I don't own Supernatural or any of it's characters. I only own Isabeau and my own original characters.

Dean places a photo of himself in George's box of Hoodoo Magic. He buries it dead center at the crossroads, scraping the dirt over it with his hands.

As he stands, a beautiful young woman in a black dress appears behind him, "So. What brings a guy like you to a place like this?"

He just stares at her, not fazed by her beauty. In his eyes, no woman could compare to his Isabeau.

"You called me?" The demon asks with a smile.

Dean shrugs, "I'm just glad it worked."

"First time?"

Dean nods, "You could say that."

The demon starts walking up to him, "Oh, come on now. Don't sell yourself short. I know all about you, Dean Winchester." Her eyes glow red for a moment.

Dean smiles a little, "So, you know who I am."

"I get the newsletter." She says.

"Well, don't keep me in suspense. What have you heard?" Dean asks, staying in his place.

"Well, I heard you were handsome, but ... you're just edible. What can I do for you, Dean?" She asks, taking another step toward him.

Dean knew that Isabeau was going to beat his ass for saying the words coming out of his mouth, "Maybe we should do this in my car. Nice and private." He smirks.

"Sounds good to me." She says and they stroll to Dean's impala.

Sam is sprinkling the dust in a line before the windows and fire place, then starts making a circle of it around Evan, who stands in the middle of the room.

"What is that stuff?" Evan points to the bag in Sam's hand.

"Goofer dust." Sam answers.

"You serious?"

Isabeau pushes off from the wall she was leaning on, stepping forward, "Yeah. 'Fraid so. Look. Believe us, don't believe us, whatever you want. Just whatever you do, stay inside the circle, all right?"

Evan nods at her demands.

Dean and the demon are still strolling towards the impala. "So I was hoping we could strike a deal." Dean says.

"That's what I do." The demon says.

"I want Evan Hudson released from his contract."

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

"I'll make it worth your while." Dean says.

"Oh really? What are you offering?" The demon asks.

"Me." Dean answers, stopping and turning to her.

The demon smiles, "Well, well, well. You'd sacrifice your life for someone else's. Like father, like son."

Dean eyes her warily.

Evan is hugging himself, standing in the middle of the circle that Sam is just finishing. He shakes the bag to get out the last grains, "That's the last of it."

Isabeau sighs, fiddling with her rosary, thinking about Dean.

The demon walks up to the impala, facing Dean, "You did know about your dad's deal, right? His life for yours? Oh, I didn't make the deal myself, but... boy, I wish I had."

Dean grits his teeth and opens the passenger side door, "After you."

"Such a gentleman." As she starts to get into the car, she looks down and sees the edge of a symbol extending from below the car.

"A Devil's Trap? You've got to be kidding me." She growls out.

Evan whirls around at growling coming from outside. Isabeau turns her head toward the same direction hearing it as well.

"What?" Sam asks.

Evan hears the dog growling again, "You hear that?"

"No, where?"

Evan and Isabeau turn to the door as they hear the demonic growling. "Right outside the door." Evan tells them.

The doors begin to rattle violently and Sam steps inside the circle, "Beau… come on." Sam grabs Isabeau's hand, pulling her into the circle and into his chest, holding her close.

Side by side inside the circle of dust, Evan and Sam stare tensely at the rattling door. "Just don't move, all right? Stay where you are." Sam tells Evan while keeping Isabeau close.

Isabeau stares at the doors with a frown, flinching at the growling. Unlike Evan, she heard the hellhounds growls for a whole different reason.

"You stupid, stupid... I should rip you limb from limb." She slams the car door shut and advances on Dean.

"Take your best shot." Dean says, more pleading than defiant, backing up towards a wooden structure.

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

"Yeah? Why not?" Dean asks.

"Because your misery's 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." The demon says as Dean is backed up against a wooden railing.

"It's all you ever think about. You wake up and your first thought is, 'I can't do this anymore.' You're all lit up with pain. I mean, you loved him so much. And it's all your fault." Dean recoils as she gets more in his face.

