Leave Deal-Making To The Professionals

Summary:

Sam/Crowley

After Sam kills the crossroad demon, Crowley the 'king of the crossroads' shows up. He offers Sam a deal to counter Dean's and to save Dean from the pit, and Sam, in his obsession to save his brother, agrees. So, what's the catch? (Mega-pissed-overprotective Dean! Shy-angry-confused-adorable Sammy! Over protective-arrogant-horny Crowley! Bobby is just there. )

This story starts off at the end of "Bedtime Stories" in season 3.

Sam knelt to the ground, a box of random stuff in hand; the box contained key ingredients in summoning a demon. Not any demon, but a demon that you make deals with; more commonly called "crossroad demons". You need this box and these ingredients and you need to place them in a specific area; true to their names, crossroad demons need you to burry the box in the middle of a crossroad. As Sam knelt down to the ground, he wondered briefly if he was doing the right thing, but the thought was quickly pushed from his mind as he remembered why he was doing this and whom for. Knowing that Dean sold his soul in order to bring him back to life had crushed him. So here he was, Sam was in the middle of no where standing on a random crossroad just waiting.

There it was, standing in front of him, using a rather beautiful woman as a 'meat suit' who wore a sexy black dress. The woman would have been even more beautiful if it weren't for the red eyes.

"Well, well, Sammy Winchester. I'm touched; I mean, your brother's been to see me twice, but you I've never had the pleasure." The demon smiled, "What can I do for you Sam?"

It was then, Sam brought his arm that was hiding behind his back, forward, and slowly pointed a gun at the bitch. This was no ordinary gun, though, because those don't harm the supernatural. No, this gun was the legendary 'Colt', made by Samuel Colt- a renowned hunter back when.

"You can beg for your life," Sam smirked.

"We were having such a nice conversation, than you had to go and ruin the mood."

"If I were you I would stop making wise cracks, and start acting scared."

The thing inside the woman smiled, "It's not my style," she looked at the Colt unimpressed, "that's not the original Colt, where did you get that?" she asked, but Sam's silence answered what she had already known, "Ruby; had to be, she is such a pain in my ass. She'll get what's coming to her; you can count on it."

"That's enough, I came here to make you an offer," Sam says, getting down to why he was there in the first place.

"You're going to make me and offer?" she asked. "That's adorable."

"Let Dean out of his deal, right now. He lives, I live, you live; everyone goes home happy. Or," here he cocks the gun his hand, "you stop breathing, permanently."

She chuckles in delight, like there was an inside joke, "All this tough talk, I have to tell you, its very convincing. I mean, come on Sam, do you even want to break the deal?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't know. Aren't you tire of cleaning up Dean's messes? Of dealing with that broken psyche of his? Aren't you tired of being bossed around like a snot nosed little brother? You're stronger than Dean, your better than him." She was trying to convince him.

"Watch your mouth."

"Admit it, you're going through the motions, but the truth is? You'll be a tiny bit relieved when he's gone."

"Shut up."

This did not stop her, "No more desperate, sloppy, needy Dean. You can finally be free."

"I said shut up," Sam said angrily.

"Huh, does protest too much, if you ask me,"

"Alright, I've had enough of your crap. Let Dean out of his deal right now,"

The Crossroad demon shook her head, "Sorry sweetheart, but your brother is an adult. He made that deal fair and square. It's iron clad."

"Every deal can be broken," Sam said.

"Not this one."

"Fine, then I'll kill you. If you're gone so is the deal."

She laughed again, "Sam, I'm just a sales woman; I've got a boss like everybody. He holds the contract; not me." She said, attempting to look sympathetic, "He wants Dean's soul, he's not going to let it go."

"You're bluffing," Sam accused in denial.

"Am I? Shoot me, but the deal still holds. When Dean's time is up, he's going to be dragged into the pit," she stated.

"Then who's your boss? Who holds the contract?"

"He's not as cuddly as me, I can tell you that," she smirked.

"Who is he?" Sam repeated more firmly.

"I can't tell you; I'm sorry Sam but there is no way out of this one, not this time."

Sam, finally realizing she could do nothing, shot her in the head, point blank. She looked shocked, and the inside of the woman's body lit up for a few seconds, as the demon inside was killed. Sam looked on, not at all affected by the scene. The girl finally fell to the ground, stone cold dead.

From behind he heard clapping, and it made him spin around, gun pointing. In front of the hunter was a man, maybe a couple inches shorter than himself, with black hair and honey brown eyes. He was wearing an all black suit and stood there like he owned the place.

"Who are you?" Sam asked harshly.

"I'm the boss of that demon you just killed. I am also the one who holds your brothers contract;" he smirked, "Names Crowley, love."

"You hold Dean's contract?" Sam gasped at that, and quickly he all about started to beg, "Please, I need you to break the deal, Dean can not go to hell. He has done nothing to deserve it! His only crime is being an overprotective jack ass!"

"Your brother's soul is not one I am going to just hand over; this is not some random bloke off the street. This is the Dean Winchester, whom sent many demons back to hell and has caused quite a bit of trouble. It's going to take something big, from you, to break his deal," he stared Sam down.

Sam gulped, but stayed strong, "I'll do anything you ask."

This made Crowley smile, "Alright then, if you want the contract for Dean gone, then you must consider yourself mine. Just consider yourself sold to me, body and soul, for as long as I want you."

Sam was confused, this did not make sense, but it didn't seem as half as horrible as he would have thought. "What will I have to do?"

"For now, do what you normally do, and when the time is right I will come to you. Also, you are not allowed to touch anyone, or allow anyone to touch you. Of course a hug from Dean or helping you in your…hunting is acceptable, but that is it."

"Why?"

"Because you are mine when we seal the deal," the King of Demons chuckled.

"I have to kiss you?" Sam asked, half curious and half horrified.

"I am a high ranking demon; I need a little more than a kiss, Mr. Winchester."

Gulping, Sam asked, "How much more?"

"As far as I want."

A/N: OK so how did you like it? I wasn't planning another story because I am still working on "Of Hunters, Wizards, and Tricksters", but once I got the idea, I had to let it out. Now, I will put in the sexy scene but not until later (in a flashback). REVIEW!