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Sam watched his brother turn around and walk straight towards the building's door. "No Dean!" he yelled frantically, "Don't you dare walk out that door! Don't you dare go to the crossroads! Do you hear me?!"

No. Of course not. Silly question.

The door slammed shut in his face and Sam let out a frustrated yell. He ran forward through the wall and saw that Dean was already climbing into the drivers seat of the Impala. "Dean—Dean—stop!" he reached out a hand and tried to touch the car, but his hand went right through the metal. Dean was going to the crossroads—and Sam couldn't get in the car—

He couldn't go with him…couldn't stop him.

With a blast of Metallica music, Dean floored the gas pedal and speeded away leaving a cloud of dust behind in his wake.

Sam stood there staring after him, a million emotions all threatening to overcome him. This couldn't be happening, it couldn't.Dean was going to die and go to hell—early—because of him. "Shit…" he whispered, clutching his head in his hands. "Shit."

Sam looked up, and gazed down the road. The Impala had already vanished from sight, leaving him feeling depressed and empty. It was hopeless—totally hopeless.

"No." he said angrily. "No! You think it's over, Rebecca? You think you've won? Well guess what—it's not over yet!" Sam broke into a run, his feet hitting the dirt road in a soundless rhythm as he charged after his brother.

Running was so easy, so effortless now that he was dead. His lungs didn't require air, his body didn't tire. It felt as though he could keep running forever if he had to. He rounded another bend and realized that the air was becoming foggy, but he assumed it was nothing and kept on going.

As he continued the fog got thicker and thicker with every stride, quickly engulfing him. The world around him became completely silent; even the birds stopped chirping. The sky became dark as the dense fog blocked out the sunlight, casting everything in a gray and murky glow.

Within minutes everything was totally concealed by the fog, and Sam slowed his pace to a cautious walk when he realized that he could only see about a foot in front of him in every direction.

Something wasn't right—he was sure of it. Fog didn't usually just appear this thick in the middle of a perfectly sunny day. But the road was still there, and that was all that mattered. He could see it directly in front of him—it was the only thing he could still see—and it would take him to Dean.

A twig snapped behind him and Sam froze in mid-stride. For a moment there was only silence, and then—

Footsteps. Behind him.

Fear shot through him and Sam broke into a run again, quickening his pace to stay ahead.

The footsteps sped up to match his pace, getting louder and louder, closer and closer. Sam ran faster, knowing that anything that would chase him when he was already dead couldn't be good.

The footsteps continued getting louder until they were practically thundering in Sam's ears. He sprinted blindly through the fog, the road barely visible underneath his feet. He had to escape whatever was behind him—had to find Dean—

WHAM

Sam tripped on something lying in the path and fell flat on his face. Startled, he pushed himself up to his knees and looked ahead—

His mouth fell open in shock.

The air in front of him was completely clear and the fog had vanished, allowing him to see his surroundings perfectly—the road ended directly in front of him.

Not ended as in hit a dead-end, ended as in ceased to exist.

Sam stood up on the road and stepped forward a few feet in disbelief. A few yards in front of him, the road, along with the ground, stopped suddenly at the jagged edge of a cliff. It was as though he was standing on an inconceivably tall mountain top staring down into a great abyss. "This is impossible…" he gasped. "What—what—what could have done this?!"

"Something wrong, Sammy dear?"

Sam spun around. "Rebecca."

Rebecca smiled, breathing hard. "You run fast, Sam. For a while there I didn't think I was going to be able to catch you."

Sam stared at her. She was so beautiful, probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Bright blue eyes, porcelain skin, a killer figure, dark hair falling in perfect ringlets around her face—

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Sam shook his head. "Nothing—it's nothing...did you do all this?" he asked, gesturing at the cliff and the fog.

Rebecca nodded. "Yeah. Do you like it? Oh, don't look at me like that…admit it, you're impressed."

He looked straight into her eyes. "Please…I need to get to my brother before he sells his soul for me. I have to stop him."

"Tough." She said simply. "That's not happening."

"Well why not?!" Sam yelled angrily. "Why, Rebecca?!"

"I'm not going to let you save him."

"Why?! I never did anything to you, I'd never even seen you before we stopped at the Inn!"