She chuckles, "You blew it, Dean! I could have given you what you need."

"What do I need?" Dean asks.

The demon smiles, "Your father. I could have brought him back. Your loss. See ya, Dean. I wish you a nice long life." She begins to walk away.

"Hold on." He calls her.

She stops, smiling.

The rattling becomes louder, more violent, then stops suddenly. Isabeau furrows her brow, confused. She knew hellhounds don't stop until they've finished their job.

"Do you still hear it?" Sam asks Evan.

"No. Is it over?" Evan asks.

A rumbling sound comes from a grating by the wall. They all whirl to stare at it. It bursts outward, kicking dust into the room.

"It's here!" Evan shouts.

Isabeau swallows, staring deep into the hellhounds red eyes. She knew that Evan could see them and Sam couldn't. She glances up at Sam; one day she'll tell them that she can see hellhounds.

The demon stops and turns back. Dean is standing beneath the wooden structure, head down.

"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." She walks over to him, leaning against the wooden structure.

Dean exhales deeply, "Can you bring him back? My dad?"

The demon smiles, "Of course I can. Just as he was. Your dad would live a long and natural life, like he was meant to. That's a promise."

"What about me?" Dean asks.

"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. The Winchester boys all reunited." She says and then smirks.

"Even you and Sam can tie the knot with our special little Isabeau, make her Mrs. Winchester." Dean furrows his brow at the demon's mention of Isabeau. Every single demon called Isabeau special and he wanted to know why.

She smirks, "Maybe have a few kids each? Get that cozy little house that she mentioned. Be one happy little family."

She advances towards him, "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."

She's very close to him, but he turns and walks farther back, "You think you could…" He turns to face her, "...Throw in a set of steak knives?"

The demon takes a few steps forward, chuckling, "You know, this smart-ass self-defense mechanism of yours…"

She stops and looks up. Above her head, on the ceiling of the wooden structure, is a Devil's Trap. She glares at him, "Dean!"

Dean smirks, "Now you're really trapped. That's gotta hurt."

"Let me out. Now." The demon demands.

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

She smiles, "I can't break a binding contract."

Dean hums, "Hmm. And 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 says.

"Okay, gone." He circles around her, pulling out John's journal.

The barking is growing louder and closer, to Sam the Hellhounds surrounding them were invisible, but Isabeau could see them as clear as day.

"No! Back inside the circle!" Sam shouts, pushing Evan and Isabeau behind him.

Deep claw marks are gouged into the floor in a path towards the circle and they stop just before the edge.

"Come on, Dean." Sam grits out.

Dean has opened the journal and he holds a rosary in one hand.

"What are you doing?" The demon asks.

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

"Forget Evan. Think of your dad." The demon says desperately.

Dean thinks for a moment before scoffing, "Regna terrae, cantate Deo…" He continues the exorcism, circling the demon, who begins to flinch and convulse.

Sam, Isabeau and Evan back away slowly as the wind starts to eat away at their protective circle.

"Circle's broken. Come on!" Sam shouts, grabbing Isabeau's arm as she grabs Evan's. They pull Evan out of the room and down the hall.

"Go! We can split them up!" Isabeau says, running down a different hall.

"Isabeau!" Sam shouts, groaning at his girlfriends actions. He continues to run with Evan, darting into a storeroom and slamming the door behind them.

Sam braces himself against it and the Hellhounds start to pound it down.

Isabeau runs down a hallway, skidding to a stop when she comes to a dead end, "Shit." She freezes when she hears a low growling behind her.

She turns around slowly, and a few feet into the hallway are two hellhounds staring her down, stalking closer to her.

Isabeau backs up, her back thudding against the wall and slides down to the floor. Her gaze never leaves the hellhounds piercing red eyes.

They come closer and closer until the two hellhounds are face to face with her. She closes her eyes, waiting. She hears the hellhounds sniffing her and opens her eyes in shock as she feels the two hellhounds start licking her face.

She starts to giggle quietly, petting the two hellhounds on their heads, "I was wondering when you two were going to remember me."

