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A/N: It took some tinkering, whiskey from a flask ( not kidding) and going with the gut. There are tasty little tidbits hidden all among this one. We're looking forward to your thoughts. Thanks to everyone for sticking with us! Your reviews brighten our day, keep us pushing to provide you with topnotch writing, and fuel the imaginary Impala that drives this story. We've passed the one year mark, if you can believe it! That's right you'd been on the road with Singer & Colt for a year. How's the ride been? *winks Without further adieu, another chapter for RSF.

RSF Chapter 34

Toni shifted in the back seat as the Impala pulled up a few feet away from the worn down building. The bar was literally in the middle of nowhere, and it did not slip past her, it's location happened to be smack dab in the middle of a crossroads. Deep down south like this, folks often used dark magic. A chill ran down her body. Goosebumps broke out over her flash, and a sense unease settled in.

"You okay?" Sam whispered wrapping his arm around her shoulders as she snuggled into his side.

"Yeah, there's something jarring about this place, isn't there?" She frowned.

"I don't know, no more than any other place we travel to." He shrugged.

"Mmm."

Dean placed the car in park, and they piled out, walking towards the bar. Dean paused and veered off to the side of the road stopping.

"Hey," He called to the others.

"Yeah?" Sam glanced at her and she shook her head.

"That's weird," Dean said.

"What?" Sam asked.

Cora looked nervous as she pointed toward the landscape. Among the twisted green limbs of weeds set brilliant yellow flowers.

"Think someone planted these?" Dean asked.

"In the middle of the weeds?" Sam said.

Toni exchanged a look with Cora. An unspoken conversation passed between them.

"We know what these are," Toni said.

Dean narrowed his eyes. "These are uh, what do you call em?"

"Yarrow flowers," Sam, Toni, and Cora said at the same time.

"Yeah. Used for certain rituals, aren't they?" Dean said.

"Dark ones," Cora whispered.

"Summoning rituals," Sam added.

"Heh. So, two people become sudden successes about ten years ago. Right around the time they were hanging out here at Lloyd's."

Cora snickered. Her eyes grew in size, and she wrapped her arms around her waist, rocking on the balls of her feet.

"Where there just happens to be a crossroads. You think?" Sam asked, voice laced with sarcasm.

"Let's find out." Dean said, walking to the center of the crossroads. Toni trailed behind, hanging back to stand beside Cora.

"You solid?" Toni whispered as Sam jogged back to the car for a shovel.

"As a rock. This is fucked up and getting worse by the second."

"This seem about the dead center to you?" Dean said.

"Toni this is dealing with the devil," Cora whispered.

"What?" Toni narrowed her eyes. "Hell hounds," Toni mouthed. Cora gave a curt nod. The certainty in her expression made Toni pause. Something's not right. They watched as Dean began to dig.

A clank sounded. "Yahtzee," Dean said. He dropped the shovel and knelt down to dig the rest out with his hand. Her stomach ached and heat spread across her cheeks. The rusty box he pulled from the ground made her antsy. He rooted around in the box, revealing several small bones and a stoppered jar. Sam lifted the bottle. Toni tensed.

"Don't open that." Cora snapped.

Sam flinched. "I wasn't Co. But, I'd be willing to bet that's graveyard dirt."

"And a black cat bone," Toni said.

"That's serious spell work. I mean, that's Deep South Hoodoo stuff," Dean said.

"Used to summon a demon," Sam said, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Dean closed the lid and Cora stepped forward, grabbing his arm as she whispered words too low for any of them to catch. "What are you doing, Co?" Dean asked wrinkling his nose.

"Protecting you," Cora whispered in a voice not quite right.

Warmth spread in Toni's hand. She linked her fingers with Sam's. A current of electricity ran between them and relief rushed in.

"You okay?" Sam asked once again as Toni nodded.

"Yeah, kind of jumpy."

He squeezed her hand offering her a small smile before turning his attention back to Dean.

"Crossroads are where pacts are made. These people are actually making deals with the damn thing. You know, 'cause that always ends good." Dean snickered.

"They're seeing dogs, all right. But not Black Dogs, they're seeing Hellhounds. Demonic pit bulls." Sam huffed and shook his head.

"Yeah, whoever this demon is, it's back and it's collecting. And that doctor lady? Wherever she's running? She ain't running fast enough," Dean said.

Cora gave a sarcastic laugh. "Ain't no place on earth she could hide that would be good enough. Once they got your scent your day are numbered."

"You sound like you speak from experience," Dean said. Toni held her breath. They'd all avoided talking about her time below.

"I saw it." Cora's eyes grew haunted. "Many times, many faces, many reasons. I don't care what you lost or what you're looking to gain, the deal is never worth it." Cora blinked and cleared her throat. "But enough about my vacation under the sun. What's the next step?"

"Let's head a ways down and regroup. I don't like being out in the open," Dean said.

Subdued they returned to the Impala.