Rebecca shook her head dismissively. "You've got it all wrong, I don't have anything against you personally, Sam—in fact, I like you quite a lot."

Sam laughed bitterly and glanced around at his surroundings. "Of course you do, that's so obvious—that's why I'm dead and my brother's off at the crossroads again! It all makes perfect sense now!"

"Don't be all sarcastic, it doesn't fit your personality. Besides, I'm telling the truth—I do like you. You fascinate me, intrigue me…and do you know why?" she cocked a perfectly shaped eyebrow at him.

"You know what, I don't care. I don't care what you think, I don't care what your reasons are for doing what you do, I don't care! And I don't have time to talk to you right now because I have to find Dean, so if you'll excuse me—"

"I like you because you're like me, Sam. You and me—we're the same."

Sam froze and glared at her. "I don't know where you made that connection, but I'm nothing like you—nothing!"

"Don't tell me you don't see the link between us. We're both exceptionally powerful people—"

"Yeah—powerful. Right. I have visions that give me headaches, and you can, oh I don't know, travel through time, distort reality, live forever, and I don't even know what else...oh, and you're insane and want to kill everyone—you're right, we're so similar, it's scary."

"You're a smart guy, Sam—use your brain. I'm over 200 years old. Do you honestly think that all of my abilities sprung up overnight?" she laughed, "Of course not! It took years and years for them to develop. They started off as visions—at first I thought that I was going insane, but I learned to control them after a while, and in time my abilities increased. You're only in your 20's, Sam…you're still in the inexperienced vision stage."

"You're crazy…you don't know what you're talking about."

"No, I know exactly what I'm talking about. Do you want to know what I learned over the years, Sam? Here's a little life lesson for you: people like you and me—we don't belong with everyone else. Normal people are scared of us because we're different and unpredictable, and they won't accept us. They want us dead."

"That's not true—"

"Come on Sam, don't kid yourself! You know it's true…every hunter alive would be lining up to destroy you if they ever found out exactly what you are." She looked at him sympathetically and then continued, "Even worse, your own brother is scared of you—don't deny it, you've seen it in his eyes more than once. And, if I recall correctly, didn't your own father practically order him to kill you?"

Sam shook his head, looking hurt, "He didn't know—" he paused. "How did you know about that?"

"I'm psychic, remember? Anyway, people can't be trusted."

"You had to have trusted someone over the years…what about your family?"

Rebecca let out a little snort of laughter. "Family! That's funny, Sam, you're a real comedian! You know what—my family thought I was insane. When my visions started, my husband was terrified. He thought something was mentally wrong with me…he thought I was psychotic. He tried to kill me, Sam. Said it was for my own good, that I would be better off dead. I loved him. I loved him and he tried to kill me. When I lived he said that I had tried to commit suicide and signed me up at a psych ward. Soon my own children were scared to be in the same room with me, all my friends deserted me…" she narrowed her eyes at him. "And I hated them. How could they do that to me? How dare they? They had no right." She looked up at him angrily. "So I murdered them."

"What?!"

"Don't act so surprised, Sam. For what they did to me, they deserved death! I was scared, I didn't know what was happening to me, and instead of being supportive of my visions they all deserted me and treated me like a freak! I am not a freak, Sam, and neither are you. We deserve better than how ordinary people treat us. They don't deserve us—they don't deserve to live."

"Listen Rebecca, I'm sorry that you suffered, really, but that gives you no right to kill people!"

"Yeah, it does actually. They want to kill me, I kill them first—it's all totally fair." She said shrugging. "Listen to me, Sam. I'm not killing Dean to make you suffer. I'm getting rid of him to save you from a lot of heartbreak—it would have only been a matter of time before he turned on you. You're so much better than him, Sam…he doesn't deserve you."

Dean's eyes widened and he stepped toward her in anger. "Dean would never turn on me! He's my brother—hell, he's my best friend! I'd do anything for him, and he'd do anything for me! And if you hadn't noticed, he's at the crossroads right now trading his soul for my life!"

"He would have turned on you eventually; it was only ever a matter of when."

"You're wrong!" Sam spat.

"People only bring pain." She said sadly. "Always…"

"Not Dean." Sam said furiously. "He would never do anything to hurt me."

Rebecca shook her head and smiled sympathetically at him. "I'm sorry that you're upset, Sam, but I really am doing this for your own good…Dean's nothing but a deadweight that's been dragging you down for years."