The hellhounds wag their tails happily, continuing to lick her face, whining in happiness as they curl up to her.

"...in potentis Magnife!" Dean continues his exorcism.

"Wait!" The demon shouts.

The violent pounding stops and everything goes quiet. Sam and Evan look around, panting.

In another hallway, Isabeau looks up as the other hellhounds stand at the end of the hallway, waiting for the two next to Isabeau.

"Go." Isabeau simply says and the two hellhounds run to the others and all of them disappear from Isabeau's sight.

Isabeau gets up from the ground and frowns. She never knew why she could see hellhounds, it seemed normal because her father and brothers could see them too.

"Beau!" Sam shouts, stopping at the end of the hallway, sighing in relief when he sees Isabeau unharmed.

He runs over to her and pulls her into a bone crushing hug, "Don't ever do that again." He scolds her.

"You got-" She's cut off as Sam passionately kisses her.

They pull away and Isabeau chuckles at him, "With kisses like that, maybe I should put myself in peril more often?"

Sam shakes his head, chuckling, "Just shut up and kiss me."

Dean and the demon are locked in a kiss. Before the demon could turn it into a passionate one, Dean pushes her away in disgust, whipping his mouth, stepping back, "What the hell was that for?" He's gonna wash his mouth out vigorously when he gets the chance.

The demon smiles, "Sealing the deal."

Dean grimaces, "I usually like to be warned before I'm violated with demon tongue."

"Evan Hudson is free. He and his wife will live long lives." The demon tells him.

"How do I know you're not lying?" Dean asks.

"My word is my bond."

Dean nods, "Oh, really?"

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

Dean steps back, glancing up at the Devil's Trap and he fingers the rosary, being reminded of Isabeau.

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

Dean shrugs.

"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." The demon tells him.

She then smirks, "And you'll never know why yours and Sam's Isabeau is so special."

Dean clenches his jaw, glaring at her, "You shut up about Isabeau."

The demon chuckles, "But you're curious. You and Sam. I will tell you this free of charge. When we demons say she's special, believe us when we say she is. Every demon knows that Isabeau is off limits; no killing and no making deals with her. Though a little beating doesn't hurt."

"Why?" Dean growls out.

"I knew you were curious." She sighs, smiling, "We were told not to by those higher than us. It may be surprising to you, but Isabeau is a favorite in hell. Even has a whole spot just set up for her. Though she doesn't know any of this."

The demon continues, "Many care for her; good and evil. And one day, she will become her true self."

Dean sighs, "How does she not know any of this? What is she?"

The demon shrugs, "Memories locked away by one of the people she loves most. Slowly she will start to remember. But, what she is… that's something she needs to figure out herself… if she lives long enough."

Dean raises his brow as the demon continues her tangent, "John even tried to save Isabeau too." She smirks when she sees that she gets a reaction out of Dean, "But, it didn't work out like he hoped."

Dean exhales, taking in the information, He stashes the rosary away, climbs up and breaks the protective circle above her head.

She steps out, "I gotta tell you. You would have never pulled that stunt if you knew."

"Knew what?" Dean asks.

"Where your dad is. 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." The demon says.

Dean smirks, "Shut your mouth, bitch."

"If you could see your poor daddy? Hear the sounds he makes 'cause he can't even scream?" The demon taunts him.

Dean advances, "How about I send you back there?"

She throws her head back and black ichor pours out of her mouth as she screams. Dean backs up until he's against the wooden structure again.

The demon is gone, and the girl who had hosted it slumps to the ground, confused, "What... how did I get here?"

Dean is driving down a dark road as Sam broods beside him, "Demons lie all the time, right? Maybe she was lying." He glances over at Isabeau who was laying down in the backseat, sound asleep.

"Come on. That really what you think?" Dean glances at Sam. Sam looks down.

"How could he do it?" Dean asks aloud.

"He did it for you." Sam answers.

Dean smiles bitterly, "Exactly. How am I supposed to live with that? You know, the thought of him... wherever he is right now."

