Hello my lovelies. I know I shouldn't, but this idea came to me late last night and just won't let go. I've been thinking of writing a story based on this song for a while, but it wasn't until then that plot came to my mind. I hope you like this opening chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural nor any of the lines I have taken from the show.
'All this feels strange and untrue
And I won't waste a minute without you
My bones ache, my skin feels cold
And I'm getting so tired and so old.'
Open Your Eyes – By Snow Patrol
Dean sat by Sam's beside watching his chest rise and fall and hearing the bleep of the monitors. The doctors had told him there was nothing they could do to save his brother. So that left it up to him to pull him from this fire. This was all his fault after all. It should have been him doing the trials, not Sam. Everything would be fine then. But no, berate later, right now he needed to think of a way to save his brother.
Moving from the room he made his way to the chapel to call the only person whom he knew would help him, or at least he hoped he would. As long as he was still alive and had survived the fall that was. Oh god, don't let anything have happened to Cas. But no he couldn't think like that. So instead he settled himself into a pew and placed his hands together, hoping that Cas would take this as a sigh that all was cool with them. Anything, to get him to help Sam.
"Cas, are you there? Sammy's hurt. He's hurt, uh, he's hurt pretty bad. And, um... I know you think that I'm pissed at you, okay? But I don't care that the angels fell. So whatever you did or didn't do, it doesn't matter, okay? We'll work it out. Please, man, I need you here." He whispered out. But when he looked round the church he saw no angel in a trench coat, and he heard no flap of his wings showing his arrival. As such Dean lowered his head and rested it on his clasped hands as he tried to think of some solution, any solution, to the situation he found himself in.
The thought of calling out to all the angels crossed his mind. Make one of them come and sort out this friggin' mess, but before he could open his mouth to utter the words he remembered that there was one other he might be able to help him right now. And he was in his trunk. With that realisation Dean stood and walked quickly from the chapel and out of the hospital to his car. Once there he pulled open the trunk to stare into the red rimmed eyes of Crowley.
"Sam's dying. If we make a deal, can you save him?" He asked without preamble. It was strange that he seemed to have come back full circle. Here he was yet again offering his soul for his brother's life, though this time he knew what he was getting into. At least there would be no surprises this time, and he wouldn't let himself break so easily. No, he would fight.
Crowley lay bound and ducked taped in the trunk where Dean had bundled him when Sam had stopped what he was doing. He was reeling with feelings, and he didn't like it, but that didn't stop them from being there. As such when he looked up at Dean he saw the sorrow in his eyes and pain at the idea of the moose dying radiating out of his body.
Now if he had been his normal self he would have jumped at the deal Dean obviously had in mind. The idea of owning Dean Winchester's soul was a dream come true to the old, extremely demonic king of hell. But after what Sam had done to him, made him see his weaknesses, his humanity. All he could feel for the man was a sense of sorrow and a wish to help, a wish to for Dean to be happy. Damn the loopy human blood. But the only way he could even try to save Sam would be by making a deal with Dean. But he could stipulate the terms. As such he nodded in reply to Dean's question.
"You save Sam and in ten years you get my soul right?" Dean asked, making sure that the deal was as good as he was gonna get from the demon.
Though Crowley's response to that made him frown. Because Crowley shook his head in a no.
"Then how many years?" Dean asked realising what it was that Crowley had issue with. He wasn't gonna give him that much time. But he could bargain. It was Sammy, he would take whatever Crowley offered if it saved his brother.
At that Crowley mumbled a reply through the duct tape, which Dean obviously didn't understand. As such he ripped it off with force, hoping the pain he had just caused would in some way comfort him in hell.
"I don't want your soul Squirrel, not as dirty and sullied as it is." Crowley said once he had moved his jaw around and got it working again.
"Then what do you want?" Dean asked in an angry voice. Just what was Crowley gonna ask of him? Though he knew there wasn't anything he wouldn't do to save his brother.
"The heart of an angel." Crowley replied looking up at Dean. He had seen a chance here. Dean deserved love and happiness, but Crowley knew he would never take it without a very large push. He could be the force. He could make Dean find his happiness, and it would be like a beautiful love tale in the end. The perfect romance.
"What?! You want me to go out and gank one of those asshats just so you can have their heart?" Dean spluttered wondering what the hell the king of hell would do with such a thing. I mean, what hell good was the heart of an angel?
"No Dean, I want you to go out and get one of those asshats to fall in love with you. Specifically I want you to make Castiel fall in love with you." Crowley stated clearly. This was his plan. Get the two of them to see their love for each other. Get them to see everyone deserved to be loved, even him.
"Why the hell would you want that?" Dean asked in such shock he didn't really process Crowley's words.
"It will be amusing to watch. Oh, I also want my freedom." Crowley replied, the shrug he gave reminding him he was currently bound in the boot of Dean's car.
"Fine, you save Sammy and you have a deal." Dean responded after a beat. He didn't care what he was agreeing to. He would do it. And hell Cas already loved him as family, so there really was nothing he needed to do to keep up his end of this deal.
"I'll give you a year to fulfil your part. If it's not done by then, then the moose will die." Crowley stated, making sure that Dean didn't try to weasel out of it by taking too long.
"agreed." Dean nodded, still sure that he had already fulfilled his part, Cas was family.
"Pucker up then Squirrel, lets seal the deal." Crowley said pushing his lips together and towards Dean in a kissing motion.
"I ain't kissing you." Dean responded in a disgusted tone. Though he knew at the back of his mind this was now demon deals were made, the idea of kissing Crowley repulsed him.
"Then Sam will die. Your choice." Crowley replied simply. Trying to make it seem like he didn't care about the outcome.
"Fine." Dean responded through gritted teeth and as such moved his head so that he could seal the deal with a kiss.
"Oh and by love, I mean complete physical and emotional connection." Crowley said just before Dean closed the gap completely. He wanted to make sure that Dean knew exactly what he was demanding from him.
And Dean, rather than replying to the smirk on Crowley's face at what he had just implied, instead closed the distance and slammed his lips on the demons, pulling him out of the trunk as he did so, removing him from any of the warding that might minimalize his power. He would think about the consequences later. Right now he needed to save Sammy.
When Dean pulled back from the kiss Crowley stretched his neck with a smirk on his face as he pulled his hands apart with ease.
"Well I must say Squirrel, it was good doing business with you. I'll be keeping my eye on your progress." With that Crowley disappeared leaving Dean to wonder just what he had agreed to. But right now that didn't matter, what did was seeing if Crowley had kept his end of the deal. As such he turned quickly back to the entrance of the hospital with the aim to go back to his brother's room. To see if Sammy was back from the dead, again. He would worry about what he had just agreed to do, what he had just condemned Cas to feel, later. One thing at a time.