Supernatural: Crossroad Blues

A/N: Here's the final chapter, folks. Now will Dean actually make a deal with this demon or not?

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CHAPTER THREE: CROSSROAD DEMON

"I said unto the fools, Deal not foolishly: and to the wicked, Lift not up the horn."

Psalms 75: 4

Back at the crossroads, Dean placed a photo of himself in George's box of Hoodoo Magic. He buried it dead center at the crossroads, scraping the dirt over it with his hands. As he stood, a beautiful young woman in a black dress appeared behind him.

"So. What brings a guy like you to a place like this?" she asked and he looked at her appraisingly. "You called me?"

Dean smiled slightly. "I'm just glad it worked."

"First time?" the demon asked.

Dean shrugged. "You could say that."

The demon giggled. "Oh, come on now. Don't sell yourself short. I know all about you, Dean Winchester." And her eyes glowed red for a moment.

Dean wasn't too surprised about this, considering all of the demons he'd drop kicked back into hell. "So, you know who I am."

The demon shrugged. "I get the newsletter."

Although his mind was screaming at him to run, Dean stepped forward slightly. "Well, don't keep me in suspense. What have you heard?"

"Well, I heard you were handsome," the demon admitted. "But you're just edible. What can I do for you, Dean?" she asked, sliding up to him.

Dean fought to control his body's desire for the woman in front of him. "Maybe we should do this in my car. Nice and private," he suggested.

The demon smiled. "Sounds good to me." And they strolled to Dean's car.

Back at the house, Liz was making sure the doors and windows were all locked and Sam was sprinkling the dust in a line before the windows, and then started making a circle of it around Evan, who was standing in the middle of the room.

"What is that stuff?" he asked.

"Goofer dust," Sam answered.

Evan raised his eyebrows, skeptical. "You serious?"

"Yeah," Sam confirmed. "'Fraid so. Look. Believe me, don't believe me, whatever you want. Just whatever you do, stay inside the circle, all right?"

Evan nodded.

Meanwhile, Dean and the demon were still strolling towards the Impala.

"So I was hoping we could strike a deal," he said causally.

The demon smiled. "That's what I do."

"I want Evan Hudson released from his contract," Dean requested.

"Hmm." The demon thought about it for a moment and then shook her head. "So sorry, darling. That's not negotiable."

"I'll make it worth your while," Dean offered.

Now the demon was interested. "Oh really? What are you offering?"

Dean pointed to himself. "Me."

Hearing this really caught the demon's attention. "Well, well, well. You'd sacrifice your life for someone else's. Like father, like son," she remarked, and Dean eyed her warily.

Evan was now hugging himself, standing in the middle of the circle that Sam was just finishing. He shook the bag to get out the last grains and tossed it aside.

"That's the last of it."

"Well, let's hope that Dean can get rid of that demon."

"I know all about your dad's deal," the demon commented. "His life for you and your siblings? Oh, I didn't make the deal myself, but…boy, I wish I had."

Dean gritted his teeth and opened the passenger side door. "After you."

The demon was impressed. "Such a gentleman." As she started to get into the car, she looked down and saw the edge of a symbol extending from below the car. Frowning she glared at Dean. "A Devil's Trap? You've got to be kidding me."

Suddenly, Evan whirled around at an unheard sound. "You hear that?"

Both Sam and Liz shook their heads, not hearing anything. "No, where?"

Evan heard the demonic growling and looked around for the direction it was coming from. "Right outside the door."

And at that exact moment, the doors began to rattle violently; Liz yelped, ran over to Sam, and they both stepped inside the circle, making sure that they didn't accidentally break it.

Evan, Sam, and Liz were standing side-by-side inside the circle of dust, staring tensely at the rattling door.

"Just don't move, all right?" Sam instructed. "Stay where you are."

The demon was no longer smiling, instead she was glaring. "You stupid, stupid…I should rip you limb from limb," she snarled, slamming the car door shut and advanced on Dean, who quickly backed up towards a wooden structure.