He shakes his head, "I mean, he spent his whole life chasing that... yellow-eyed son of a bitch. He should have gone out fighting. That was supposed to be his legacy. You know? Not bargaining with the damn thing. Not this."

"How many people do you think Dad saved? Total?" Sam asks.

"That's not the point, Sam."

"Evan Hudson is safe because of what Dad taught us. That's his legacy, Dean. But we're still here, man. So we gotta keep going, for him." Sam pauses, "Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"When you were trapping that demon, you weren't... I mean, it was all a trick, right? You never considered actually making that deal, right?" Sam asks nervously.

Dean stares straight ahead, then glances out the window. He reaches forward, about to turn the radio on full blast, but stops. He glances in the rearview mirror at Isabeau's unconscious body and pulls his hand away from the radio.

Dean ignores Sam's words, "She told me about Isabeau."

Sam flinches at Dean's change of subject, "What did she say?"

Dean swallows, "That Isabeau is off limits to demons in hell. No killing or making deals with her, though apparently a beating here and there is okay."

"Why is she off limits? That makes no sense. Yellow-eyes tried to kill her, Dean." Sam asks, confused.

His brother shrugs, "She said that those higher than her have ordered them not to, but I don't know, man. Maybe yellow-eyes was testing out something. The demon said that dad tried to save Isabeau too. Maybe yellow-eyes said no and wanted to see what would happen."

Sam shakes his head, "Even then, what in the world brought Isabeau back? If it wasn't the demon, then who?"

Dean sighs, rubbing his face, "I don't know. Whatever is going on, Isabeau doesn't even know. I mean, she told us herself. She's starting to remember things from her childhood that she doesn't remember even happening."

He scoffs, "Not to mention she just found out Ellen is her godmother because her parents told her not to tell Isabeau." He bites his lips, "I love Isabeau's parents, but I think they're hiding stuff from her."

Sam looks over his shoulder, Isabeau hasn't stirred once, "I hope that's not true."

Dean nods, "I hope so too."

Isabeau walks out into a park, looking up at the moon that was shining down at her from up above, "Yeah, just send it all to the mansion with the girls. They'll know where to place them." She says over the phone.

"All of these paintings, black mamba?" Her Uncle C asks through the phone.

Isabeau nods, "Yeah, the man deserved a little recognition for his work."

Uncle C sighs, "Always a softy. Even for those who made deals."

Isabeau rolls her eyes, "Just please send them to the girls. I know they'll enjoy them."

"All right, black mamba, as you wish. It'll be wonderful to see the girls again. Your little coven is adorable." Uncle C teases.

She chuckles, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure they'll be happy to see you too. By the way, I know I owe you that week, think we can do that soon? I'm pretty sure we'll be going on hunt after hunt in a bit."

Uncle C hums, "Sounds lovely. How is your little relationship going? I hope they're treating you well."

Isabeau nods, "Yes, Uncle. They've been absolutely wonderful. No need to send in the cavalry."

"Where are they? I would think you would be right by their side at one in the morning?"

She pauses, "They're at a motel a few blocks away sleeping, I just needed to go for a little walk. Clear my head and all that."

"I see." Uncle C smiles on the other line, "Well enjoy your little nighttime stroll, I will be arriving at the mansion sometime tomorrow with the paintings. I love you, black mamba."

"Love you too, Uncle C." She hangs up her phone, shoving it in her jacket pocket.

She sighes, pulling out a tennis ball from her other pocket, tossing it in the air before smirking and throwing it into a small batch of trees. It disappears from her sight and she looks out into the trees; waiting, "Come on… come on." She whispers.

Isabeau smiles as she hears a howl in the distance. From the darkness of the trees comes running out a black german shepherd dog with red eyes, holding the tennis ball in it's mouth. Isabeau falls to her knees, patting them, beckoning the dog over to her, "Come on, Ophelia! Come on!"

The black german shepherd, Ophelia, drops the tennis ball in front of Isabeau, instantly attacking Isabeau with licks all over her face, climbing all over her. Isabeau laughs as she pets Ophelia's fur, "Good girl. I missed you too."

