Dean's P.O.V.
I stood in the corner of the room where we had laid my brother's lifeless body on a bed three days ago and chewed on my bottom lip, the skin already raw. I flicked my eyes to where Alice sat in a chair, her chest moving evenly with her deep breaths of sleep. She had barely left the room or slept until now so we didn't try to wake her. I swallowed hard and looked away, turning my attention to my brother again. From the moment my brother died in my arms I had basically decided that I was ready to sell my soul to get him back. The only reason that I hadn't yet was because I knew Sam would be pissed and so would Bobby and Akuma, but I would rather have my brother alive and everyone pissed off at me. Hell would seem like a terrible idea if I wasn't already sure I'd somehow end up in in the pit anyways. I'd been going over the same three points for the last few days and it was time to stop procrastinating and to make up my damn mind. I took one more breath and looked at Alice again before turning slowly and walking out of the room. I grabbed my keys from my jean pocket and made a beeline for the front door, only stopping when Akuma walked through it. Her lip was split and her shirt was torn and stained with some blood. She hadn't really been around since Sam was...murdered...but when she came back injured she wouldn't say why. "... Hey." I said, my voice gruff from lack of use.
"... Hi." Akuma said curtly, turning and walking away before I could say anything else. A wave of disappointment and anger hit me hard. I frowned at it, I knew she accidentally projected strong feelings onto others, but it was like she knew what I was about to do, though she had said she wouldn't read our minds and had told us how to keep her and other demons out. I swallowed hard and watched her disappear into the kitchen before I continued to my baby, getting in and making the quick drive to the nearest cross roads. I hesitated before going through the process of summoning the demon. I had the matches burning in my hand for a long moment before I let of a slow breath, closing my eyes I threw it into the pot and a scorching flame exploded into the air only to be replaced by a woman.
"Hmm, Dean Winchester, we've had our eye on you for a long time, keeping our distance of course." The demon appeared in the devil's trap, her arms folded over her chest as she paced back and forth. Her one eyebrow cocked, ruby red lips pursed. "Alright, enough with the staring, what do you want?" There was a long silence, the very much debated topic swirling in my head. This is the only way. I promised I'd take care of him, I'd do anything for him. I let out a low growl and stepped into the devil's trap. Her lips curled up into a wicked smile and she dropped her arms, knowing exactly what was about to happen.
"I wanna make a deal."
A/N: Keep an eye out for the third season, titled delirium!