The demon gave Dean a smile that made his skin crawl.
"How ya doing, Dean? I must say, you are in a lot better condition than the last few times we've met." Dean ignored the comment.
"I need to talk to you," he said. The demon glanced down at the gun in Dean's hand and walked a few more paces into the hotel room.
"Well, I'm all ears. I see little Sammy isn't with you," he said smirking a. Dean's face contorted with anger and pain.
"I'd say you had something to do with that," he said angrily. The demon laughed.
"I didn't pull the trigger, did I?" Dean's rage increased.
"Why?" he demanded. "Why Sam, why not me?" The demon walked to the window.
"Oh Sam is just so much more interesting than you." He looked at Dean "Oh forgive me…was."
Dean raised The Colt and aimed it at the demon.
"You don't think I'll do it?" he said through clenched teeth. "You have taken everything from me!" Dean was yelling now. "What on earth do you think would stop me from wasting your sorry ass now?" The demon sneered.
"Not ON earth," he replied. "Sammy is stopping you; you want him back, that's why you were trying to summon me." Dean kept his face set even though he could not deny that the demon was right.
"You don't have the ability to do that," said Dean.
"Oh, sure I do," taunted the demon. "Why do you think you're alive right now and your daddy's dead?"
"Stop," said Dean quietly.
"We made a little deal, his life for yours."
"Stop!" Dean was louder this time, but the demon continued.
"You knew that though didn't you? In the back of your mind."
"Enough!" Dean yelled and he squeezed the trigger a little. The demon smiled.
"If you kill me, we can't make a deal." Dean's chest heaved and his form pulsed with anger. He stood for awhile, contemplating what had just been said.
"What type of deal?" he asked finally. The demon looked satisfied.
"I give Sam back his life and I never bother him again." Dean set his jaw and waited for the yellow-eyed man to continue.
"And all you have to give up is your life and spend eternity in hell; I know you've got tons of exorcised buddies down there." The demon sneered as he spoke. Dean had never felt so tired in his entire life. His knees felt like they would give if he tried to move and his mind felt like it could shut down any minute. Dean knew one thing though if he did this, Sam would have a long and eventually happy life. "If it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna save you." Dean's own words echoed through his mind and he realized how true they just might be.
"I wanna see him one more time," he demanded finally. The demon smiled a triumphant smile.
"Agreed. So do we have a deal?" Dean tightened his jaw.
"….Yes."