossroads, midnight of the 365th day. "Dean," the demon intimated. "I do love a man who can hold up his end of a deal."

Dean's teeth baring was not a grin.

She howled. "Your brother will pay for this!"

Sam straightened, bared his own fangs. "Try," he growled.

After the smoke cleared, Dean brushed away the sheen above his lips, cricked tension out of his neck. "Huh. It worked."

"What now?" Sam asked, vibrating, close enough that they touched shoulder to elbow.

"Dunno." Fingered around his gums. "But the night shifts are going suck a lot less from now on."