"Take your best shot," he retorted, but he sounded like he was pleading instead of being defiant.

For a moment, it looked like the demon was going through with her threat, but then she changed her mind and smiled again. "No. I don't think so. I'm not going to put you out of your misery."

"Yeah? Why not?" Dean asked.

"Because your misery's the whole point," she responded, stepping closer. "It's too much fun to watch. Knowing how your daddy died for you, how he sold his soul. I mean, that's gotta hurt." Dean was now backed up against a wooden railing. "It's all you ever think about. You wake up and your first thought is, "I can't do this anymore." You're all lit up with pain. I mean you loved him so much. And it's all your fault." He recoiled as she got more in his face.. "You blew it, Dean! I could have given you what you need."

Dean frowned. "What do I need?"

"Your father," she told him. "I could have brought him back. Your loss. Seeya, Dean. I wish you a nice long life." And she began walking away.

Dean was frozen for several seconds and then called after her. "Hold on."

She stopped and her smile grew bigger.

The rattling became louder, more violent, and then stopped suddenly.

"Do you still hear it?" Liz asked.

Evan shook his head. "No. Is it over?"

For several seconds it seemed like it was, but then a rumbling sound came from a grating by the wall…one that didn't have any Goofer dust in front of it. They all whirled to stare at it; it burst outward, kicking dust into the room.

"It's here!"

The demon stopped and turned back; Dean was standing beneath the wooden structure, head down.

"You're lucky I've got a soft spot for lost puppies and long faces," she told him, moving back toward the structure. "I just can't leave you like this. Besides. You didn't call me here to bargain for Evan. Not really."

Dean looked up at her. "Can you bring him back? My dad?"

"Of course I can," she confirmed. "Just as he was. Your dad would live a long and natural life, like he was meant to. That's a promise."

Dean turned to look at her. "What about me?"

"I could give you ten years," she told him, closer to being inside the structure. "Ten long good years with him. That's a lifetime. The family can be together again. John, Dean, Elizabeth, and Sammy. The Winchester family all reunited." And she advanced towards him. "Look. Your dad's supposed to be alive. You're supposed to be dead…and that probably would've happen if my boss hadn't changed his plan the way he did. So we'll just set things straight, put things in their natural order. And you get ten extra years on top. That's a bonus." She was very close to him; suddenly, Dean turned and walked farther back.

"You think you could…" he turned to face her "…throw in a set of steak knives?"

Smirking, the demon took a few steps forward. "You know, this smart-ass self-defense mechanism of yours…" she stopped suddenly and looked up. Above her head, on the ceiling of the wooden structure, was a Devil's Trap. Looking back down, she glared at him. "Dean!"

Dean sneered. "Now you're really trapped. That's gotta hurt."

The demon glared at him in a way that made him glad that the statement "if looks could kill" wasn't true. "Let me out. Now."

"Sure. We just gotta make a little deal here first," Dean said, walking around the structure. "You call off your Hellhounds and let Evan go. Then I'll let you go."

The demon shook her head. "I can't break a binding contract."

Dean thought about that as he continued walking. "Hmm. And by "can't" you mean "don't want to"? Or that "Azazel won't let you"? Last chance. Evan and his wife get to live to a ripe old age. Going, going…"

The demon began to panic. "Let's talk about this."

"Okay, gone." Dean continued circling around her, pulling out his dad's Journal.

The barking was growing louder and closer; invisible Hellhounds were surrounding Sam, Liz, and Evan.

Sam grabbed Evan as he got too close to the line. "No! Back inside the circle!"

Deep claw marks were gouged into the floor in a path towards the circle, and they stopped just before the edge.

'Dean, hurry up!' Liz thought, clinging to Sam's arm.

Dean had opened the journal, and was holding a rosary in one hand.

"What are you doing?" the demon asked warily.

