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A/N: Well, hello, hello, we're back again! Are you guys ready for this! You know the show, so you know what lies ahead, Drama, Drama, and more Drama. Singer and I have been calling this the never ending season. 35 chapters later we're still in Season Two, lol. It's no easy feat weaving someone in with the Winchesters. Those tight lipped, secretive, distrusting, men we love. *Sighs. Thank you for all the incredible reviews! They mean the world, and truly do inspire us. We try to give you the best dang story we can produce, and hearing your thoughts on what we've done is the best gift one could give. You'll start seeing the changes from here on out to the SPN story line as we get to the meat and potatoes. It's our hope the work we've done up until this point will help make everything feel "Right." Now without further adieu, the conclusion of Crossroad Blues

RSF Chapter 35

Dean pulled away from the house spinning his tires over the blacktop. "You know you can't be around while I do this, right? They'll smell a double cross a mile away."

"I'll be hidden."

"Bullshit, Cora."

"I don't know how I know, I just do. The same way I knew we were dealing with Hellhounds long before we pieced this puzzle together."

Her words were barley audible and tinged with a vacancy that scared him shitless.

"It's because hell is inside me, and no matter how many good deeds I accomplish, or how much of my D.N.A. is angel stock, I'm never going to get rid of that stain. You can't wash away the taint."

"Hey. Hey!" He slammed his hand against the steering wheel and she jumped. "Don't say that shit." His chest heaved, and his words were a feral growl. "I don't give a fuck what was done to you, Cora. It doesn't change who you are, or us." The thought of her reneging on their plans smothered him with panic and doubt, suffocating him.

"You can't believe that." She laughed.

The cackle chilled him to the bone. "This is not you."

"Maybe it's new me."

"Fuck this." He pulled off on the side of the road. "What the hell is going on with you?"

"Nothing. I'm just. My brain is full." She took deep breaths. "I'm good now. We can go."

"Co—."

"This is life and death. I can hold it together for the rest of the night."

Dean sighed and pulled back onto the road. "Stubborn ass."

"Pot meet kettle, baby." She made smooching sounds.

Fuck, she's one of two things. Close to loosening it or close to starting the rag.

As he placed his picture into the tin of George's old metal box, everything inside screamed for him to stop. Suddenly knowing Cora was waiting in the wings ready to hose a demon down with holy water and start the exorcism right at a moment's notice became damn important. He buried the box in the center of the crossroads, scraped the dirt over, and stood. A beautiful woman with peaches and cream skin, delicate features, and a black dress sashayed up to him. Damn they put them in pretty packaging, don't they?

"So. What brings a guy like you to a place like this?" the demon asked saucily.

He studied her, trying to see the demon lurking inside.

"You called me?" She asked. An impatient tone in her voice.

Yeap I got the right thing. "I'm just glad it worked."

She smirked. "First time?"

"You could say that." Normally I'm the guy here to gank your ass, not have a conversation.

"Oh, come on now. Don't sell yourself short. I know all about you, Dean Winchester." Her eyes flashed red.

"How do you know who I am?" he asked, unsettled.

"I get the newsletter."

"Well, don't keep me in suspense. What have you heard?" Knowing the demons talked about him didn't exactly give him the warm and fuzzies.

"Well, I heard you were handsome, but ... you're just edible. What can I do for you, Dean?"

The lust in her eyes scared him more than the red light trick had. Bitch, please, not even on my worst day. "Maybe we should do this in my car. Nice and private." Careful to keep his voice casual and his muscles relaxed he held his breath.

"Sounds good to me."

Got you, bitch. They walk toward his car, and he found himself grateful Cora couldn't hear the demons' weak attempt at a come on from where she hid. The bitch would be back in hell before she could say boo. "So I was hoping we could strike a deal."

"That's what I do."

"I Want Evan Hudson released from his contract," Dean said.

"Hmm. So sorry, darling. That's not negotiable."

"I'll make it worth your while." He drawled, putting a little additional charm into it.

"Oh, really? What are you offering?"

"Me."

"Well, well, well. You'd' sacrifice your life for someone else's. Like father, like son." His gut churned. "Only he was smart. It was two people he very much cared about, and he got to that brown bitch just in time. She was at her breaking point I'm sure. About to go nato, turn to the dark side."

His jaw tightened. The demon laughed. "Sore topic?"

"I didn't come here to talk about her," Dean said.

"No. But it's so much fun." She grinned. "I'm a fount of information. I mean. You did know about your dad's deal, right? His life for yours, and a one way trip to the surface for Cora." She bastardized Cora's name, and it was all he could not to grab her by her throat and read her the last rights. "Oh, I didn't make the deal myself, but boy… I wish I had." She purred. "And then leaving her with a ticking time bomb inside her." She cackled.

"What are you talking about?" His brow furrowed.

"Oh honey, you are completely clueless. Demon blood. What else could've held that mess of a meat suit, placed on bones together and allowed it to heal?"