Ten minutes later they were stopped at a picnic area.

"So it's just like the Robert Johnson legend, right? I mean, selling your soul at the crossroads, kind of deal?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, except that wasn't a legend. I mean, you know his music," Dean said.

Cora snickered. "No he doesn't."

"Don't like the blues Sammy?" Toni asked, issuing a wink.

Dean's face twisted up in disbelief. "You don't know Robert Johnson's songs? Sam, there's, there's occult references all over his lyrics, I mean, Crossroad Blues? Me and the Devil Blues? Hellhound on My Trail?" Dean smiled, eyes filled with hope.

Sam frowned, and Dean rolled his eyes. "The story goes, he died choking on his own blood, he was hallucinating, and muttering about big evil dogs.

"And now it's happening all over again," Sam said.

"People always think the collection day is never going to come," Cora said.

Toni winced and looked toward Sam who had the same expression on his face.

"We've gotta figure out if anyone else struck any bargains around here," Sam said.
"Great. So we've gotta clean up these peoples' mess for 'em? I mean, they're not exactly squeaky clean. Nobody put a gun to their head and forced 'em to play Let's Make A Deal." Dean said.

Cora's body tensed and her head turned toward him slowly.
"So what, we should just leave them to die?" Sam said.

"Somebody goes over Niagara in a barrel, you gonna jump in and try to save 'em?" Dean scowled.

"You got no idea what those people are going to go through. No one deserves that. I can't believe I'm hearing this come out of your mouth. We help people in trouble. That's what we do. We don't' stand in judgment."

"Co-"

"No! If anyone has ever needed our help, it's those people." Cora clenched her hands into fists. An invisible aura of violence surrounded her.

Shamed, Dean ducked his head. "Alright, Fine. Rituals like this, you've got to put your own photo into the mix, right? So this guy probably summoned this thing, let's go and see if anyone inside knows him. If he's still alive."
"I need a minute." Cora spun on her heel and stalked off.

"Nice going, Dean," Toni hissed.

"What! It's true and you know it."

"So if it was you, you wouldn't want the help?" Toni said.

"It never would be," Dean said. He clenched his jaw.

"Whoa. Why don't we all take a breather. Toni, you want to check on Cora. I doubt she wants to see Mr. Winchester here about now."

"Yeah I could use some air myself." Toni scowled, mumbling prick under her breath.

"I heard that." Dean said.

"Good." Toni called over her shoulder before she caught up to Cora.

"Oh this is a lovely neighborhood. You sure you want to leave baby out there unattended?" Toni asked still miffed at Dean's callousness.

"Shut it, Red."

"Children, we're working a case, remember?" Cori said rolling her eyes.

"Tell your bestie that," Dean said.

"She knows, she just doesn't care." Cora winked.

The familiar mantra made Toni giggle.

"Not fun to be on the receiving end, huh?" Sam asked, smirking as they entered the run down building.

"Shut up Sammy." Dean boomed.

"What's this guy's name again?"Sam said.

"Ughhh. George…" Dean turned to Cora who rolled her eyes.

"Darrow," Cora said.

Dean smiled. "Yeah that's it."

So obvious playing the helpless card to get back on Cora's good side. While Toni hated to see them bicker, she had to admit the makeup period provided prime grade A entertainment.

"Apparently he's quite the regular at Lloyds'. Though this house probably ain't up next on MTV Cribs, is it?" Dean said.

"Yeah, so whatever kind of deal he made..."
"Wasn't for cash. Oh, who knows? Maybe this place is full of babes in Princess Leia bikinis." Dean wiggled his eyebrows and Cora scoffed."You wish."

"Only if they were dipped in chocolate like you, baby," Dean winked.

Toni mouthed. "Is he for real?" At Sam, who nodded, flashing her a duh expression and Toni rolled her eyes.
Sam sighed. "No, I'm just saying, this guy's got one epic bill come due. Hope at least he asked for something fun."

They crested the fourth floor and walked down to apartment 4C. The hair stood up on Toni's arms and the back of her neck. A fine black powder rested on the ground.

"Look at that," Sam said. They all crouched down, fingering it. The gritty substance made her frown. She couldn't place it, but it didn't have a bad residue.

"What is that…pepper?" Dean said.

"Yeah, he's trying to make people sneeze," Cora said dryly.
The door swung open to reveal a middle aged brown-skinned man with weathered skin and hair gone mostly gray. He had a grimy shirt on underneath a worn button-open. His face twisted into a confused expression.
"Who the hell are you?" George asked as they all stood.

"George Darrow?" Dean said.
"I'm not buying anything," George said.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, looks like you went for the wrong shaker there. Heh. Usually when you want to keep something evil out you go for the salt," Dean said.

"I don't know what you talkin' about," George said.

Toni rolled her eyes. Why did they always play stupid?

"Talking about this," Dean said, holding up a picture of George ten years earlier. "Tell me, you seen that Hellhound, yet?"

