All Roads Lead To Hell

By: Paraflymore

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Supernatural and if I did I would be way nicer to them all.

Summary: The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea.

Fighting For Nothing
Chapter Seven:
"Holding On To Letting Go"

"This is a bad idea Sam..." Dean says into his phone, he's standing outside a gas station some where in Arkansas.

"So I guess its not going well?" Sam chuckles.

He sighs. "Its a waste of gas and time."

"Well if it is then at least you get to take a little vacation with the girl you love."

Dean runs his hand through his hair and looks back towards the gas station. Lila's at the register still piling snacks on the counter as fast as the guy is scanning them.

"Yeah."

"And maybe you guys will find something that can help you."

"How many times do I have to say it Sam?" he tells him through clenched teeth.

"As many times as you want. But at least try to enjoy this trip and bring me back a souvenir."

He's about to say it again when he hears the dial tone. He snaps his phone shut and tosses it into the backseat. Lila comes out of the gas station carrying three bags with big white sunglasses over her eyes and a smile that sort of sits everything right.

Sure, he was damned.

But he had her here with him now and not much else really mattered.

"Did you get any pie?"

She smirks, sliding her glasses on top of her head. "Oh yeah I got a very tasty pie for you."

He laughs.

"Too dirty?"

"Just the right amount..." he grabs her hip and pulls her towards him. "So when do I get to taste?"

"Later," she swoops out of the way of his lips and they land on her collar bone. "We are on kind of a time crunch here."

"Ah yeah the mysterious Pierre..." Dean says, tilting his head back.

"He's not mysterious he's just a witch living some where in New Orleans."

He smirks at her.

She grabs his face and looks into his eyes. "You remember the last time we took a road trip?"

He smirks. "How could I forget?"

"So you recall that you promised to take me to the beach?"

"Vaguely."

She smirks. "Well other things came up and we never got to go to the beach."

"So are you saying this whole thing is a rouse to get me to the beach."

"No we're going to see Pierre but there are beaches in Louisiana."

He sighs. "And pie right?"

She nods, opening up the passenger side door of the Impala. "Oh yeah..."

The motel just outside of New Orleans was mardi gras themed, with rich purple walls and gold sheets on the bed. Huge masks were hanging on the wall along with brightly colored paintings. Dean eyes her as she unpacks.

"What?"

"Nice place you picked out here." He teases.

"It was cheap."

He scoffs. "I am not a cheap date."

Lila laughs. "Yes you are Dean."

He smiles, he really can't disagree with her.

She opens up her bag and pulls out a black lacy bra, she makes a show of holding it up, examining it with a smirk.

Then she pulls out a red one and does the same thing.

"I'm having a hard time deciding which one to wear."

Dean's eyebrows raise. "Uh... Yeah you know I kinda like the red one..."

"Hmmm." she holds them up. "Maybe I should try them on to see."

He nods reassuringly. "That's an awesome idea."

Lila opens her bag wider and pulls out two pairs of lacy underwear. "And these," she hands him a pair and smirks. "I also have a blue one somewhere..."

"Are you torturing me?" He says in a strained voice.

She laughs. "I'm trying to be sexy."

He leans in closer to her burying his face in her hair. "You don't have to try."

She leans in the rest of the way and kisses him softly on the lips, his hands slide up her tank top tickling her skin.

Lila pulls away briefly and Dean's lips work their way up her jaw.

"I spent a hundred bucks on that lingerie."

"Don't need em'." his lips find hers again and words are lost for a moment.

She slips his flannel off sliding her hands down his arms, her fingertips burning down his arms.

He could never get tired of making love to her.

And yeah he called it that now.

Fuck off.

Lila Dawson was made of something pure and he was still enamored by that fact. And by the fact that by some stroke of dumb luck she wound up wanting him. She was something like a wild fire as she writhed on top of him, sending him closer to the edge so much quicker than he intended to go so quickly.

He was no where near finished.

Dean catches her face kisses the side of her mouth and whispers for her to turn over.

She gives him a devilish smirk, obliging to his request.

"I'm close." she tells him breathlessly, her face is flushed and her eyes have this dreamlike quality to them.

He could get lost in those deep brown galaxies if he let himself.

He kisses her neck, right on the spot he knows drives her crazy.

She reacts in kind, digging her nails into his neck to keep him there. "Dean."

