Sam walked through the storm, now almost a complete white out. He pulled the collar of his coat up to his ears and shivered. He was still pissed, but the feeling was slowly turning into sadness. He hated himself for blowing up at Dean, but he felt that he deserved it. The way their lives had been lately, it was like walking on frigging bouncing betty's. Once false move and you'd blow your ass to kingdom come. His eyes filled with tears that always seemed to be there lately. He wiped them away before they had the chance to fall, and walked further, until he saw a blinking sign ahead of him. It was a bar, one they had passed on the way into the motel parking lot. 'Dark Side Tavern.' He sighed at the irony of the name, and walked the last ten feet to the wooden door.
Inside a house band was playing some heavy metal music. Great, Sam thought, try to get away from it, and it comes to kick you in the ass. He looked at the small number of patrons. Two men were sitting at the bar laughing and joking about some blonde with big tits. They laughed again as the joke ended. The man on the left, dressed in a black ski jacket and a grey wool cap, slapped the other on the back. The man on the right slammed his empty beer bottle on the bar and shouted for the bar maid. He had an accent that Sam could just barely place. It sounded like something out of the movie 'Fargo.'
" 'ey wench, my buddy and I need more beer here ya see." He snorted loudly, and his friend smacked him again. He smiled and Sam could see a perfect set of teeth. He was not expecting that. Maybe they were false.
The bar maid came out from the back room slamming a box on the counter. Her red hair was tied back in a loose ponytail. Her grey eyes were drained of life, and she looked like she was about and inch away from kicking someone's ass.
"You want another fucking beer Earl, you get it your own damn self!" She grabbed his empty bottle and threw it against the back wall. It shattered, splintering pieces of brown glass down on to the barroom floor. Earl's buddy stopped smiling. He sat up fast, and grabbed at Earl's jacket. Earl never moved.
"Listen Dana, you're the bartender here only cause daddy decided it was best left to you." He stood, and Sam realized for the first time how big this man really was. He stood a good seven feet tall, broad shoulders that were as wide as the door Sam had just walked through. His eyes were so dark brown they were almost black. This man was not someone you wanted to fuck with.
"I am not afraid of you, so you either sit you ass down or get the fuck out!" Dana moved as close to the bar as would be allowed. She was at last a foot and a half shorter than the older man, but you could tell who was the one with the real balls.
Earl gave her one last look, then motioned for his buddy to leave. They stomped passed Sammy, almost knocking him down as they did so. He watched them get into a Chevy 4x4 and hall ass out of the parking lot, tires spinning on the snow the whole time.
Dana turned away from the bar and began to clean up the mess. Sam slid beside her to help. She looked up at him, and her eyes lit up slightly. It had been a while since she had seen anyone like him in here. She usually only got people like her brother Earl and that dick lick he hung with. Earl would never admit it, but the man he had just left with had been his lover for the last fifteen years. Her brother played it so fucking cool, putting down the 'faggots' and the 'queers' but he was one himself.
Dana returned her attention to the handsome young man in front of her, and smiled. He smiled back, and she almost melted. She continued looking at him, his gorgeous hazel eyes with a small scar above the right one. She wanted to touch it, to feel the story behind it. Preoccupied, Dana never noticed the small sliver of glass that had imbedded itself into her left hand. The blood dripped onto the floor silently. Sam grabbed her hand, placing a nearby towel on it. Her eyes stayed locked on his. Then, out of the blue, her lips were on his, tasting his heat and a beer he had just before coming here. Sam tried to pull away, when a flash of light engulfed them both, and he felt hot all over. The light dimmed, and he saw something that scared the hell out him.
The bar was gone, and they were now outside and were standing in the eye of a hurricane made of snow. It circled them wildly. Sam stood vicariously at the edge of the circle and caught sight of Dana's eyes. The grey had changed to a bright yellow. An eery smile spread across her thin lips. Her red hair spun around her heart shaped face, creating the illusion that her head was afire. Sam wanted to scream. He had been tricked. He could not believe that everything that had just transpired was all a fucking joke, a magic show.
"Oh Sammy, I wish we could have met under better circumstances." The daemon spoke, the smile never leaving her beautiful facade. She 'floated' toward Sam, the snow filtering around her.
Sam stepped back, and hit something hard. Turning to see only snow, he wondered what he had hit. 'Dana' looked behind him and laughed. The laughter chilled Sam to his very marrow. It wasn't a silky laugh he would have expected from the woman before him. It was a devilish laugh, filled with fire and sulfur, and filled the air gagging Sam, making him choke.
"Lovely isn't it?" She pointed at their surroundings. "The entire circle is rock solid, no way in, and better yet, no...way...out." The beast drug out the last three words just for emphasis.
"Why are you doing this to me?" He watched her closely, making sure she didn't pull a fast one on him. Her hand slowly lifted to his forehead, and a powerful surge of heat filtered from her touch. He dropped to his knees, his eyes closed tight. Pain shot across where she had touched him, behind his eyes, and to his temples.
"I know more then you could possibly image Samuel. I know your very thoughts, dreams, and nightmares." She kneeled in front of him, the smell of sulfur overpowering him. He fought to breath.
"I know the very thing that you wish, and I can make it all possible. All you have to do is ask. Five simple words, and all of your pain, agony and heartache goes away." She stood once more, and his pain intensified, as if to prove her point. He grabbed at his chest and fell to the cement.
He knew it was wrong, making a deal with her, but he wasn't in his right frame of mind. A terrible hand had been dealt to him, and he could not hold so many cards without all of them showing. Sam looked up slowly, then before he knew what he was doing, mouthed five words that would seal his and Dean's fate forever.
"I wish I was dead..."
'Dana' waved a hand over his head, lifting him up to his feet. The pain dissipated, and was replaced with a coolness. The storm walls had fallen in on him, and the snow was covering him from head to toe. Sam fell backwards, falling into a drift pile. 'Dana' laughed again, the sound echoing off the winter wind.
"Your wish is granted, Sammy. I hope everything is as you like it." She began to walk away then turned back to the stunned young man on the ground.
"Oh, by the way, this comes with one small proviso." She swirled her hand with the snow, and it disappeared in front of her. The bar returned around them, but it looked so much different. The atmosphere reminded him of where his father used to spend his time when Dean was little. Why was he seeing this?
Sam sat up, fear turning to shock then to anger. He was pissed at himself for being mislead, for being tricked into something so fucking stupid. If Dean were here he would kick his ass. He'd tell Sammy what a fuck-nut he was then smack him. God he was so stupid.
"What do you mean 'proviso?'" Yet, before he could get an answer out of her, she disappeared, leaving him alone in the dingy old bar.