Ophelia drops to the ground on her back, letting Isabeau give her tummy rubs, "Such a good girl!" Isabeau praises Ophelia. She picks up the tennis ball, getting up and starts to run away from Ophelia, "Come on, girl!"

Ophelia instantly gets up, following her owner and plays fetch with her. Isabeau laughs as she plays with Ophelia.

She loved her little hellhound.

Isabeau smiles sadly as she watches Ophelia run back into the batch of trees, her fur letting her blend into the shadows, making it seem like she was never there.

She tilts her head at the sound of an engine pulling up to the sidewalk next to the park. She turns around, sighing when she sees the impala pull up and the engine turns off.

Dean steps out of the impala, leaning against the hood, staring at Isabeau. Isabeau shoves her hands in her pockets, walking over to her boyfriend, "Hey." She says when she steps in front of him.

"It's two in the morning, Isabeau." Dean points out to her.

Isabeau shrugs, "Needed to go for a walk. Wasn't tired. Slept in the car, remember."

Dean hums, sliding his fingers into her belt loops, spreading his legs, and pulls her to him so she stands in between his legs, "Could've asked for some company?"

Isabeau removes her hands from her pockets, placing them on Dean's shoulders, "As you said, two in the morning, Dearie. You and Sam were asleep."

Isabeau moves her hand to Dean's face, tracing his lips with her finger, "You should've let me come with you. I would've punched the bitch for kissing you."

Dean chuckles, grabbing her hand and placing a kiss on the inside of her wrist, "I love it when you're like this." He sighs, "I pushed her away the second she did that, Beau."

She hums, "I know, it wasn't your fault, Dean." She leans forward, her lips just inches away from his, "But how about you place those beautiful lips on mine?" Isabeau suggests with a smirk.

Dean matches it, "Happy to, sweetheart."

Their lips lock in a passionate kiss, Isabeau's arms wrap around Dean's neck as his hands move to Isabeau's ass, squeezing it as they kiss.

Isabeau moans out as Dean stands up, hooking his arms under her thighs, and lifting her off the ground. Her legs wrap around Dean's waist as he places his hands back on her ass, holding her up as they continue to kiss.

Dean manages to walk over to the backseat door of the impala, opening it with one hand, and holding Isabeau up with one hand while doing so.

He leans down into the back seat, setting Isabeau down, climbing in and shutting the door with them inside. Dean moves straddling Isabeau's waist as he removes his jacket, throwing it off to the side, along with his t-shirt, revealing her toned torso.

While Dean was doing that, Isabeau was removing her own jacket and t-shirt, both articles of clothing flying into the front seat to be found a few hours later. She shivers as the cool night air hits her skin, only the top part of her body covered by her black lace bra.

Dean looks down at Isabeau, as she unbuttons her jeans. "No." He grabs her hands, stopping her. Isabeau looks up at him, breathing deeply, "Dean…" She whispers.

"I want to do it." He leans down, leaving a trail of light kisses from her jawline, slowly making his way down her chest and down her stomach. His fingers work tantalizingly slow at sliding down her jeans; he wanted to take his sweet time with her.

Isabeau sighs blissfully at Dean's kisses and her breath lightly hitches as she feels the cold metal of his necklace touch her bare skin.

"I love you." She breathes out.

Dean moves up, placing a passionate kiss on her lips once more. He whispers three words that were only meant for her, "I love you."

Welp! I'm just gonna place this here and run away. I honestly didn't know how I wanted to go about this episode, but I decided not to put Isabeau with Dean for the reason of hellhounds and that Isabeau can see them. Also, I'm slowly getting comfortable writing more... intimate scenes, not smut level yet, I'm working slowly up to it. I was thinking of publishing another story filled with little behind the scene snippets. Just moments between the three of them that I can't really fit in the episodes or that are not "plot" important. Also maybe even some smut? Let me know what you think and if you would like to read stuff like that.

Feedback is my motivation.

Hope you all enjoyed!