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Carry On My Wayward Son...
"You gotta bring Sam back!"
"Really? Why would I do that?" Dean glanced over at the seductive women covering the demon.
"I'll make the deal! You give me 10 years and Sam back; in exchange you'll get my soul." She smiled knowing how desperate he was.
"Now, now, don't insult me! For 10 years you're gonna have to sweeten the pot, baby." He glared at her thinking twice about it.
"Fine, don't want to! I'll leave then!" Putting one foot in front of the other she began to depart.
"Wait! How does my soul and the colt sound?" That turned her around on the spot.
"Now you're talking, cutie! You get 10 years and I get the colt and your rotten soul." With that he roughly sealed the deal with a kiss.