Dean gritted his teeth to keep silent, and opened the passenger side door."After you."

"Such a gentleman." She started to climb in but paused, glancing down. "A Devil's trap? You've got to be kidding me. You stupid, stupid.. I should rip you limb from limb." Slamming the car door shut she started toward him.

That's right bitch, keep going with the plan. Backing up towards the wooden structure he egged her on. "Take your best shot."

"No, I don't think so. I'm not going to put you out of your misery," the demon said.

"Yeah? Why not?"

"Because your misery is the whole point. It's too much fun to watch. Knowing how your daddy died for you, how he sold his soul. I mean, that's gotta hurt." She twisted her features into mock sympathy. "And realizing the whole time you were up here top side fucking anything that walked, your lady love was burning in hell fire, every demon's chew toy and bitch." She tsked.

Dean backed up against the railing.

"It's all you ever think about. You wake up, and your first thought is "I can't keep wondering if Cora's going to get taken away again. Will we ever get to be happy? Was Dad's sacrifice worth it? Can we even have kids? You're all lit up with pain. I mean, you love them both so much. And it's all your fault." She moved in closer, and he pulled away , playing his role, and bleeding out emotionally as she dug deep into his already gaping wounds.

"You blew it Dean. I could have given you what you need."

"What do I need?" He said with a nonchalance he didn't feel. The bitch's aim was dead on.

"Your father back, a white picket fence with as many babies as you could fuck into your little wifey. Your loss. See ya Dean. I wish you a nice, long, life." She began to stalk off before he stepped beneath the wooden structure and bowed his head. "Hold on."

"You're lucky I've got a soft spot for lost puppies and long faces. I just can't leave you like this. Besides. You didn't call me here to bargain for Evan. Not really."

"Can you bring him back? My Dad, and … give me and Cora what we've always wanted?"

"Of course I can. Just as he was, Your Dad would live a long and natural life, like he was meant to, and I'll boost Cora up to fertile Myrtle status like that." She snapped her fingers. "That's a promise."

"What about me?" he asked, almost seeing the appeal in it.

"I could give you ten years. Ten long good years with him. That's a lifetime. The family can be together again. John, Dean, Sammy, Cora, and the soon to be next Winchester, Toni. Everyone happy and all reunited." She walked closer, "Look. Your dad's supposed to be alive. You're supposed to be dead. So we'll just set things straight, put things back in their natural order. And you get ten extra years on top. That's a bonus."

He turned and walked away. Let her think I'm playing hard to get. "You think you could…" He turned toward her. "Throw in a set of steak knives?"

Clearly irritated she moved a few steps closer. "You know, this smart-ass self-defense mechanism of yours... " She stopped mid-sentence and glanced up to see the Devil's trap Cora drew above her head. Her eyes practically shot fire as she stared him down. "Dean."

"Now you're really trapped," Dean said smirking.

"That's gotta hurt," Cora said appearing out of the darkness.

"I should've known you wouldn't be far behind," The demon hissed. "Let me out . Now."

"Sure. We just gotta make a little deal here first. You call off your Hellhounds and let Evan go. Then I'll let you go," Dean said.

"I Can't break a binding Contract,"the demon said.

"By "can't" you mean "don't want to"? Last chance. Evan and his wife get to live to a ripe old age. Going, going...

"Let's talk about this," the demon said, sounding nervous.

"Okay, Gone," Cora said.

Dean circled around her, and Cora held up his Dad's journal.

"What are you doing?" The demon asked.

"Oh, you're just gonna go on a little trip. Way down South," Dean smirked.

"Forget Evan, think of your dad, or those beautify caramel colored babies you two could have," the demon said hurriedly.

"Oh, this bitch has got to go," Cora said with an edge that made him smile.

"You want to do the honors?" he asked knowing she didn't need to read from the book.

"Fuck yes. Regna terrae, cantate Deo...

The demon began to twitch and convulse.

"in in potentis Magnife." Cora continued.

"Wait." The demon roared.

Suddenly the demon pulled him for a kiss, and Cora yanked her back by her head.

"What the hell was that for?" Dean asked, utterly disgusted.

The demon shruged free from Cora. "Sealing the deal."

"I usually like to be warned before I'm violated with demon tongue," Dean grumped, filling filthier than the time he'd had a questionable one night stand in Florida.

"Evan Hudson is free. He and his wife will live long lives," the demon said.

"How do we know you're not lying?" Cora asked.

"My word is my bond."

"Oh, really?" Dean said.

"It is when I make a deal. It's the rules. You got what you wanted. Now let me go."

Dean stepped back, glancing up at the Devil's Trap. Thinking of the shit she'd spouted off about his Dad and Cora, he fingered the rosary.

"You're gonna double-cross me? Funny how I'm the trustworthy one."

