Tawny goes to the Crossroads Demon after Dean sells his soul for Sam and offers her a better deal. Now Dean has to face the same thing he did to Tawny. For Luna888.
"What did you do?" Dean demands as soon as Tawny steps out of her truck. She doesn't answer him, just closes the door and tried to brush past him to go back into the house, but he grabs her upper arm roughly, pulling her around to look at him.
"What did you do?" he demands again, louder this time, and his grip on her arm tightens but Tawny doesn't even flinch. "You went to see her, didn't you? Didn't you?"
"Yeah, Dean. I did," Tawny replies boldly, looking him straight in the eye. His eyes are a deep bottle green and Tawny can tell how angry he is just by that. His eyes have always been like a biological mood ring, betraying his emotions to those who know him best. This time, though, is the deepest they've ever been.
"God –dammit, Tawny! What the hell did you do?" he repeats again. Tawny narrows her glare, leaning in close. "I did what I had to do," she practically hisses at him, turning his own words against him. Dean's eyes widen and his jaw goes slack.
"Oh, God," he moans, letting go of her arm and falling back a step. "You sold your fucking soul, Tawny?"
"Yes, Dean. I did."
Suddenly, he's yelling again, tears threatening to fall down his stubbled cheeks. "You can't fucking do that, Tawny! What the hell were you thinking?"
"I was thinking that I love you and I refuse to lose you!" she yells back, throwing her bag down on the ground angrily. "I was thinking that if you love Sam enough to sell your soul for him, just for him to be alive, then you deserve to be alive with him! I get it, Dean! I really do! I mean, I don't blame you for what you did – he's your fucking brother! But – God – I can't let him be alone! And I can't let you spend the rest of forever in Hell, either!"
Dean's eyes go wide, the tears finally spilling over, and he lowers his voice.
"How long?"
"Three months."
Dean turns away from Tawny, running a hand over his face and taking a shaky breath. Finally, he turns back around and starts pacing.
"I'm gonna get you outta this. I'm gonna take care'a you, 'cause I have to, 'cause –"
"No, Dean," Tawny says softly, her throat suddenly tight. She walks over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder, and he stops and turns to look at her. "If you or Sam or daddy try to break this deal or go back to the Crossroads Demon, Sammy dies and the two of us go straight to Hell, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars."
Dean open and closes his mouth a few times, and Tawny would probably find it comical if she wasn't scared shitless at the moment. Finally, after a few futile attempts to speak, he tugs her into his chest and buries his face in her hair. "What am I supposed to do, Tawny? Tell me what to do…" he pleads quietly against her neck.
"Dean, just let me go. Promise me you'll keep fighting. Keep fighting for me, okay?"