"Look. We want to help. Please. Just five minutes." Sam held his hands up.

Cora leaned in. "Trust me, where you headed isn't somewhere you want to go with out a fight." Something passed between them.

George sighed and stepped back allowing them to enter the decrepit apartment. It looked like a scene from a slasher flick. Handmade masks hung on some sort of homemade wood wall. The paint on the wall was faded, chipped or covered by a painting. The dark imagery made her guts ache. Bottles with questionable contents were lined up beside a pestel and mortar. He walked past them like a zombie pouring himself a healthy glass of whiskey. The strong scent that wafted around him told her it wasn't his first, maybe not even his fifth drink of the day.

"So what is that stuff out front?" Sam asked.

"Goofer dust," George and Cora said at the same time.

Toni's eyebrows flew up and the boys starred at her.

Cora lifted her hands. "Deep south roots."

"What you boys think you know somethin' about somethin' but not Goofer dust?" George tossed Dean a brown sack, tied close with tine. "Hope the ladies here are better versed. What you're meddling in is nothing to play with."

Dean caught the bag and frowned. "Well, we know a little about a lot of things. Just enough to make us dangerous."

Sam eyeballed George cautiously. "What is it?"

The expression made Toni want to laugh, seeing the giant uncertain felt like an oxymoron.

"Hodoo. My grandma taught me. Keeps out demons," George said.

Sam shot her a look that begged for confirmation and she nodded.
"Demons we know." Dean said.

"Well then, maybe it'll do you some good." George walked over to a chair. Four minutes left."

"What a bastard." Cora mouthed.

Toni nodded her head in agreement. "Right." She mouthed back.

Dean looked at Sam. Usually when people played hardball, her man, being the more… personable of the two, took over.

"Mr. Darrow. We know you're in trouble," Sam said.

"Yeah, that you got yourself into." Dean mumbled. Cora delivered a sharp elbow to his liver.

Sam sent Dean a bitch face."But it's not hopeless, all right? There's gotta be something we can do."

As George began to tell his story, Toni understood his unwillingness to accept help. He felt guilty. He'd called the demon here and ended up getting others into trouble. Ten years of living with that on his shoulders had ground him down. He wanted it to end. She almost felt bad for him. Except, Dean was right. He'd made a mess they had to try to clean up.

Twenty minutes later they were locked in a drawing room with all hell breaking loose around them, literally. Standing beside Cora they waited across the room from a man with time running out, while the boys hashed shit out in the hallway. It seemed hopeless. There was nothing she knew of that could stop a Hellhound, or a demon once a contract was up.

"Summon! Are you nuts!" Sam's voice came through the wall.
"The fuck he say?" Cora raced from the room.

"Just hang tight," Toni said flashing what she hoped was a reassuring smile to the man.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Dean Winchester! You that desperate to get your ass kicked." Cora's word were deep and guttural.

"Cora, I'm trying to save a man's life."
"Bullshit. I don't know what you're doing but it's not about Evan."

"Whoa, why don't we…"

"Butt out, Sammy." They said simultaneously."
"Listen, I can exorcise it, and I can buy us time to figure out something more permanent."

"It's not going to happen."

"Come on, back me up guys." Dean said glancing at her and Sam.

"I like my penis where it is, Dean."

Toni sighed. "You both have a point."

"Toni!" Cora snapped.

"This might be the only chance, Evan has. The man made a deal to save his wife from cancer. It's not the same as George or the Doc." Toni said.

"How much time are we talking?" Sam said.

Cora threw her hands up in the air. "Apparently everyone's lost their fucking minds, except for me. Can't you smell the stench of brimstone in the air? Hells' right outside the doors, and it's gaining footing every second that passes."

"Which is why we need to help him. I just need a little while. It's not easy for those suckers to claw their way back from hell and into the sunshine."

"No, no way." Sam shook his head.

"Thank you, Sammy," Cora cried.

"You're not allowed to say no, Sammy, Not unless you've got a better idea," Dean said.
"Dean, you can forget it, all right? We're not letting you summon that demon," Sam said.

"I don't even like where your head is right now!" Cora said.

"What are you talking about?" Dean scowled.
"You know, you've been on edge ever since we found that crossroads, Dean, and I think I know why," Sam said.
"We don't have time for this." Dean brushed past him.
Dad." Sam said.
Dean froze.

"You think maybe dad—

"Samuel." Cora snapped. "I'll handle it."

Toni gasped. It would all come out tonight.

"Cora i—"

She shook her head. "Not now."

"What? We all know. I'm alive. Dad's Dead, the yellow-eyed demon was involved," Dean rattled off the words. His eyes were blank.

Cora winced and Toni studied her closely as the tension in the hall mounted.

Cora's head snapped up.

"I think I hear it Ouside!" Evan yelled.

" Just keep him alive," Dean said.

"Dean –."

"Go! Red, watch his back."

"Always, be sure you do the same."

They parted ways, minds focused on the job and their roles.