The impala sped down the gravel road, kicking back bits of tire burnt debris. The car remained silent except for the heaving breathes escaping Dean's mouth. His knuckles strained white across the steering wheel as he revved the engine faster. No, Dean didn't know exactly what he was going to do, when did he ever? All he knew without a doubt was he couldn't sit there for a second longer. The impala pulled to a stop with a slight groan at the sudden hit to its brakes. Dean thrust the door open, almost wincing at the grind of the metal on metal that reverberated from the car. Not just the car HIS car.

Rain had begun to fall and now made tracks down Dean's t shirt before being swallowed in the ground. Dean tracked out into the newly mixed mud and stood with ragged eyes, breathing in harshly. His fingers clawed at the sticky brown before dropping in the small tin and closing the gooey wound.

"Where are you b**ch?" Dean called tersely over the beat of the steadily drumming rain that now fell.

"Dean, what a treat. How can I help you doll?" A demon drawled who had appeared a few feet away. Her pitch black twirled down past her slender cheeks and to the small of her back. Burnt red eyes peered over high cheeks and flickering eyelashes. A tight dress trimmed the petite body the demon wore, stark compared to the pale skin.

"I want to make a deal."

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"Dean…" Elizabeth moaned softly letting dull eyes look out between droopy eyelids. Her chest felt as if a heavy weight were sitting there. There was a subtle stutter the beats playing out of her heart but she tried to give that little thought. "Hello?"

Well she did not sound good. Her usual smooth voice crackled and snapped at the words coming from her. She rolled her head to the doorway and peered at its emptiness. She groaned inwardly causing a pained raddle to run up her spine.

"You're up." A gruff voice, which certainly did not belong to Dean, called from the entrance. She twisted her stiff neck back to the doorway and saw Bobby standing there.

"Hi Bobby." She croaked out the greeting. Bobby tried his best to cover the worry creasing his forehead. Elizabeth looked worse than the hour before when he had checked. Her skin was even paler than its natural snowy over look. Except for her cheeks that was, which were pink with fever. A lite sheen of sweat dribbled over her features and dipped at her pained eyes and hollow cheeks. "Where's Dean?"

"He…uh he stepped out."

"Where?" Elizabeth snapped seriously with a strength that couldn't possibly be mustered in the frail physique. Bobby looked to the grungy floor and squinted his eyes against the burning truth.

"I don't know exactly…"

"He went to make a deal didn't…he. Like…for Sam." Elizabeth wheezed out still recovering from her earlier outburst.

"That's what I am assuming," Bobby stated sadly.

"Why didn't…you stop…him."

"I tried but there was no talking him out of it."

"You could have… found a way. Tied…him up."

"Elizabeth, do you really think I could take Dean down?"

"Could've gotten…Sam."

"Elizabeth I tried, but not even Sam could have talked him down."

"You should have done something." Elizabeth barked zapping the rest of her fight. Slowly she leveled back down on the mattress with creaky joints. Her eyelids suddenly became a ton and fell back to each other.

"Look, I am sorry, you're right…" Bobby admitted crossing the cramped room to Elizabeth and standing beside the iron bed, "Elizabeth?"

A barrage of coughs bombarded the air as Elizabeth struggle to sit up. A trickle of blood began to slip past her lips staining them crimson. Bobby moved closer and propped her forward before standing by awkwardly. Slowly Elizabeth's eyes drooped closed and the only color over her skin was the deep red which stained her lips. She didn't stir again. Bobby placed a firm hand on the young hunter and jostled her. Nothing.

"Elizabeth?" Bobby called out with terror swimming over the words. Sam barged through the doorway at the yelp from down stairs. The lanky man ran straight for the panic room worriedly

"What's going on?" Sam concerned aloud looking down to Elizabeth, "Where is Dean?"

"I think he went to make a deal…and I think it's too late."

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"I'm not an idiot." The demon chided swaying towards Dean in a sultry motion, "I know what you boys are capable of."

"What do you want?" Dean questioned a bitter taste seizing his mouth with the pitiful words.

"And here I thought you were a fighter," She chuckled making a full revolution around Dean before standing before him with a confident grin, "I want you Dean."

"What?"

"Your body and soul," She explained obviously wafting a hand towards the hunter, "You are going to kill hunters for me."

"I'd never kill anyone for you, but since I'm nice I'd put you out of your misery…" Dean spat angrily, his fingers twitching for the gun in the waistband of his jeans. The demon smiled toothily, making Dean's stomach lurch.

"I thought you would do anything to get your girl back." She teased running a blood red nail over Dean's soaked torso, causing a shiver of disgust to spread over his spine.

"Not that, anything but that…" Dean answered softly lowering his gaze, almost in defeat. The demon clicked her borrowed tongue and shook her dark curls.

"So much for the knight in shining armor," she teased lightly before tensing her jaw in a grim line, "That is my deal, take it or leave it."

"Fine, I'll find another way. We can save her on our own…" Dean barked beginning to swivel back to beloved car.

"She is already gone Dean." The demon informed harshly without waver. Dean looked back over his shoulder before stalking closer to the demon by a few steps.

"You're lying…" he spat through clenched teeth. Rain poured over his hair and dripped carelessly across his cheeks and eyes, but his stare stayed unfazed. The demon stepped closer and raised a hand to her sopping cheek.

"Am I Dean? Even demons have standards." The demon mocked swaying a few steps back. Dean scowled, letting a line crease between his brows as he fell into deep thought. Why did he always get this junk? He just saved her life and now she is gone again, how is that fair? The demon poked her head from beneath the drape of soaked hair and parted her lipstick caked lips, "Since I am feeling generous, I'll add a bonus. You can be possessed instead of killing them yourself."

Dean opened his mouth to protest but let it snap close again as he thought of Elizabeth. He had died for Sammy after all; this was kind of the same. Other people would die though; he didn't have the right to make that decision.

"I can't."

"You see there is a problem with that because well, you've already been sold." Then the demon charged forward and tore a blood red nail through the mark on Dean's chest which blocked possession. Dean stared at the ragged skin for a moment before pulling out his gun, before a shot was fired; a billow of smoke engulfed the scene. Dean choked back the foul smoke shoving down his throat as it left a fiery remainder in his throat. Dean pulled out his cellphone and desperately dialed one number before the demon could take control.

"Hello." Bobby's gruff voice greeted on the other end of the line.

"Bobby, it's Dean. Don't trust me I'm not me. Take care of Sammy and Elizabeth."

"Dean what are you talking about?"

"Bye Bobby." With that Dean was swallowed into a black hole in the center of his mind. He was left standing there where the rain beat his skin and dripped through his hair onto pitch black eyes.