Adeliza had a grin on her face as she slid her phone number over to the man beside her, very aware of his not-so-subtle glances down at her upper chest area. Nonchalant, she sipped a glass of wine, the red substance staining her lips scarlet. A red lipstick mark was left where her lips once were, and she set the glass down once again.
The man next to her was hot, and a girl had to do what a girl had to do if she wanted to have a good time tonight.
Then, just as she was about to order another drink, she sensed someone trying to make a bargain with her. Gritting her teeth, Adeliza tried her best to ignore it. All I want is one day off... Is that too much to ask?
Soon, the nagging feeling in the bottom of her stomach was too much to ignore, because she was being summoned.
"Oh, come on already, show your face, you bitch!" a voice sounded in her mind, the ritual sending a communication link until she answered.
"Excuse me?" Adeliza scoffed aloud. The man next to her jumped, quickly diverting his eyes away from her. He thought she meant him. She flashed him a quick grin. "oh, not you, sweetie. If it were up to me we'd be in the ally banging against the dumpster. Maybe another time," she smirked.
Adeliza appeared in front of the infamous hunter, Dean Winchester. Normally she would think it as a score, but at the moment she was impatient. She assumed he was here for one reason - there were rumors of his brother, Sam Winchester, dying, and Dean was offering proof that the rumors were correct.
"Just because you're a customer doesn't mean it's my job to satisfy you, Winchester. If you want your brother back, you better stop running that mouth of yours for a second."
"I should send you straight back to hell," Winchester spat, grief ridden and angry. Not her problem, but it might be her gain. She just had to play her cards right, and maybe she'd manage to get out of this alive and with a soul deal.
"You summoned me." Adeliza said dryly. "Please, I'd rather be somewhere else, so go right ahead."
Winchester scoffed. "There are a hundred other demons who'd love to get their hands on my soul, and it's all yours. All you gotta do is bring Sam back..." he trailed off. "And give me ten years - ten years, and then you come for me."
Adeliza snorted quietly. Winchester glared at her, affronted, and Adeliza elaborated. "If it were up to me, I'd give you ten years, I don't care where your ass goes and when it plants itself there. But, it's not up to me, it's up to your public enemy number one. Lilith wouldn't even allow five years."
"It's five years or no deal." Dean said stubbornly.
"No deal, then." she said indifferently, turning on the spot and beginning to walk away. He would crack, she knew he would. She'd had her fair share of soul deals, and just because Winchester was famous didn't mean he was a special snowflake. She waited a few seconds, clearly expecting his next action.
"Wait!" Dean called, near desperate. Adeliza resisted the urge to give in, because she knew that she'd be mounted on the wall for giving him such a bargain. Truthfully, she wanted to get the deal over with and get her ass back to the bar. She turned to face him again. "What do I have to do?"
Adeliza debated it for a few minutes, having an internal battle. She sure wouldn't mind if Lilith got smoked, and it seemed like the Winchesters were her best chance of that happening. And, they had killed Azazel, her torturer, so she supposed she, in a way, owed them one... Look at me, she mused to herself, convincing myself to help the enemy.
"I... I shouldn't do this, I could get skinned alive." Adeliza paused again, trying not to look at Dean's hopeful expression. Bastard. "But, you owe me one. I'm giving you the best deal I can give you, and I'm not even sure if I could give you it."
"What kind of favor?" Dean asked warily.
"I'll let you know when I need one, trust me. Or don't. I really don't care." Adeliza rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath. She was going to regret this. "I'll give you a year, alright? Exactly one year, starting today, and your brother's as good as alive. So.. What do you say?"
In hell, Adeliza could get tortured for such a charitable deal. John Winchester didn't even get a day, she couldn't imagine the riot that'd get started if she gave Dean Winchester a year. The more she thought about it, the more nervous she got. But, she wasn't given a chance to back out, because Dean grabbed the demon and kissed her, the deal already sealed.
Not a moment afterwards Sam woke up on his bed, confused and disorientated.
Adeliza pulled back, and a voice sounded in her head, one that belonged to none other than Lilith. She fell to her knees, her hands clutching her skull, and Adeliza let out a shout of pain.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!"