It was agonizing the first time he summoned her. An unexperienced hunter. Calling into the void for a creature he was not sure of.
Landing heaped on her hands and knees; the stink of sulfur covered the room.
Standing on the edge of summoning circle was a teenage boy, maybe 19. Short dark blond hair spiking up in spots and green eyes wide in shock.
"holy shit" his voice was a raspy breath and she forced herself to her feet.
"You're not Winchester" her own voice was quiet. This kid was too familiar. He smelt just like the Hunter but seemed too…beaten?
"My Dad" he sputtered before cussing under his breath.
A soft smile curled her lips at the sight of his face turning red at his mistake. "You're Johns oldest then, Dean"
Dean's eyes snapped back to her and he straightened his shoulders standing fully. He cleared his throat, "Yeah I am, and I summoned you for a reason demon, I"
"Levarra"
He fell silent, blinking owlishly.
"My name is Levarra…and this. Is all unnecessary" She took a few steps forward and placed a converse covered foot on the opposite side of the chalk line. Right beside Deans boot.
"Fuck" Dean shuffled back reaching into his jacket.
Levarra hissed and in the next second she was by the fridge. Dean fumbled and stood staring at her holy water in hand.
"Relax Dean, clearly you summoned me for something, you found my ritual in your fathers' little book there… now what is it?"
"Can you find people?"
She tilted her head, "has someone run off?"
Dean fixed his shirt, hand going into his jean pockets. "My little brother, and if I don't find him before dad gets back" he trailed off eyes searching the walls of the dingy hotel room.
She sighed, "alright then Dean, I'll find him"
"What do I owe in return?"
She raised an eyebrow "Owe?"
Deans eye raised meeting hers, "like...my soul or?"
Levarra felt that soft smile creeping back "Tell you what Dean, how about this time we just shake on it" she held out her hand.
Dean stared at it briefly before inching across the room slowly and gripped her hand.
"That's it?"
She nodded "That's it"
The scent of cinnamon dusted the air and Dean was staring at an empty space hand aloft.