Dean glanced over at Cora who shrugged. He could see the tightness around her eyes. Inside she's clawing at the walls of her brain. Being this close to a walking, talking, piece of hell had her skating a thin line.
You know, you renege? Send me to hell? Sooner or later I'm gonna climb out, and skinning Evan Hudson will be the first thing that I do."

Dean looked at Cora once moe who nodded both of them knowing the bitch was being honest. Stashing away the rosary away, Dean climbed up and broke the protective circle above her head so the demon could step out.

"I gotta tell you. You would have never pulled that stunt if you knew."

"Knew what?"Dean said.

"Where your dad is. Where she was," the demon nodded towards Cora. " The things they did to her, what's coming. You should have made that deal. See, people talk about hell, but it's just a word. It doesn't even come close to describing the real thing."

Cora flinched.

"Shut your mouth, bitch," Dean snarled.

"If you could see your poor daddy? Hear the sounds he makes 'cause he can't even scream? You remember that, don't you , Cora?"

Anger unlike anything he'd every known exploded from his gut. "How about I send you back there?"

Throwing her head back; black ichor poured out of her mouth as the meat suit screamed. Dean stumbled back, taking Cora with him stopping when their backs hit the wooden structure again.

The ex hosts slumped to the ground. "What... how did I get here?"

Looking over at Cora, Dean noticed her eyes were too bright and distant. She was no longer with him. No, no. He didn't want her back there.

"Cora."

"Take the girl back to bar, Dean." She whispered.

"I'm not just leaving you—

"Do it. now! I need a minute , okay? Damn it!"

Holding up his hands in surrender, he moved over over to the very confused girl. Cora could be delicate under the right conditions. Too much and she'd snap right in half. He couldn't be responsible for that. "It looks like you had too much to drink, let's get you back inside."

Cora stalked forward to meet Dean as he returned from the bar, too pissed to even try to articulate the bevy of emotions swirling inside her. He'd done some stupid shit in his life, but this topped the motherfucking cake. They met in the middle of the dirt road, and she pulled back and swung. A crack rent the air, and she waved her hand, in an attempt to relieve the screaming pain radiating through her bones.

"Cora, what the fuck." Dean clutched his jaw, wide-eyed. She launched her body at him, taking them both to the ground as she slapped at him, wanting to cause pain without doing actual damage. When she hit, it was like a man, Daddy made sure of that. She surged up in an attempt to wring his neck, and he slammed her back down, knocking the wind from her chest. She closed her eyes, bearing the brunt of the pain as she continued to rock back and forth refusing to give up as she caught her breath.

"Co, stop it." He growled. He tightened his hold on her wrists, weighing her down with his body.

"No, I want you to feel how I felt. Do you know I see what's underneath that shit! And here you are locking lips with it like she's your everyday stripper. I swear to God Dean! I can barley look at you right now."

"It wasn't my fault…I was doing a case."

"Fuck you, this was more than that, and you know it." She spat.

"You want to throw stones in a glass house, sweetheart? You had your own shit going on."

"Which I told you about, as soon as we were settled."

"Bullshit, you told me because you had to."

She huffed. "Don't lay that bullshit on me. I'm not the one who keeps things in until they explode."

"Right, because you don't leak crazy every now and then."

Her jaw dropped, and she narrowed her eyes. "You go to hell and tell me how well you keep it together asshole."

"Shit, Cora, that's not even what I'm talking about. We've always been damaged." He shook his head. "Even when we were kids, you've always thought I was going to leave so you try to do it first, and I chase you before you can get too far. That's what we do."

"Not anymore," She whispered.

"No, cause when you were gone… I grew the fuck up."

She snorted.

"Why the hell do you think I put that ring on your finger so fast? No matter what you say, where you go, I know you're coming back because you mine. Your last name is Winchester now. I'm your family and you don't ever let go of family."

"Neither do you." She sniffed. The fear and horror she's experienced moments before had receded leaving her empty and drained.

"Like I said, why do you think I put a ring on your finger?" He smirked, and she shook her head despite herself.

"You're an asshole, you know that?" She shook her head , struggling to keep the tears obscuring her vision at bay.

"Yeah, but you love me."

"God knows why," She growled.

"As long as you never stop, I don't much care. If I let you up you promise not to take another swing at me?"

"What? You're scared of me?" She sneered.

"I know for a fact you got one hell of a right hook." He lifted an eyebrow.

"I'm not promising anything. You have a way of putting your foot in your mouth, and I'm still pissed as hell."

"Well that's a step down from fucking pissed." He said in an almost absentminded manner.

"It's not funny Dean. For a second there, I wasn't' so sure you weren't trying to make a deal! Why would you do that? You know what hell does. There is nothing, nothing worth that. And you… God how they hate us down there. You promise me you'll never do that."

"Cora, you don't really think—"

"Promise me." She screamed.

"I—"

Headlights on the road set them both on high alert. They scrambled to their feet, fight forgotten and all but jogged to the Impala. Demons came in all shapes and sizes. They'd dealt with them enough for one night.