Oh Heavenly Father, Oh Heavenly…Daughter?
Chapter 6
Char's POV
Charoum drove silently along the dark, long stretch of long deserted road. She was only about five minuets away from the crossroads.
The young girl felt her heart seize at that word, but she nevertheless pressed down harder on the acceleration and drove faster down the road.
Dean was gonna kill her, no doubt about it. If their was one thing he hated more then Lucifer or the Apocalypse it was demon deals.
Nothing good ever comes of them. So help me God, Char, no matter what happens you have to promise me that you'll never make one. Dean had said to her one night, drunk, of course.
Just eight year old at the time she had nodded up at him and promised to put his mind at ease. Even back then though she had known better. She'd put her own box together a day after, using the dirt from their own little graveyard as a substitute.
It terrified her, thinking of what Hell would do to you soul. Char was strong, mind you but she wasn't invincible. She also wasn't stupid..
She knew that if anything ever happened to Dean or her father that the camp would go to hell -forgive the pun- in no time flat. People would lose their already shredded hope and most likely rebel, ending up either killing each other or getting sloppy and end up killed by Croats.
So yea, Char was far from stupid. She had the rising IQ of an excelling college student and had easily managed to put together her own box, storing it carefully beneath her uncles seat in his jeep.
Just in case.
Now it seemed that the day had finally come. Though it chilled her blood to think that she was actually going through with this, when she looked back at her bloody, graying family she felt all other feelings other then resolve wash away.
Pulling herself out of the deep thoughts, Char slowly pulled the jeep to a stop and turned it off. She reached under the seat and after a moment of struggle managed to pull the small wooden box out from under the seat and got out.
Silently walking to the center of the intersecting dirt roads she knelt to her knees, digging a small hole before placing the box inside it and pushing the uprooted dirt over it.
Char slowly rose from her kneeling position and looked around warily. Thoughts of doubt suddenly plagued her mind. What if it doesn't come? What if it doesn't accept the deal? What if...?
A voice abruptly cut through her fearful train of thought, "Didn't your daddy ever tell you not to talk to strangers?" an icily smooth female voice rang out from behind her.
Charoum spun around quickly and came face to face with a attractive, middle aged woman in a short black dress. She smiled wryly at the young girl.
"So what can I do you sweetheart?" She purred out, sultrily walking over towards her. Char felt her muscles tighten as the overbearing scent of evil filled her angelic sense but she stood her ground stiffly.
"I think we both know what I want." She answered dully, shocked at how surprisingly hollow and calm her voice came out sounding when in all reality she felt quite the opposite.
The demon chuckled a little and crossed her arms, shaking her head. "Maybe I do, but it slips my mind. Remind me... please?" She questioned in a faux innocent voice.
Char felt her jaw clench a little but she managed to loosen it just enough to respond. "I want you to bring them back." She whispered out weakly, looking down at the ground away from the judging demons dark eyes.
A peel of laughter rang from the the crossroad demons throat and she looked back up in annoyance to see it shaking its head in amusement and chuckling.
"You think this is funny?" Char snarledout, feeling her fists clench at her sides.
The demon wiped away a few stray tears of humor and nodded. "I think its hysterical angel cakes. It still amazes me how you Winchesters, even when your not related by blood always manage to somehow end up here." She chuckled.
Charoum smirked darkly at that. "Just bad luck I guess. Now will you do it?" She demanded, feeling her heart rate start to rise. The demon tilted its head at her speculatively at her and slowly started to circle the young half-breed angel, arms still crossed.
"What makes you think I will? Your precious Dean and daddy have been nothing but pain in my fathers ass from the get go. What makes you think I'll even consider bringing them back?"
Expecting this, the girl raked in a deep breath and went for broke. "Because you want me." The demons eyebrows shot up at that response.
"Oh, is that right?" she scoffed loudly but Char was quick on her feet. "Yea, that's right. Can you honestly tell me that you wouldn't kill for the chance to have a pure piece of angelic soul to tear into? Well, here's your chance. Bring them back and you can have m-me." she finished, stumbling a little as the fear spiked up on that last word.
The demon stared at her with a wide, intense expression that seemed to think that blinking was a sin it wasn't willing to break when finally a loud breath expelled from it.
"Fine you cocky little bitch. I'll bring back your precious family, but only because I'm one hudred percent sure you guys don't have any chance left to stop us, but I think you know that." It chuckled a little.
Char stared numbly at the demon and nodded in a sad agreement. She didn't need to be reminded. "So how long do I get? One year? A month?" The demon laughed loudly at that.
"Oh you wish sweetheart. You got eight hours and not a minuet more." Char's mouth dropped in shock. "E-Eight hours?!" She squeaked out in disbelief. It was so soon!
It arched an eyebrow, "Gotta problem with that?"
The young girl felt her throat tighten but shook her head. "No! So, what... What do we do to seal this deal?" A small flirty smile appeared on the demons lips.
"Nothing really. Just gotta plant one on me like you mean it and the deal is sealed hot stuff." Char felt herself physically retract in disgust at the idea of actually kissing this thing, but she knew she had no choice.
Taking a deep breath, she stared hatefully into the demons taunting red eyes before grabbing her by the back of her neck and yanking her into a brutal kiss.
It was awful. The demons lips tasted like coal and blood and for a moment she felt as if her soul was being ripped from her very body, and then it was over. And just as soon as it had started it was over.
The demon pulled back with a groan of delight, "Mmmm-mmm-MMMM! You taste so damn... clean." The crossroads demon laughed to itself.
Char stared at in somewhat of a shell shocked state for a moment before managing out quietly, "H-Hey, can I ask you something quick?"
It tilted its head to the side. "And whats that?"
Char stared at it for a long moment before asking quietly, "Can you make it so they don't wake up until I say...?" The demon stared at her for a moment, before shrugging. "Sure, why the hell not. No skin off my back." It snapped its fingers before leering at her for a second and grinning.
"I'll see your pretty little ass later." It said with mock sweetness and was gone before Char could even blink.
Char stared blankly at the empty space in front of her, taking into full mind what she had just done before turning around and walking silently back towards the jeep.