He works his way down her body, pausing to marvel at her every few seconds. Her breaths were coming out in short spurts, muttering his name like a prayer.

"You promised me pie."

She laughs, and its the most beautiful sound in the fucking world.

She mumbles something but her breath catches and he can't quite make out what she said.

But it doesn't matter.

He loves the way she tastes, like sweet honey dripping between his fingers and running down his chin.

Her hands grip his hair and she bucks beneath him with something that sounds like his name sputtering out of her mouth. She was begging him not to stop, and it was driving him crazy.

"Dean..."

He was having a really hard time keeping his composure. Sure he had been here a thousand times with countless other girls, but Lila was something special.

And he knew deep down that he didn't deserve her, but she was his, all his.

"Can't take anymore..." she says trying to roll away from him. He's smirking on his way back up her body, glistening in sweat. She pulls him close and kisses down his neck whispering breathless, naughty things to him.

Her fingers slide down his torso and his breath hitches when she takes him in her hand.

And she had him right where she wanted him...

Lila Dawson was not a shy girl - not by any means. She knew how she liked things to go. And when it came to sex she learned pretty quickly what she liked and she was not shy about asking for it.

"I want you inside me..."

And how could he tell her no?

It all ends with them breathing heavily and their neighbor banging on the wall and cussing at them to keep quiet.

And he's laughing, and its been so long since she heard the sound.

"I missed this side of you." She says, pulling him in closer so she can kiss him.

"What side?"

"Your fun side."

He smirks. "Yeah well I am a very happy camper when I get my pie." He jumps on top of her and kisses her neck, and he figured it was a good enough time to say what he had been itching to say to her for almost three years. "Lila, I love you."

She goes very still in his arms, and pulls away slightly to look at him. "What?"

"I said I love you."

"Shit." She whispers, letting her head fall back on the pillow. "That's big, that's really fucking big."

Dean waits, feeling like a fifteen year old girl on prom night or something. It was actually kind of making him want to vomit. He knew that she loved him back, and he honestly expected her to say it right back.

"You're givin me a complex here."

She looks up at him, touching his cheek. "Say it again."

"I love you."

Her eyes tear up for a brief moment and she smirks at him. "I never thought I would hear you say that..."

"I just, I know we're on limited time and I can't keep it in any more, I don't want to." He leans into the palm of her hand. "I wish it was under different circumstances, I really do. I wish I would of just had the balls to tell you it three years ago."

"You loved me back then?"

He nods. "After that night, the first night we had sex I realized it. I was just too afraid to say it." He sighs, "I was afraid to let myself want or need you because I knew that you were too good for me and it never made much sense that you and I were even together."

She kisses him. "I love you too Dean. I've loved you since I was a kid. I always will love you, no matter what happens." She kisses him again, deeper and slower this time. She didn't know if meeting with Pierre would even work, but she had to try, she would try anything to save him. Even if it meant she had to take his place.

Lila was not letting him go without a fight.

Not this time...

…

First she has ever met Pierre she was just a little girl, he showed up to their house in Georgia with a box full of charms in the back of a cherry red Cadillac. He was unlike any other person Lila had ever saw, his eyes were almost cat-like, tall and lanky with a three piece suit tailored to fit his body. He even had a top hat, that he tipped off his head as he bowed before her with a smirk. He pulled a gold coin from behind her ear and handed it to her with a wink.

"For good luck, little dove."

His house was just as she imagined it to be, old Victorian right in the center of downtown New Orleans, the walk way leading up to the front door was lined in lion statues, each one a little different than the other.

She reaches for Dean's hand as they make their way up the porch. She can hear the sound of jazz music playing loudly inside. She nervously reaches for the huge door knocker that was hanging from a lions mouth.

Lila didn't really know why she was nervous.

A man answers the door, not Pierre. He is wearing a suit with coat tails and she has the feeling that when he opens his mouth to speak that he is going to have a British accent.

"How can I help you?" French, but close enough.

"I'm Lila Dawson. I'm here to see Pierre Deveroux. He's an old family friend."

The man raises his chin, holding his arm to let them step inside. "I shall see if the master is ready for visitors."

Lila and Dean exchange looks and Mr. Belvadere walks off up onto a golden stair case.

"Where the hell did you bring me Lila?"

"I know, I mean I expected it to be lavish I just had no idea."

Dean smirks, looking around at all the potentially breakable things that he really wanted to touch. "He called him master."

