A/N: Well, I haven't pissed you guys off in a while, so I decided I'm going to do that tonight. Haha-- I'll explain about that in a minute... but first-- thanks for the input guys! Even if many of you couldn't decide which was your favorite, it was pretty cool to see what you did think. Anyways-- onto me pissing you off. It's tonight's one shot. No-- not a death fic, but definately not a happy fic. It's my preminitional guess of how season three is going to end-- how Dean will live, and so forth. Basically I've had this idea in my head for a LONG time, and I wanted to get it out here just incase it is what happens, and I can point back and go 'I told ya so!'. But yes-- it's not a death fic, but those of you who don't like not-happy stories... stray away. I don't expect many reviews for this, but for those of you who do dare it-- try to enjoy!
Title: Devil's Deal
Genre: Dark-- nice and dark.
Summary: My take on what could possibly happen to end Dean's deal...
"Why Sammy, I must say that I'm a little shocked… though not entirely surprised," the demon that stood before the youngest Winchester took the form of the 'average Joe'.
Though his eyes stung a painful yellow. Even more powerful was this one than the last yellow eyed demon which had caused pain and hurt in the world.
"I don't see why," Sam's voice was cold.
"You're turning against them," the demon inspected Sam's somber response, "Going against everything that big brother and brave Daddy taught you."
"I'm saving him," Sam spoke near a whisper.
"True," the demon agreed, "But what does Dean get back in return for living? His baby brother that he saved heroically from a fire at the age of four… gone."
"I won't be gone!" Sam defended loudly, "That wasn't part of the deal."
"Oh you'll be in hell Sammy," yellow eyes chuckled and smiled sinisterly, "Just in the hell that people can see. You'll be in the one that's spilling out onto earth. And better yet… you'll be on our side."
Sam could feel the coldness forming in his stomach, "The deal is that I'll go with you if you let Dean out of his deal."
"Particulars Sammy-boy," the demon held up a hand, "You will not only be on our side, you will fight on our side."
"I won't hurt Dean," Sam stated.
"I wouldn't start making your own terms if I were you," the demon's mocking face turned serious, "Your brother's deal is up in less than twenty-four hours isn't it? And I still haven't closed this little proposition of yours."
"You want me on your side more than you want him," Sam reminded.
"Very true," the demon sighed dramatically, "But I just don't want you going against us once you have your way."
"I'm not going to hurt Dean," Sam reminded.
"Fine," his yellow eyes flickered, "You can have that. But you will lead as you were destined to do, and you will fight... or Dean's dead."
Sam swallowed hard, "Fine. Just as long as Dean's deal is broken, and he won't be going to hell."
"He can go wherever he wants Sammy," the demon smiled sinisterly.
"One more thing," Sam held his breath at his next request, "I want forty-eight hours."
"Oh, and why is that?"
"To--" Sam closed his eyes briefly to contain his emotions, "To say good-bye to Dean. And then to get as far away as possible from him. Then I'm yours."
A slow smile spread across the yellow eyed demon's face as he outstretched his hand. Taking another deep breath Sam nodded and shook.
Sam had been gone for over a week previous to making the deal with the demon. It had taken him far longer than he'd hoped to track him down, and it had been close. He now only had forty-eight hours and counting to find Dean and then get away. For the month leading up, the brother's had discussed what they were going to do at the end of Dean's deal. The elder brother had insisted that he wanted to be alone at the time to make sure that Sam wouldn't get hurt in the cross-fire of whatever was going to happen. Sam was the opposite, and demanded that he be there with Dean until the end.
They hadn't yet come up with a compromise before Sam had left to make his deal with the devil, and now he wanted to get back to Dean before he realized that he wasn't going to be taken to hell.
"Thank you," Sam whispered in relief at the sight of Dean's Impala parked outside the same motel they were in when he left.
Ditching the stolen car at the end of the street, Sam jogged the way to the building, and banged loudly on the door.
"Dean, it's me!" Sam shouted.
Almost immediately the door flung open, and Dean stood there. The older brother's face was pale and his eyes pink, giving Sam indication that Dean had been crying recently. Sam swallowed back his guilt; he didn't have much time-- he had to get as far away as possible.
"Sammy," Dean's voice cracked, "Where the hell were you? Are you ok?"
Sam nodded, "I'm fine. How about you?"
Dean laughed at the question, "Dude… it's--" Dean closed his eyes briefly before looking back up at Sam, "You shouldn't have come back Sammy."
Sam smiled, "I had to."
Dean shook his head, "I don't want you to get hurt."
"From what?" Sam's own emotion threatened to leak over, "You're deal's broke Dean."
Dean stood still for a moment, staring at Sam, "W-What?"
"It's broke," Sam explained carefully, "I took care of it."
"How?!" Dean suddenly cried out as he began to pace, "We-- you've been trying to find a way to fricken break this deal for a year now!"
"I found the demon," Sam half lied on his explanation, "It was the one that Bobby helped us track, and--" Sam shrugged, "I took care of it."
Dean's eyes were wide as select tears rolled down, "Are you serious man?!"
Sam looked down at his watch and spoke near a whisper, "It's been a year Dean."
Without warning Dean let out a laugh and lunged at Sam; pulling him into a hug for the first time since making the deal. Sam returned it with enthusiasm, relishing in seeing his big brother happy and alive once more. Dean finally broke away, and used his sleeve to wipe at his face.
"Wow," Dean laughed again, "I mean--" he grinned at Sam, "This calls for a major celebration! All drinks on me little brother."
Sam forced the lump out of his throat, "Definitely Dean. But-- but there's one thing I gotta do first."
Dean scrunched up his eyebrows, "What?"
Sam slipped his hand into the back rim of his pants unnoticed, "Dean… don't- don't forget what Dad told you."
The smile faded from Dean's face, "What do you mean what Dad told me?"
Sam pulled his gun out from behind his back, and landed it solidly to the side of Dean's head. Like dead weight Dean fell to the ground of the motel room. Sam knew as a fact there was no way that Dean would have just let him walk out of his life, and as Sam slowly bent down to Dean, a single tear rolled down his face.
"You're going to have to kill me Dean."