Author's Note: This one is one of my favorites so far (besides Chapter Eight which I'm currently in the process of writing/editing). I mean, it's probs not as good as the original… What can I say, I'm no Resistant Raisin.

Chapter Five: Sell Your Soul


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Ciel remains silent as Sebastian cuts his bonds away with a wave of his finger.

"It's been a pleasure," Ciel remarks dryly, wiping his hands off on his already badly dirtied shirt. "But really, my butler and I must get a move on."

Dean laughs as blood pours from his nose. "You're not going anywhere, squirt." He points to the ceiling with a gloating smirk.

The ex-Earl of Phantomhive looks up to see a red pentagram painted on the ceiling, a near-exact copy of the mark of the covenant he bears on his eye.

He raises an eyebrow. "Good for you, you can draw. Now if you'll excuse us..." He struts towards the door but is stopped by a bony hand.

"My lord," Sebastian murmurs, voice low enough that no one but his master hears, pulling the boy closer to him (so close, in fact, that it makes Ciel's heart thud against his chest and his cheeks flush lightly pink). "It seems that the symbol above us is a trap meant to hold demons. Though I have already broken the seal, it would be less troublesome to make our escape later. More hunters will be arriving momentarily."

The younger demon sighs heavily and speaks to the rugged men. "Honestly? Can't we simply leave peacefully?"

Before they can answer two women crash through the door, aiming shotguns.

"Jesus Christ, woman!" Bobby complains, throwing his hands in the air. "This place is already broken down enough!"

The older, red headed woman ignore Bobby and eye the pair of demons suspiciously. "That them?"

Dean nods, "Yeah, Ellen, they're the demons I told you about."

Ciel scowls. "Honestly, demon is such a distasteful word."

The younger blonde woman rises an eyebrow before turning back to the other hunters. "So, why haven't you exorcised these guys yet?"

"We tried, Jo," Sam explains. "But, nothing works. We even stabbed, er ...Sebastian with the demon knife."

This time Castiel, the angel, speaks up from deep thought. "I do have one idea that might work."

The blonde, Jo, slaps her hand to her face. "Really? You couldn't have had your 'aha' moment before you called?"

"Correction, we need you to help us fight the demons," Cas corrects.

"Whatever, Cas. What's your idea?"

"I can get Meatus Water, then we should be able to kill them with their fears. But first, I must touch their foreheads and see their memories before the water is of any use to us."

"What in hell is Meatus Water?" Dean interjects angrily, because he's always angry when he doesn't understand things.

"Derived from the Latin word metum, or fear. Its exact properties are..." the angel looks thoughtful. "...Indescribable, in the human tongue."

Dean still isn't satisfied. "So what's the closest word to the effect, then?"

Castiel sends a sad little smile in the direction of the eldest Winchester brother. "Terror. So afraid of your own mind that your body shuts down completely. Crudely put, you literally scare yourself to death."

"Quite harsh," the little lord interrupts. "If I may add my own proposition, simply release us and I won't have Sebastian kill you when we finally do leave."

"Shut your damn mouth!" Dean snaps. "Like we'd trust you wannabe bikers. Cas! Do your mojo now so we can get this over with."

Castiel nods and watches on with curiosity.

Sebastian leans down and whispers, breath hot against Ciel's ear, "If you wish it, young master, we may take our leave now. It would only take a moment for us to slip away unharmed."

Ciel ponders this for a moment. "No, why not stay here for a while longer? I am quite intrigued by this Meatus Water. If I am correct, we can only be killed by a demon sword, so I see no threat."

"You are risking living through your human life again?" he asks skeptically. He frowns. "And I must say that I cannot condone veering this far off schedule." Or you destroying yourself for a meal.

"If I hear another word about the damned schedule… Do I need repeat myself, Sebastian?"

"It is as you wish, my lord."

Ciel steps toward the edge of the alleged demon trap and stares down at the angel. "So, Castiel, was it? If you are going to look into my past, then we need to make a trade."

"We do not bargain with demons." he replies sternly.

"Then I'm afraid I can't give you any memories. As soon as one of you step into this demon trap Sebastian will kill everyone here. But, if you allow us to look into the past of two of your hunter friends, then we will get along smoothly."

Sam steps forward. "Why are you risking getting killed for some memories?"

The earl rolls his eyes. "You must be more ignorant than I thought... We feed off of the consumption of human souls. But fear and pain do work as well, though they're sadly not as satisfying." The child gives a nasty grin. "Fortunately, I'm willing to settle for lower quality, at this point." It has, after all, been nigh on fifty years since his last meal, but Ciel likes to hold his cards close to his chest, and not reveal anything unless absolutely necessary.

"So you want to eat?" Dean asks, outraged.

"Well, I do. I can't say the same for my butler though."

"What?"

The boy's patience is dwindling rapidly. "Do we have a deal or not?"

The hunters exchange hushed words among themselves.

Can we trust them?
What choice do we have?
I'll go.
No! I'll go.
Shut up! Me and Sammy can do this.

"Alright!" Dean announces. "We'll take your offer. But if you try to pull anything, we'll drown you in holy water."

Ciel nods along to the hunter's words, not paying much attention as the threat of holy water is a small one. "Very well. Let's get this over with, shall we? I've places to go and things to do."

Ellen and her daughter shuffle awkwardly.

"Dean," Jo pipes up eventually.

"Yeah?" He's irritated at being interrupted, but Ellen's glare shuts him up.

"I… I don't think we should stay here. We have a hunt up in Montana- we were on our way there when you called."

"What, you can't spare a few hours for family?" Dean's really getting worked up, now, hands twitching with the instinctual need for a weapon.

"You know it's not like that, Dean! People are dying."

"People could die here, Jo, if you leave."

"On the contrary," a smooth voice interjects. Damn fucking demons, butting in where they don't belong. "We won't kill anyone whose soul hasn't been sold, so long as the deal we arranged remains in place." Sebastian smiles, an expression that doesn't quite fit his face. Ciel nods along to what his servant is saying.

"A Phantomhive is nothing if not a man of his word."

Demons are the epitome of untrustworthy, Dean knows, but right now his options are limited.

"Fine!" Dean snaps. "Fine, fine. Do what you need to do. Just," he runs a hand through his closely-cropped hair. "Be safe, okay?"

Jo beams. They leave the three hunters and the angel with a spare shotgun 'just in case'.

"Aw," Ciel drawls as they speed away. "It almost warms the heart."

"Shut the fuck up, Artemis Fowl(1), and let's get on with this already."

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Artemis Fowl is a book series about a 12-year-old millionaire genius who runs around with fantasy creatures, I'm pretty sure (correct me if I'm wrong). It felt like a Dean reference.