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Note: So, Sam is summoning something, entirely from my imagination :) Let's get on with it, shall we? And reviews help me write faster, keeps me motivated. You can also gimme any specific ideas which you would like to see in the story.
'Dean. My, my, so good to see you.'
The attractive face of the young woman in front of him was marred by the color of her eyes staring at him. Pitch black.
On reflex, Dean moved his hand to his belt, reaching for the gun tucked at his waistband, loaded with rock salt. It paid to be prepared, for sure.
The demon merely stared at him, her lips forming into a twisted smile. "Uh, uh, before you get all trigger happy and take potshots at me, let's talk about what Sam's doing to get you out of your deal right now. Or if you don't want to hear anything about it, go ahead and shoot me. I'll still get out of this meat suit, you'll be downstairs ahead of your time and looks like Sam won't survive this piece either."
Dean slowly withdrew his hand from the gun, taking slow breaths even though his heart was racing like a freight train. What in the hell did Sam do? And is this the end of the road for him? A tiny twinge of panic ran through his mind, but he held it in. He'd be damned if he let the bitch know he was scared. Okay, he was already damned. No time to think of irony now, Dean.
"What do you want, bitch? It ain't time yet, there's a week more. Much as I would love to say that the pleasure of meeting you early was expected, aren't you supposed to keep your end of the deal? It's not time yet." He sounded more cocky than he felt, and he hoped the demon didn't pick up on that. They were like dogs, and can sense fear from miles away.
"Yes, but unfortunately, there's some welching going on around here. News around is that your Sammy summoned a shultir. Tut, tut, that boy should know better than to be playing around with such dangerous creatures."
Huh? What in the wide world was a shultir, anyway?
"Ah, so the great Dean Winchester doesn't know what a shultir is, and he is too afraid to ask. I'm an excellent teacher, you know, your questions would be answered with pleasure. A shultir is a deal-breaker."
Now Dean didn't know whether to respond with fear, panic, or relief. Sammy came up with a way to get him out of his deal? But wait, if whatever he was upto was working, what is this demon bitch doing here?
"Where is Sam? If you've done anything to him, I swear to God I'll..."
"Relax, bud, I'm not doing anything to your precious Sammy. Whatever is being done to him is being done by him. Poor little Sam, don't you wanna save him? You don't even know where he is. As we stand here talking, the poor thing is being slaughtered to death in the hope that he can save you from the pit. Sure, if the ritual actually works, you're free. As much as it pains me to tell you that, you're free if Sam pulls off this abnormality. But he'll be paying more than he can afford in the meantime. He'll suffer for the rest of his life for his actions, Dean. Are you going to allow that?"
Dean swore under his breath. Demons lie, he told himself, demons lie. But if she was lying, why was she here? She didn't get anything out of this chance encounter, he was sure of that. It wasn't like he was being visited by demons everyday eager to have a teatime conversation with him.
As his mind tried to grasp the idea, the only thing that kept echoing around his being was 'Sammy might be in trouble.'
"Why should I believe you, demon? What's in it for you? Why are you here?"
The girl sighed with pretended exhaustion. "What can I say, there's so much demand for your soul, Dean. And as much as I would enjoy Sam's suffering for eternity, it's not going to look good when my boss gets on my ass about this collection." A brief flash of fear filled the black eyes. "So, for my wellbeing, as well as Sam's, I suggest you find him soon. I can lead the way."
The terror mounting in Dean's body did nothing to help him think this out. Okay, questions later. He needed to get to Sam right now.
"Lead the way. I'll be right behind you. Any monkey business, you'll be in hell faster than you can say Antichrist. And try to keep your mouth shut, I tend to get irritated with demons who think they are too smart for silence."
A smirk formed on the beautiful lips, but no words were forthcoming. She turned around and walked on down the winding pathway flanked by huge trees. The silence was overwhelming. Dean had to run a little to keep up with the girl, tiny though she was. He could sense the terror in the gait, and felt a brief flash of irrational pride. You rock Sam, you're nowhere near her and you still have her shaking in her boots.
His thoughts were cut off, however, when a primal scream of pain echoed around the forest, coming from the tiny cave in the clearing about a 100 feet in front of him. His blood ran cold as he broke into a run. Sam. That was Sam.
I'm coming, Sammy.