Lila snickers and smacks his arm. "Please behave yourself Winchester."

"Ahh!" The distinctive voice calls from behind her. "Little dove."

She turns around with a smile, to find Pierre in a lavish silk robe, something that can only be described as Hugh Hefner-ish. His dark hair is combed to the side, and his fingernails are painted a dark purple color that is almost black. His cat like eyes are lined in gold eye liner. "Pierre." She says.

"I was so sorry to hear about your mother, I couldn't make it to pay my respects, I am very sorry."

She shakes her head. "No need to apologize Pierre. I wish I would have missed it all myself."

He smirks, and it really weird because he hasn't aged a damn day since she's seen him last.

"So." He clears his throat, stepping down from the last stair, his eyes land on Dean. He looks at him with a concentrated look on his face. "You –" He points to him. "You're Dean Winchester."

"How did?"

"I know things honey." He winks at him. "Let me say this, you are definitely the best looking Winchester I have laid my eyes on, although I have heard that Sam is a little taller." He smirks. "I do love a tall man."

Dean nods, he was flattered but also a little frightened.

"Do we want tea or cocktails? I'll have Adalard whip us something up." He snaps his fingers and Mr. Belvedere is back, doting. He says something in french and Adalard nods, walking off with a bow. Then Pierre ushers them into a living room area. There are at least six couches, all of them a deep crushed purple with red pillows lined on them. The walls are covered in paintings most of them of Pierre himself, standing stoical, the kind of painting where the eyes seem to be following you. Lila sits down on the couch opposite Pierre, and Dean joins her.

She knew that bringing this whole thing up was going to be hard. And she was wracking her brain to figure it out.

"You're distraught little dove."

Lila nods. "Well I didn't just stop by for a friendly visit."

"Mm-hmm," He sits back, crossing his legs. "That much is a given."

She looks at Dean. "I remember when I was little my mother told me that you were a demon expert."

He nods. "Well given that my favorite lover was from the underworld..."

"Lover?" Lila asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh yes." Adalard comes in then with a tray of cups and food, he sits it down on the table between them, and pours them all a cup of tea. The cups all had P's on them, written in gold calligraphy. Lila reaches for a cup and puts sugar inside the cup. "Demons make amazing lovers."

"We will take your word for that one." Dean quips, reaching for a tiny scone.

Pierre smirks. "You made a deal." He points at him, his long finger not wavering. "Your soul is damned and you are here to see if I can somehow break it?"

Lila nods. "I didn't know who else could help."

He takes his own tea, sipping it and eyeing them. "How long did you get?"

"One year."

He chokes on his tea a little bit, sitting back up and putting it on the table. "You fucked yourself on that one."

Lila clears her throat. "Can you help Pierre? Can you somehow get his contract voided? Without undoing the deal itself."

Pierre eyes him. And then his cat-like eyes shift to Lila, "Can I speak with you alone for a moment Lila,"

She looks at Dean. His eyes are apprehensive but he nods, squeezing her hand. She stands up, smoothing her shirt down and following him out of the room.

"I have something of your mothers here. You know she lived with me for a time when she was pregnant." He says, leading her down a long hallway.

"I didn't know that."

He smirks, opening a small closet door. Dust flies in the air around him and he reaches into a box and pulls out a small journal. "Ah-ha."

"What is this?"

He shrugs. "I never read it, your mother always kept a journal back then, this one must have gotten left behind."

Lila turns the book over in her hands, the year 1984 was etched into the spine.

"Thank you for this Pierre."

He nods, touching her arm, but his fingers slowly tighten on her skin "Lila you need to get as far away from that man as you possibly can."

She shakes her head and tries to pull her arm away. "You're hurting my arm."

"You have to run. You're in grave danger." He says his voice growing ominous.

Lila shakes her head.

"Your life depends on it."

"I'm not going to do that."

"Then those Winchesters are going to drag you down to hell with them."

She snatches her arm free and her fingertips find the gun in her pocket. "So be it then..."

She pushes past him back to the living room where Dean is playing with one of the huge crystals on the coffee table.

"Let's go." she snaps at him and he looks up at her like a child caught doing something he knew he wasn't supposed to.

"Everything okay?"

"He's a joke." she yells, loud enough to be heard in the other room.

Dean catches her hand. "What happened, your shaking."

"Get me out of here before I break something that neither of us can afford to pay for."

And with that he pulls her out the door.

