AN: Gooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! What's this? A new story?! LE GASP! Lol! Yes this is a new story! I know on Facebook I said I'd have this up yesterday, but most of you know that I wasn't feeling well and couldn't focus, and I was busy working on my book. I'm feeling my much better and got some of my book done. I would like to have my first book done at least by the end of summer if not then by Halloween. But thank you guys so much for your love, support, and patience. I know I say it a lot, but it really means a lot! So thank you! I love you all! New readers! Welcome my dears! I hope you enjoy yourselves here! Anyways, I had a hard time picking which story should come next so I did my game where I take the names of my stories on the board (my profile) and toss coins on them, the one with the most money wins, this one and I think Rise of an Angel were tied for first and so I had to do a tie breaker and this story won! Now for this story it can be a stand alone you don't have to read the other, but I sorta recommend you do, you might understand this a bit better. So without further delay let's go!

Summary: An alternative/re write for Soul for Soul. Sam thinks that Dean blames him not only for their father's death but their mother's and any their friends, he also thinks Dean hates him for it. So he sells his soul for not only his father but his mother as well! Dean is upset and wants his brother back! But the demons won't give him back! Oh no! What'll Dean do now?

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The Deal of Deals.

Sam sat alone in the old attic which he cleaned and made his bedroom for the while they were at Bobbys. Dean had made it clear he didn't want him around. So Sam thought he'd give Dean their bedroom and he'd take the dust ridden attic as his.

He didn't like the attic. It smelled funny and there were spiders out the ass. It had an eeire feeling to it. And it was really cold. Despite it being hot outside, it was freezing.

He heard his stomach growling bringing him out his musing. He hadn't eaten much since they got here. He just didn't feel all that hungry, although his stomach was protesting and begging him to eat.

He gave in and headed downstairs quietly. As he made his way to the kitchen he Dean and Bobby talking. He didn't want to eavesdrop but curiosity got to the better of him.

"Dean do you honestly think that?" Bobby asked.

"Yes Bobby. I do." Dean said.

"Dean come on. He's your brother. What about what he wants?" Bobby asked.

Sam grew concerned. What did Bobby mean what he wanted?

"Screw that! I honestly think it would be best if he left! I mean come on. After mom, all our friends, and now dad. Seriously Bobby. The kid never wanted this life. If he was gone, it would be for the better." Dean said.

Sam gasped. He quickly bolted back up the stairs to the attic not wanting to hear more. His brother, his parent, his hero, his everything, hated him. Dean hated him and wanted him gone.

He made it back to the attic and close the door. He slid down it and sat on the floor. He brought his knees up to his chest and buried his face in his arms and cried.

Sam woke with a start. He had a horrible nightmare where he was in Hell and was tortured by his family and friends. Tears filled his once more. He got up and went to his laptop. He pulled up Word Pad and began to type a message for Dean.

"It's for the best." Sam whispered tearfully.

Once he was done he closed the laptop and noticed it was night time. He sat and stared at the beautiful moon as he thought of a way to leave. Forever. It hit him. A deal. He could give Dean what he wanted. He crept downstairs and noticed the stadium lights on. Dean was still working.

'Good. I can get away. It is for the best.' Sam thought sadly.

Sam went back upstairs to the attic and packed his duffel. He put his laptop on the top and gathered the things he needed to make a deal.

He silently made his way downstairs and noticed Dean was on the couch fast asleep. Sam smiled sadly. He went to his brother and noticed he was still wearing the amulet he had given him so long ago.

'He won't wear it for long. He should burn it.' Sam thought with tears.

He turned and headed for the door. He opened it and looked at his slumbering brother once more.

"Goodbye big brother. I'll always love you." Sam whispered and he disappeared into the night.

Sam made it to the cross road and summond the demon.

"Ah the Boy King." He said. He bowed and then looked at Sam when he straightened back up. "How may I serve you?"

"I want to make a deal." Sam said.

"Oh?" The demon asked.

"My soul. For my parents." Sam said.

"Hmm. Tall order. Fine. I'll grant your little wish. But I sense there's something else?" He asked.

"Yeah. I want a little time with my parents. To say goodbye." Sam said.

The demon thought about it for a minute and nodded.

"Very well. I can only give a few hours. Make amends with your brother, say goodbye to everyone, then it bye bye for you. Deal?" The demon asked.

Without a second thought Sam nodded. "Deal."

The demon disappeared and re appeared giving Sam a kiss on the lips. Sam gasped and pulled away.

"Hmm. I might not be gay but you tasted good." He winked. "See you in a few hours Boy King."

Sam trekked back to Bobbys and sighed. What was he going to Dean and Bobby? And what if the deal didn't work? Then he sold his soul for nothing! He walked through the door and heard voices.

He gasped when he entered the living room. His mother and father were there alive!

"M mom? Dad?" He whispered.

"Sammy." His mother smiled.

"Sam." His father nodded to him with a smile.

Sam let the tears fall once more. His deal. It worked! His parents were alive! Dean could be happy again! And he could pay for his sins in Hell.

For once shamelessly Sam cried. In happiness and sadness.

Gonna end it here! Chapter 2 coming tomorrow!

Until Next Time! *curls up in blanket* IMA BLANKET TURTLE! RAWR!