Sorrowful at Heartbroken Central

Please be advised that this chapter contains major spoilers for the episodes All Hell Breaks Loose - Parts One and Two.

Possessions aren't my thing, don't own them, don't want to own them, but when the boys need some time off, I'm glad it's me they choose to come and visit.

Chapter 2 - Dissolution Denied

Dissolution: "Bringing or coming to an end; fading away."

Denied: "A refusal of a request."

Dean took some time to think about his options after he'd left the place. He'd deal with whatever he had, in any way, time or place, to get Sam a second chance. He'd let him down by letting him die, he had to make it up to him, by getting him back.

He drove to a set of crossroads, any set would do, after all, it's where demons hang out and wait for the vulnerable to make their choices. He jammed the objects into the summoning tin and buried it at the fork. He waited - it didn't take long.

Dean sealed the deal with a kiss. He'd mortgaged his soul for Sam's life. Dean had one year left on his own. He'd wanted ten, tried to barter for five, the bitch held firm. She was, however, feeling in a somewhat charitable mood and gave him one year. One year with Sammy, before he descended into the depths of hell!

One twenty-four hour cycle of that year was now gone. Dean had finally gotten Sam to get some much needed sleep after the events from yesterday. His own mind was racing and he couldn't settle. The yellow-eyed son of a bitch was dead, at long last. They'd gotten the justice for their Mom that she deserved. They'd seen their Dad climb out of the depths of hell, helping them, smiling at them, leaving them. He'd watched his brother murder Jake and then coldly wipe the blood splatter from his face. Then to top it off, the war was finally at hand, with an estimated 100-200 demons set loose. All in all, quite the day.

Dean looked over at a sleeping Sam, so glad to have him back, as he watched his chest rise and fall. The conversation between the two brothers had been gut twisting. Dean had no intention of letting Sam know what he had done, Sam had his ways of finding out.

Sam, laying on the bed, pretending to be asleep for Dean's sake, still couldn't believe what his big brother had done for him. What could Sam say, Dean had given him the ultimate gift. Did Dean not know how much Sam loved him too? One fucking year, that's all he had left with Dean? No way! Sam had made a promise to Dean that there was nothing he wouldn't do for him, no matter how long it took and that he was gonna get him out of the deal he'd made with the demon.

Sam's back was really aching, as he shifted restlessly in the bed. "Sam, can I get you anything?" Dean asked. "No I'm okay Dean, it's just my back, it's killing me, no pun intended" Sam replied smiling. Dean got up and got Sam two pain pills and some water. "Here take these, they'll help" Dean told Sam, as he handed them to him. Sam did as he was asked and took the pills and water, handing the empty glass back to Dean.

"Tomorrow, we work out a plan for your salvation okay Dean?" Sam said watching his older brother. Dean looked at Sam, hesitating about what to say. "Okay Sammy you bet, we'll work on it tomorrow, now just close your eyes and get some rest man" Dean said, as he gently tucked the blankets around his baby brother's shoulders. Sam smiled up at Dean "We good?" he asked. "We're all good!" Dean replied, smiling back at Sam.

The lingering question: The picture on the id, used in the crossroads summoning tin, was all Dean, the name on the id was not. Would this, together with Sammy's help, be enough to break the soul sale?

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