Chapter 5- The Crossroads Deal
"Huh…? Where am I?" Sam woke up.
"Hello Howzus. For a Demon, you're pretty stupid." Dean teased.
"Yeah. I'm pretty, but not stupid."
Dean started the Exorcism. Sam screamed in agony and then laughed.
"If you exorcise me, you're brother won't survive." Dean stopped.
"What?"
"C'mon Dean. You know that no person could possibly survive the injuries that we've sustained. If you get rid of me, you'll kill your brother." Howzus warned.
"But Sam isn't just human. He's got Demon blood in him. He's been to Hell and back…" Sam shook his head. Dean started to panic.
"It doesn't matter. He's here. Inside with me. He is getting weaker and weaker. I'm the only reason why he's still alive." Sam laughed.
"Shit." Dean brushed a hand over his face and ran out to the Crossroads.
He ran to the Impala and grabbed his hidden emergency Crossroads chest that he'd made.
He quickly ran over and buried it.
"C'mon… c'mon…" Dean said agitatedly.
"Calm down, sugar." The same Demon that had given Dean only a year to live, appeared.
"I need your help."
"Well obviously. What do you need Dean?" Dean took a deep breath.
"Sam's in trouble. I need you to save him."
"Again? Well aren't you doing a smack up job? Twice in one year…" She was starting to get on his nerves.
"Bitch."
"Hold on Tiger. I'm here to help. I'll save Sam… what's your offer?"
"Give me half a year." Dean pleaded.
"Hmmm… no."
"WHAT?! That's half of my time left that I'm offering!" Dean said, exasperated.
"I'll give you three months and three months only. That's my final offer." Dean stood contemplating it for a moment.
"Fine."
They kissed to seal the deal.
Dean ran back to the Warehouse.
"Back again?" Howzus asked. Dean continued with the Exorcism.
"Oh. Okay then. Say goodbye to Sam…" The Demon teased as the Exorcism was completed and he was sent back to Hell.
Sam gasped.
"Sammy?" Dean ran over.
"Dean… I shouldn't be… I should be… dead." Sam said utterly exhausted. Sam stared at Dean pleading not to hear what he feared. Dean stared back, eyes watery.
"You didn't…" Dean untied the ropes. "How long this time?" Sam started to get choked up.
"It…it doesn't matter. You're alive. That's all that matters." Dean collected their things and headed back to the Impala.
"Dean! Tell me!... please…" Sam pleaded, tears running down his face.
"Three months." Dean replied bravely.
"THREE MONTHS?!" Sam could have punched him. But he didn't. He didn't want to reduce the time that he had left.
"I'm sorry. But I made a promise to Dad and myself." Sam and Dean climbed into the Impala and drove off, tears running down both of their faces.
The End