The engine whining wasn't a good sign.
Dean tried to steady his brother upright as the road they were following was getting difficult.
The job they were working on was suppose to be simple: to protect and delivery a package, as they drove over to the next town. Of course nothing is simple for the Winchester.
Near the ending of their trip, they were attacked. They were out numbered, but not out ski. What they didn't know was that one of the robber's knives was dipped in poison. Surely enough it stabbed the taller brother, but the affect of the poison didn't take over until they got into town.
The doctor in town said that Sam was a dead man, but Dean refused to believe that. It wasn't until the doctor mentioned about a man he knew who might be able to help. He explained how this man helped him become a doctor. That he found him one night while walking drunk from a bar, outside of town. The man was more then happy the help and said it was free of charge for the next 10 years. Of course the drunk agreed, not wanting to disappoint his parents whom work their ass off to put him through school to become one. Sure enough the drunk was turning his sad of an excuse grades to As in record time. By the way the doctor was grinning, he didn't know that his time as one was limited.
Dean knew this was a work of a demon, but he didn't care. Without hesitation, Dean had asked where he could find the man, and rushed his brother to the impala.
The sky became darker and chilly. Sam's breath was coming out in gasps. Dean called out his brother's name, trying to keep him awake.
The car came to a stop, as if unwilling to go further. It started to rain, as the brothers exited the car. The doctor had directed them to a nice little forest, a couple of miles away from the bar he mentioned. A path of dried of grass indicated that would lead them to their demon. Sam leaned on Dean as they followed the path into the heart of the forest.
"Look what the cat dragged in," a rough voice came out of the darkness.
Dean growled, dragging his brother upright.
"I hear you can help," Dean said with as little emotion as possible. He didn't want to sound desperate as demons often mark their price higher if they find out how desperate you are.
"Mmmm, that might be correct, but who's asking," the demon said. "I do like to know whom I'll be doing business with."
"Dean Winchester," Dean pronounce, tugging Sam up, "This is Sam Winchester." Dean was anxious to get this over with.
"Winchester." The demon said as if tasting the name,"Like the same Winchesters that lost their mother in a fire, and then daddy went mad by it?"
Dean balled his hands into fist. He knew that demons love to get under your skin.
"I presume that's a yes," the demon purred, "It is an honor Dean."
"No, the pleasure is all mine." Dean said with hatred, "Now if we could get down to business, I want you to take the poison out of my brother."
Suddenly a well dressed man in the finest clothes step out of the darkness, "Why would I want to do that?"
"That's what dem-," Dean was interrupted.
"Crowley," the demon corrected, "Please."
"Well, Crowley, demons grant wishes right?" Dean asked, but not waiting for a answer, "I here to do exactly that."
Crowley chuckled, "It does seem that demons do, but you must also know that it's not free." He approaches the brothers.
Sam breathing has become small wheezes now, his face has turned pale, and he started to loss focus on what was happening around him.
"He doesn't look too good," Crowley says, "Tick tock."
Dean's eyes become moist as he places Sam down, his voice coming as a whisper, "Can you help him?"
Crowley encircles the boys, the silence is all that Dean gets. Sam's body has gone cold as Dean calls his name.
"Can you help him?!" Dean shouts.
"Yes of course, but before I do we have to shakes hands on it and set some conditions," Crowley smirks.
Dean goes up to Crowley and forcefully grabs his hand, not caring what happens next, as long as Sam lives.
"Impatient," Crowley chuckles, and walks over to Sam. He places his hand over Sam's wound.
The air gets heavy and slowly Sam starts to breath, the color in his skin comes back, and he jolts awake.
"Dean!" Sam yells as he gulps air in.
"Sam!" Dean yells back, happy to have his younger brother back.
Dean knees down to Sam, as Sam tried to sit up right.
"Dean, I thought I was done for." Sam said, grabbing onto Dean's arms as he hauls himself up.
"Well you're not, so how about we get the hell out of here," Dean suggests.
"Now aren't we forgetting something." Crowley says, steeping in front of the boys.
"Dean, please tell me you didn't do something stupid," Sam grunts.
Before Dean could tell Sam to shut up, Crowley begins to speak, "A deal is a deal." With a snap of his fingers the wind began to pick up. "Do one of you want to guess what the deal is?"
A sharp breath is taken by Dean before guessing, "My soul."
A dark laugh erupts from the demon, "Oh no, that would be too original. Actually I need you to do a chore for me."
A deal is a and he was ready to accept the challenge. "What is it?" Dean questions, his curiosity spikes since demons just tend to take your soul and leave.
"I want you to catch and gut an angel for me. He has become a thorn in my side."
"Hold up," Sam interrupts, "Angels are real?"
Crowley rolls his eyes to indicate how annoying it will be if has to try to explain things, "If they were just tall tales, then why would I be telling pretty boy here to do this task."
"Why don't you just do it?" Sam interrupts again, a small smirk forms on his face as Crowley eyes narrow at him from annoyance,"Just asking."
"A nosey one aren't you," Crowley growls, "I think I liked you better when you were dead."
Sam steps back, not wanting to rage the demon, "As I was saying, Dean, this is the deal: You find and kill me this angel for the exchange of your brother's life."
"That doesn't sound too hard. Just tell me where this angel is and I'll slice his throat tonight," Dean responded without missing a beat.
"Now this is where it gets tricky. I don't know where this angel is. Actually no one does. What I do know is that he's killing off my henchmen. Do you know how hard it is to have loyal men now a days?"
"Sounds like the guy is doing man kind a favor," Dean puffed and elbowed Sam.
Crowley glares at Dean for a moment before speaking again, "Maybe I would doing MY kind a favor by killing little Sammy over there. After all, one less hunter in this world can save me a lot of trouble."
"Don't you dare, or swear to God I will kill you where you stand," Dean snarled, reaching for his gun.
"You made the deal Dean. It's only fair that you hold up your end." Crowley's eyes drift Sam and then back to Dean, "You'll have five days. Find the angel, and bring him back here."
"I'm gonna need more time then that. I don't even know were to start," Dean exclaims.
"You're right, but I know you're the man for the job." Crowley starts to walk back into the shadows. "But before I leave, I'm gonna need some insurance." With a snap of his finger a gush of wind surrounds Sam.
"Dean!" Sam shouts as the gust is consuming him.
"Sam!" Dean shouts back, trying to push past through the gust to get to Sam.
The gush was like a mini hurricane, engulfing Sam and pushing Dean away. Within moments, Sam was gone.