Dean lounged on an old beaten couch, smoking a cigarette as he watched a mindless show on the television.
"Hey Sammy, get me a beer?" Dean yelled from his spot. He didn't have to eat or drink, of course, but he enjoyed having a beer and a burger on occasion.
Sam popped his head around the corner, eyes red. "Get it yourself dude, you're closer."
"Yeah but you're up!" He grumbled, about to get up when a silent alarm went off in his head. "Aw hell, never mind. Duty calls, I'll be back. and I'm expecting a damn beer!" Dean disappeared with a quiet fluttering noise.
He opened his eyes to gaze upon an older gentleman. He was fidgeting, standing nervously in the middle of the crossroads.
"Can I help you?" Dean drawled. He made sure his eyes were pure red, he was in business mode, and it was his job to make sure that this man was serious.
The man's eyes grew wide in fear. He was probably in his mid-50s, balding and a little bit fat. "I.. I need to make a deal."
"Clearly. C'mon man, I don't have all day." Dean tapped his foot, giving the impression that he was on a tight schedule. He honestly just wanted a God damned beer.
"I.. I want her. I want her so bad, I need her!" The man was pacing back and forth, clearly troubled.
"Yeah, yeah, fairytale ending. Real cute. Okay, you'll have her completely in love with you. And in 10 years, I'll ask for a favor in return. Just a simple favor." Dean grinned. This was probably his favorite part, tricking the person into thinking that everything would be okay, that the consequence wouldn't be that bad. Of course, he had to tell them, but that look of relief and false hope before the big bomb was priceless.
"W-what's the favor?" The man asked timidly, hope in his eyes. Ahh there it was.
"Your soul." The man squeaked at this, clearly debating inwardly.
"I-i don't know."
"Well that's fine and all, if you don't want the love of your life..." Dean made to look like he was walking away. He counted in his head '3...2...1...'
"W-wait! I-i'll do it!" The man yelled. Dean turned to face him, eyes turning red once more.
"Let's make this official then." He grabbed the man, pulling him into a deal-sealing kiss. The man struggled at the unexpected movement and after a few seconds, Dean let him go. "It's official. Enjoy." Dean grinned before disappearing, leaving the older man standing alone in the street.
Dean dropped back into his chair, accepting the beer that Sam grudgingly handed him. He popped it open and took a long swig. "Life is good, Sammy. Life is good."
Sam chuckled, gulping down his own beer. "I think it's technically after-life Dean. But I agree. We're crossroad kings, man." Sam leaned back in his chair, stretching his vessel's legs. Dean had scoffed when he picked that vessel 1,000 years ago, but Sam was sticking to it. The man was tall as fuck with long brown hair and blue-green puppydog eyes. Dean thought his was way better: Strong, sexy green eyes, and short dirty-blonde hair. He was one sexy-ass demon.
"Whaddaya say we go defile some virgins?" Dean suggested, sitting up and throwing his now-empty beer to the side.
"Only if I get first dibs this time. I'm not really into blonde chicks, and that girl last time had a really annoying scream."
"Oh c'mon dude, the screaming is the best part!" Dean grinned, grabbing the keys to his '67 Impala.
They sat down, Dean feeling the leather hugging his shape. "Cars, man. That's one thing these humans got right." He turned on the radio, "Highway to Hell" coming on. Dean smiled brightly and tapped on the dashboard. "Fuck yes, yet another thing they got right. Humans aren't complete shit after all."
"Dude, this music sucks ass." Sam smirked, cocking an eyebrow at his brother.
"Pssht you always had shitty music taste." Dean revved up the car. "Oh yeah, listen to my baby purr." He patted the steering wheel lovingly, pulling out of the parking lot of the cheap motel they were staying in for the night. They liked to keep on the move just in case any filthy hunters got on their trail. Dean growled at the thought. Nobody was going to touch Sam.
"You okay dude?" Sam was looking at Dean, who must've had his irritated face on.
"Yeah, now where's the nearest abstinence club?" Dean flashed a toothy grin at Sam, who smirked back, getting out his phone to check.
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Meanwhile, an important meeting was going on between several angels in heaven.
"I fear that this demon Sam Winchester is getting too powerful. He is, after all, Azazel's number one student. He has yet to realize his real potential, but he may soon." Uriel sighed, fingers pinching his nose in frustration.
"We will have to have him taken care of, lest he becomes an issue." Raphael stated plainly, voice emotionless.
"It should not be a hard task. Perhaps we could send young Castiel to perform it?" Zachariah suggested, lounging carelessly.
"Very well, call him to council." Uriel said.
There was a moment and then the sound of fluttering wings as a man with messy raven hair and bright blue eyes appeared before them. "Yes sir?" Castiel's face was serious, staring directly at Raphael.
"Castiel, we have a mission for you. A demon has become... problematic. We are asking you to hunt him down and take care of him."
"Of course, sir. I would be honored." Castiel stood tall and firm, face solemn but secretly eager to prove himself. He was thousands of years old, but still considered young for an angel. He was the last one to be created before God disappeared, and was constantly ridiculed for it.
"Very good, Castiel. Now, considering this is your first mission, we will not be giving you any information but his name. This is a test, Castiel. We wish to see your skills and hunting abilities. Sam will not be alone. He has an older brother, Dean. Dean will do everything he can to protect Sam. They are experts, very knowledgeable at staying hidden. We are counting on you, Castiel."
"I will not fail you, sir."