"Dragging me down??" Sam yelled lividly. "If anything, I've been dragging him down! You have no idea what Dean is like! Besides, are you really doing this for me? Or are you doing this to get some sick revenge for what happened to you 200 years ago? Can't you just give it a rest and move on with your life??"

"No." she said simply. "I can't."

Sam let out an angry hiss of breath and crossed his arms angrily. "Fine! Have it your way, destroy the world!" he stepped closer to her and lowered his voice. "But if you really are trying to help me…if you really care what I think…take me to the crossroads."

She looked at him quizzically. "Why? You're dead, Sam. Even if you were at the crossroads Dean wouldn't be able to see you. There's no way for you to stop him from making the deal."

"I don't care! Just take me there."

She stared back at him, unblinking, meeting the intensity of his gaze. "Okay Sam." She said softly, looking away. "I'll take you to the crossroads so you can watch…but I don't know why you would want to." She held out her right hand. "Take my hand."

Sam hesitated for a second and then took her hand. The air instantly exploded with a blinding white light, and he squeezed his eyes shut and shielded them with his other hand.

"—following in Daddy's footsteps…you want to make a deal. Little Sammy back from the dead and—let me guess—you're offering up your own soul?"

Sam's eyes flew open and he hastily pulled his hand out of Rebecca's. They were standing in the middle of the crossroads, mere yards away from Dean and the demon, who had taken the form of a striking young woman.

"There are a hundred other demons who would love to get their hands on it…and it's all yours. All you gotta do is bring Sam back…and give me ten years—ten years, and then you come for me."

"You must be joking." The demon said coldly.

"Yeah, Dean, you have to be joking…please be joking." Sam whispered, stepping closer to his brother.

Dean paused, allowing her words of rejection to sink in. "That's the same deal you give everybody else—"

"You're not everybody else." She interrupted, and then paused, the hint of a smile on her face. "Why would I want to help you anyway? Keep your gutter soul…it's too tarnished anyway."

"Walk away, Dean…" Sam pleaded. "Just walk away…"

"Nine years."

Sam let out a yell of frustration. "Damn it Dean!"

The demon looked at Dean and shrugged. "No."

Rebecca sighed at Sam's obvious distress and glanced at him. "You already know what's gonna happen, Sammy…accept it, your brother's life is over."

"Eight."

"I'm not going to accept it!" Sam shouted. "I can't, Rebecca! I won't!"

The demon laughed at Dean, amused at his obvious distress. "You keep going, I'll keep saying no."

"Okay…five years—five years and my bill comes due." Dean looked up at her determinedly. "That's my last offer…five years or no deal."

She smiled seductively at Dean and slowly leaned toward him as though she planned to seal the deal with a kiss—and then turned away at the last second. "Then no deal." She whispered playfully in his ear.

"Fine." Dean said, shrugging it off as though it didn't really matter.

"Fine." The demon turned around and began to walk away, swinging her hips with every step. "Make sure you bury Sam before he starts stinking up the joint."

"Wait!" Dean pleaded, his voice cracking. Sam stared at his brother in shock, mesmerized by the expression on his face. He looked so broken, so utterly hopeless, so…lost. The tough façade Dean always kept locked in place was totally gone, replaced by something else entirely—unbearable desperation. "What do I have to do?" he whispered.

"Oh Dean…" Sam whispered hopelessly.

She rolled her eyes and walked back over. "First of all, quit groveling…needy guys are such a turn-off." After pausing for a moment, she sighed and then seemed to come to a decision. "Look…look, I shouldn't be doing this—I could get in a lot of trouble…but what can I say, I've got a blind spot for ya Dean…" she breathed in deeply, as if to drink in all of his despair, "You're like a—puppy, you're just too fun to play with…I'll do it."

Dean's eyes instantly lit up. "You'll bring him back?"

"Don't do this, Dean…" Sam moaned. "Please just don't."

"I will." She replied with a small smile. "I'll bring back your brother—in exchange for your soul. Little Sammy wakes up perfectly healthy with his whole life ahead of him—and you go straight to hell…just like that…" She snapped her fingers and grinned. "So…what's it gonna be, Dean? Is it a deal?"

Cues the dramatic music

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