A/N: I've thought about submitting a story to this site for a long time. I love to write, I do it all the time. If my nose isn't buried in a book, I'm usually writing. The thing is, I'm normally to shy to let anyone read anything that I've written. But, after reading many, many, many, many, many stories here, I decided to give it a try. I've been toying with the idea of this story for awhile, probably over a year. See, I role play on my space, and my very first character ever, the one that is still close to my heart, she was married to a Sam Winchester. We had an interesting story going, and it got me to thinking. That was awhile ago. Years... possibly 3 or longer. But with everything that's happened on Supernatural in the past few seasons, I thought adding my character into the mix might make for an interesting outcome. So, I'm going to give it a try. I'm going to back it up to before Dean went to hell. This could turn out to be a very long story. So much so that I might end up splitting it up into a couple of stories. Now, I'm rambling so on with the... show so to speak. Let me know what y'all think.
Sam sat in the hotel room he shared with his brother, surrounded by piles and piles of books, maps pined to the wall, and scraps of paper strewn all over the room. His laptop sat open on the table, the screen on the same page that it had been nearly two hours ago. He didn't want to admit it, it would kill him to do so. But he was out of ideas. He was burying himself in research and still he was coming up blank. There was absolutely no way to break a deal made with a cross roads demon. Or, perhaps there was. But Dean was far to valuable. And if there was a way, no one was talking. He pushed his laptop away with a frustrated sigh and pushed himself to his feet, pacing around the tiny room. Dean was off in some bar, probably drinking his worries away, and very likely in the company of some girl who's name he could forget in the morning. As much as Sam wanted to be frustrated by it, and he was... a little bit, there was a tiny part of him that couldn't really blame him. As far as his brother was concerned, his deal was up soon, he was going to hell, so he may as well have fun with what ever time that he had left.
Sam dropped down onto the edge of the bed and flopped back, staring up at the ceiling. As defeated as he felt right now, he refused to give up. He would keep on fighting, keep on searching, leaving no stone unturned until it was to late. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his cell phone intending to call Bobby. Maybe he had stumbled across some magical solution to erase the deal. Some spell perhaps. A few herbs, maybe some blood, a little chanting and poof.. no more deal and Dean was free. The chances of that were slim. In fact, they were non existent. He called every night and the answer was always the same. "I'm sorry, Sam. There's nothing new." Still, he called like clock work. One day, there would be something.
He flipped through the contacts on his phone, coming to a stop at the S's. And there it was. Someone that he hadn't spoken to in years, he didn't feel as if he had the right to. As he stared at the name, he could feel a familiar ache in his heart, one that would never go away. He buried himself in his work, threw himself into his hunting hoping that maybe in time, he'd forget her name. But as he stared at it now, he knew that was impossible. How do you ever forget someone that you loved? Someone that you knew that was exactly what you had been looking for your entire life? Someone, as corny as it may be, who was your soul mate? You would never forget. And if he was honest with himself, he didn't want to.
As his mind drifted, full of thoughts of her, it hit him. Why he hadn't thought of it before he would never know. They had tried the magic angle before to break the deal, but it had never been strong enough. Or, the person performing the magic hadn't been strong enough. What they needed was someone who wielded an incredible amount of power, someone who understood the stakes, and was willing to help, at what ever cost. And now here it was, a potential answer staring him right in the face. He didn't believe he had the right to talk to her, not after all of this time, not after the way he had left things between them. But this was for his brother, and he would do anything for him. Even if it meant ripping open pockets in himself he wished he could keep closed. With little hesitation, he dialed the number that had once been so familiar to him, his breath catching in his chest when he heard her familiar voice. "Smurf? It's Sam. I need your help."
A/N: So, what do you think? Should I continue? Is anyone curious to see what's going to happen? I hope so. I'm rather fond of the characters and it's fun to actually sit down and write about them. Reviews would be lovely, nice ones hopefully :) Oh.. and in case anyone out there is curious, there girls name isn't actually Smurf... that's just a nickname. Her real name will come out next chapter.
