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I hope you all like this, it randomly popped into my head and I had to write it.

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Sam held the book in his shaking hands. Dean wouldn't be back for at least another hour. There was a spell Sam finally found that could get Dean out of the deal. It would break the deal of course... But Sam was prepared for that...

He couldn't live without Dean, let alone let him rot in hell. Sam shuddered at the very idea.

The candles were lit and everything was ready as Sam knelt on the dirty motel room floor and began rocking and chanting in Latin. Eventually getting louder and louder and louder.

After the candles went out he'd have maybe 20 min. until he died according to the book. But then again the people who wrote the book usually died. He estimated the time by when the writing stopped.

He couldn't let Dean just find him dead in the room.

The ritual took about 10 min. and Sam proceeded to clean up everything. Dean couldn't know that he'd broken the deal.

Sam would go to the back ally near a bar close by to die. It would look like he'd just gotten jumped to Dean. Dean could find out a few days later when he wasn't mauled by hell hounds what Sam did. Now is what mattered.

It was a short walk to the ally, but things happened faster than what Sam was prepared for.

He had a blinding pain in his gut first that made him gasp and almost lose balance. He became weaker and weaker as he went on and became slower.

He turned the corner to step into the ally when a woman appeared in front of him. "Hey there." She smiled.

"..Sry..." He didn't notice the red eyes.

"You really do care about Dean don't you?" She turned to face Sam as he passed her. "Breaking the deal and all."

Sam's eyes grew wide as he realized who he was dealing with. "Just... let me alone... aagghh... just let me die bitch..." Sam was holding a hand to steady himself on the ally wall now and panting. A layer of sweat was coating his face.

"You know... As long as I'm here, it's not too late to go back... You could live Sam."

"Go to hell." He spat at her.

"Ooohhh, not nice Sammy."

"Dean's... safe now." Sam slid down the wall. "You... won't get his soul, bitch... or mine."

She was examining her nails now and talking in as if it were a normal conversation. "You know Sam, it's not going to happen as quickly as you thought." She looked up and paced in front of him. "Don't get me wrong, the symptoms set in pretty quick as you've just realized. But it might take you an hour at the very least to finally kick it. It'll be long and painful. I can promise you that."

"Doesn't matter..." Sam's eyes were shut in pain.

"Hope you don't mind if I just stick around incase you have a change of heart." She sat on a crate near Sam.

"Just... leave. Now."

"I don't have to follow your orders Sam." She laughed. "But I could leave... What's Dean gonna think when I go to tell him what his baby brother did?"

"I swear to God... If you... AHH!" The pain was only getting worse. It was like all the wounds he'd had in his life were opening back up.

"Poor Sammy in so much pain." She bent down and cupped his face. "I can make it all go away you know."

Sam opened his eyes to look at her. "For Dean's soul...? Bite... me... Ch-Christo...o"

"Fine. I'll get to sit here and watch you go through a living hell before you die. Might want to call Dean to let him know you're not coming back anytime soon."

"No... don't..." Before she even reached down for the phone it was ringing. 'Dean' How long had he been in the ally?

She flipped it open and threw the phone at Sam. "Here Sam. Don't be rude. Talk to your brother." She chuckled.

"Sam?"

"H-hey Dean." Sam was going to try and pretend nothing was wrong.

"Sammy? What's up? Where are you?"

"Went t-to h-hustle pool... Be back later..."

"Sam? What's up with your voice man? Something wrong?"

"No... Just one... two many..."

"Alright, I'm picking you up Sam. Which bar?"

"S'kay Dean... I'm... I'm fine."

"Oh, just tell him where you are Sammy." The demon interrupted.

"Sam? Who was that?"

"Girl..."

"Ahh... that's my boy. Well, get her number and I'll pick you up. Chicks don't dig guys the morning after getting drunk. Set up a play date later."

"Sh-She'll take me back t-to the room Dean... M'fine."

"Sorry Sammy, I don't trust this. I've got three days left man..."

"Dean..." The phone slid out of Sam's hand.

"What's wrong?"

"Sammy?"

"Sam!"

AN: I can't promise when the next ch. will be up. Suggestions of torture are still being taken and appreciated. Tell me what you want and you could possibly see it.

Anyhow, please tell me what you think, I would greatly appreciate anything.

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