Dean smirked at her. "Oh, you're just gonna go on a little trip. Way down South."

"Forget Evan," she pleaded. "Think of your dad."

'I am thinking of him.' Dean continued circling and began reading. "Regna terrae, cantate Deo…" as he did the exorcism, the demon began to flinch and convulse.

Back at the house, a wind started up and it began eating away at the protective circle.

Liz, Sam, and Evan were backing away slowly as gaps began appearing.

"Circle's broken. Come on!" Sam shouted.

They pulled Evan out of the room and down the hall; they darted into a storeroom and slammed the door behind them. Sam and Liz braced themselves against it and the Hellhounds started to pound it down.

"…in potentis Magnife!" Dean continued reading.

"Wait!" the demon screamed.

At that exact moment, the violent pounding stopped, and everything went quiet. Sam, Liz, and Evan carefully opened the door, and looked around, panting.

Back at the crossroads, Dean and the demon were locked in a passionate kiss. After several hour-long seconds, she broke it, and he stepped back, blinking in a very stunned manner.

"What the hell was that for?" he demanded, gasping slightly.

"Sealing the deal," the demon responded, still trapped.

Dean shook his head to clear it. "I usually like to be warned before I'm violated with demon tongue."

"Evan Hudson is free," she told him already dreading the type of punishment she would most likely suffer when Azazel learned about this. "He and his wife will live long lives."

Dean frowned. "How do I know you're not lying?"

The demon rolled her eyes, exasperated. "My word is my bond."

Dean didn't look convince. "Oh, really?"

"It is when I make a deal," she stated. "It's the rules. You got what you wanted. Now let me go."

Dean stepped back, glanced up at the Devil's Trap, and fingered the rosary.

The demon stared at him, shocked. "You're gonna double-cross me? Funny how I'm the trustworthy one." Dean shrugged. "You know, you renege? Send me to hell? Sooner or later I'm gonna climb out, and skinning Evan Hudson's gonna be the first thing that I do."

Dean smiled and stashed both the rosary and the journal away; he then climbed up and broke the protective circle above her head. She then stepped out.

"I gotta tell you," she remarked. "You would have never pulled that stunt if you knew."

Dean jumped down and looked at her. "Knew what? That my dad's in hell? I already know that."

The demon chuckled. "True, he is in hell, but you still should've made that deal. See, people talk about hell, but it's just a word. It doesn't even come close to describing the real thing."

"Shut your mouth, bitch," Dean snarled.

The demon pretended to pout. "If you could see your poor daddy? Hear the sounds he makes 'cause he can't even scream?"

Dean began advancing. "How about I send you back there?"

At that exact moment, she threw her head back; black smoke poured out of her mouth as she screamed. Dean backed up until he was against the wooden structure again. Oh how he hated this part. Soon, the demon was gone, and the girl who had hosted it slumped to the ground, confused.

"What…how did I get here?"

After getting the confused girl back to her home, Dean went back to Evan's place, made sure that the guy was all right, and picked his shaken siblings up.

"I so don't ever want to know what a Hellhound really looks like," Liz moaned. "And I never want to go through something like that ever again."

"No kiddin'," Sam agreed as they all got into the car and they got back on the road.

Dean shrugged. "I guess, but at least Evan can still be with his wife." And both Sam and Liz could agree with that.

After several seconds of silence, Sam spoke up. "Dean?"

Dean glanced at him briefly. "Yeah."

"When you were trapping that demon, you weren't…I mean, it was all a trick, right?" Sam asked nervously. "You never considered actually making that deal, right?"

Dean stared straight ahead, and then glanced out the window, making his siblings worry. He then reached forward and turned the radio on full blast, not saying a word, and both Sam and Liz flinched.

"Turn that down, Dean!"

A/N: And that's the end of the story, folks! Although, I think on some level, Dean probably was really tempted to make the deal to get their dad back, but he also knew that if he did, their dad would probably skin him alive for doing something so stupid. R&R everyone!