A/N: Well, it's been a very long time since I wrote one of these (since I wrote anything really), but I'm feeling like writing again these days, so hopefully you'll see more. This one was particularly painful to write too, so I may have been avoiding it... Damn Jensen and his brilliant acting breaking my heart! :)
Anyway, please enjoy!
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Crossroads Demon
Dean couldn't tell you later when the idea came to him. When, in the midst of the grief and pain and guilt and booze, that the idea to summon the crossroads demon to bring Sam back popped into his head. But it only took moments to put the plan into play once it did.
He hurries through gathering the items, burying the box in the middle of the crossroad. Not because he's afraid he might back, but he's afraid he's not going to last very many more minutes knowing Sam is...gone. Dead.
Turning, he looks for the demon, wondering if she won't come at all. Wondering if he's going to have to live with his failure. But then he turns again and she's there. The red glow of her eyes clear in the moonlight.
He doesn't bother to hide his desperation. She doesn't bother to pretend she's surprised he's here. Everyone, truly everyone, knows of the bond between the Winchester boys. But she does make him work for it. Makes him wait for it. Gloats underneath the fake empathy for his loss. He shouldn't be surprised when she only offers him a year, but he is. Doesn't spend a lot of time considering it though. He's always known he'd die young. Always known, somehow, he'd end up sacrificing everything for his family. For his little brother.
He pulls her in, his mouth dropping to hers. Sealing the deal. He dumps all his despair, his hopelessness, his desolation into the kiss. His shame. His fear. Anger. Regret. Everything. She leans into him, her hands sliding along the side of his face. He catches a taste of her triumph and her power, and then it's over and she's gone.
Dean stands there for a moment longer. His knees almost buckle underneath him, but he pushes away the terror momentarily filling him as he realizes what he's just done. He would do it again. Do it a hundred times if it meant saving Sam. If it meant doing his job right just once.
Taking a first hesitant step, he finds his control and makes his way back to the car. He doesn't know how he's going to explain how Sam's alive and he doesn't really care. That fact Sam is really back is enough.
Nothing else matters.
Next up: Bela
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