Freedom. That's what it felt like. Freedom from worry. Freedom from responsibility. Freedom from caring. Dean just didn't care anymore. He had become what he had always hated, and it felt good. After waking up in the bunker, he went with Crowley, but Crowley soon bored him. Dean didn't care about Hell or its business. So, he hit the road. He found an unguarded motorcycle, all black and chrome, and rode off down the highway.

The funny thing was that he could sense demon activity. He was connected to all of it. Most of the time he ignored it, pushing it out of his mind. The exception was the occasional crossroads deal. He had been on the other side of those deals, but now he could be the one holding the contract. And it was a great way to get laid.

Not that he was having trouble in that department. A sexy, bad boy on a motorcycle never had much trouble with the ladies. Since he broke away from Crowley, there was a different woman every night. There was just something different about the crossroads deals.

Dean was driving down a stretch of road in Oklahoma when he felt a deal happening. He detoured to the spot, kicking up dust where the black top ran out, and pulled up on a very surprised demon in a blonde woman's body.

"Winchester," she grumbled. "What do you want?"

Dean lowered the kickstand and eyed the brunette woman standing in front of the demon. His gaze swept over her as he walked around her, until it reached her eyes, then he gave her a wink.

"I'm taking over this deal," Dean said.

"Like hell you are," the demon said.

Dean turned to the demon and his eyes went pitch black. The demon took one step back and disappeared as the corner of Dean's mouth turned up into a wicked grin. His attention fell back to the woman who was ready to trade her soul. For what, he wondered.

"So," he said, "where did she leave off?"

"She, uh... she said I could have ten years before I go to..."

The woman pause and looked down.

"To Hell," Dean said. His tone was unwavering. No sympathy. Just fact. The woman nodded. "And what is it that you want? What's worth your soul?"

"My sister... She's dying. I want her to get better and live a normal, healthy life."

Dean circled around the woman. Death or illness was often a reason for people showing up at a crossroads looking for a deal. He no longer felt the pain, but he remembered the pain involved when these deals were made. So, he started offering alternative deals. He would offer it to her. His hands were already itching to touch her.

"What if I told you," he said as he slowly continued to circle around her, "that you don't have to end up in Hell?"

Her head snapped around to follow him. "What's the catch?"

"No catch. Just a different deal."

"What's the deal?"

Dean smiled as he stood in front of her again. "You're mine tonight."

"Yours how? You want to use my soul for one night?"

"I couldn't care less about taking people's souls. I'm just looking to have a little fun," Dean said. He stepped closer to her, and she instinctively took a step back, but Dean grabbed her wrist and pulled her against his chest. "I want your body. The deal is, you do whatever I want, for as long as I want."

The woman's eyes grew wide. "But you're a demon."

"Which is why I can make this offer." His eyes flashed black for just a moment. "You don't have to take my deal," he said as he let her go and took a step back. "I can get that red-eyed bitch back here and you can go to Hell for all eternity. That's after the Hell Hounds rip you apart in ten years, by the way."

"Hell Hounds?"

"Black dogs? Demonic beasts? Claws that will tear you to ribbons. Or, you could take my deal. You live, your sister lives... and maybe you even enjoy yourself."

Dean took the woman's chin between his thumb and forefinger as he smiled.

"No fine print," the woman asked.

"None. I just get to have my way with you for a while."

She closed her eyes and sighed. "Okay. It's a deal." Her eyes opened at the sensation of Dean's fingers brushing over her neck and gripping the back of her head. "So, is there a contract to sign or..."

"No."

"Then how do we seal the deal?"

"Like this."

He pulled her lips to his and kissed her hard. His tongue forced its way into her mouth before he pulled back.

"It's a deal," he said. He leaned over and whispered in her ear. "You're mine now." His eyes turned black as his hands fell to his belt. "On your knees."