What if the demon made Dean a different offer?
Dean pulled up to the crossroads and drew a devil's trap on the ground. He then pulled the car up over and went back to the trunk to pull out what he would need to summon the demon. He was going to do whatever it took to save Evan Hudson's soul, because in a way that would be like saving his dad's soul. He shook his head clear. He couldn't be thinking about his dad when the demon appeared.
He buried the box of stuff and turned around looking for the demon. He turned around in a complete circle. There was nobody there. He was wondering if he did it right, when he heard a voice say, "Come here often?"
He turned around and looked. Was this the demon, or just some girl?
In answer to his question, her eyes turned red and she said, "You called me?"
"I'm just glad it worked," Dean answered.
"Your first time?"
"You could say that," Dean hedged.
"Don't be so modest. I know all about you, Dean Winchester. What can I do for you?"
"Why don't we talk in my car? Nice and private," Dean said, trying not to seem nervous. He didn't want to give away his plan.
"Sure, sounds good," the demon said and followed him to the car.
Dean reached down to open the door for her. "Such a gentleman," she gushed. Then she looked down and saw the devil's trap sticking out from under the car. "You've got to be kidding me," she hissed.
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Sam was spreading the goofa dust in a circle around the study floor. "What is that stuff?" Evan asked him.
"Goofa dust."
"Goofa dust?" Evan repeated, incredulous.
"Yeah, just get in the circle," Sam said.
Evan did so and they heard barking coming through the grate as it shook with the force of a large animal.
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The demon started walking away from Dean, then turned to him. "What did you want anyway?"
"Evan Hudson's soul," Dean admitted.
"I kind of liked him," the demon said, but I can't release his soul unless a deal is made.
"I'm not going to sell my soul for his soul," Dean said. He wanted to help the guy, but he wasn't willing to go that far.
"The deal doesn't have to be for a soul," the demon responded.
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Evan and Sam stared at the grate as it was shaken with force and wind was blowing around the room. The grate completely blew off of its place and the circle of goofa dust was broken at the same time. "Come on, we're not safe here," Sam yelled.
He and Evan ran out of the room. Sam slammed the door behind him, but knew that would only slow the hound down a few minutes.
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"What else would you possibly want?" Dean asked.
"It's not a matter of wanting," the demon said, starting her own con. "The rule just states a deal has to be made and it has to be something important to the buyer."
"Like what?" Dean asked, skeptical. He didn't have a lot that was important to him, and he sure wasn't going to sell Sam.