She's seething, and he can see – no feel her anger growing inside the car. She wouldn't look at him and the angry set to her jaw was starting to worry him.

"Do you want to get a drink?"

She shakes her head.

"Are you going to tell me whats going on?"

"I told you Pierre was a joke."

"Yeah, you just... Something else is wrong I can just tell."

Her face softens and she half smiles at him. "Oh yeah?"

Dean nods.

"I just want to help. I have to do something Dean I can't just let you die."

And he swears his heart stops for a second. A jolt of disappointment shoots through his body. There it was. The impending doom he could feel swirling around him. He was going to die and he was going to hell and no one could stop it.

"I'm sorry." she whispers.

He works his jaw, shaking his head. "Don't apologize its my fault."

"You did what you thought was right. I... I can't blame you. I might have done the same thing."

He reaches for her hand, twining their fingers together. It was a simple gesture but it was just what she needed at that moment.

Lila squeezes his fingers. "I love you."

"Love you too." he brings her fingers up to his lips and kisses them softly. He holds them there for a moment just to feel her. He had accepted the fact that he was going to die. It was weird, but he was oddly at peace with it. And right there in that moment he had everything.

Everything he never thought he could have.

"I booked us a hotel right on the beach." he tells her softly. "I figured it was worth the dough just to see your face light up."

Lila laughs. "You're still taking me to the beach?"

"I owe you a beach trip, right?"

"Pull over."

He looks over at her, surprised.

"I want to kiss you and I don't want you to wreck."

And with that sentiment he pulls over to the side of the highway.

Lila climbs over on his lap, taking his head between her hands. She looks at him as if he is something magical, like he was made of gold. And yeah, he might never understand it but he sure was getting used to it.

She presses her lips to his, breathing life into him like nothing else.

If he was to die right then – he would die a happy man.

...

The hotel was really nice.

So nice she wasn't sure how the hell he was affording it. But she wasn't going to question it now.

Yes, her heart was still broken and she knew that in eleven months she was going to lose him but he was hers now.

And he was slipping his shirt off...

"Not wasting any time huh, Romeo?"

He turns around, smirking at her.

God he really was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

"There's a Jacuzzi in the bathroom."

She smiles, opening her bag. "Sounds like a dream."

"You gonna join me?" He asks.

"Of course, I'm just gonna make a phone call first."

"Well don't keep a girl waiting too long."

She laughs but its forced. She slips out on the balcony and dials Sam's number.

"Hello."

"It didn't work." she tells him quietly. She looks out at the ocean, marveling at the sight. Something about the beach always made her feel right.

Kind of like Dean always did.

"Its not our only lead."

She sighs. "Yeah..."

"Is something else wrong?"

"Just tired." she hears the water turn on and Dean's squeal of excitement.

"I know how you feel, trust me Lila. But we still have time."

"Yeah..."

"So enjoy the time you have right now. Have a vacation from all this crap."

And he was right. Sam was usually right about most things. He was smart in so many ways. "Thanks Sam."

"You're welcome."

She hangs up the phone and walks back into the room. And she sort of forgets all of their problems when she sees his bare backside.

Oh, there is a God and she is definitely a woman.

She bites her bottom lip, sliding her shirt over her head. Who needs a beach when you have this kind of view?

He's covered in sand, its literally every fucking where but he won't think about that now because she is smiling at him and she really did look amazing with a tan and those big white sunglasses perched on her nose. She was sipping her beer, marveling at the sea and he was watching her with same level of awe.

"I think this is what heaven looks like." she tells him in a soft voice.

"Yeah..." he agrees, pressing his lips to her shoulder.

"I want to live on the beach someday and just wake up every morning to a view like this."

"Sounds amazing."

She looks over at him, sliding her glasses on top of her head, sadness in her deep brown eyes.

It didn't last long, the happiness, the bliss. Somehow the impending doom always managed to find its way back to them.

"Its gonna be okay."

She sighs. "Yeah because I'm gonna get you out of this."

He smirks. "You'll take down every demon and hell hound who tries to get me won't you?"

"Damn straight." she rests her head on his shoulder. "I just got you back and I don't want to lose you again."

He wraps his arm around her and decides to take a peak out at the ocean. It was beautiful. But he had seen better, he'd held something more beautiful in his arms.

"No matter what happens to me I will always love you." he whispers, promising it with all the conviction he left inside of him and it might just be the one promise he could keep...