Supernatural Imagines

Deal or No Deal

"Pleasure doing business with you," You smirked after pulling away from the slightly frightened man. The cool breeze of the night air didn't affect you, but it definitely set an eerie mood for your client, which had made this a difficult sell.

"So... it worked?" He almost whispered.

"Janice is all yours, buddy," You replied, trying hard not to roll your eyes. "I suggest waiting until morning. I doubt her husband will be too happy to see you."

He nodded silently and turned to walk drunkenly back into the bar on the street corner. Scumbags like this always made you question why the man upstairs created human kind in the first place. Ninety percent of your clientele were drunken men, always looking for women,  money, power, or revenge. What good did they do for the Earth anyway?

You groaned as you felt the internal 'ping' inside your body, a small alert notifying that you were being summoned once again. You closed your eyes and breathed out of your nose to calm your frustration before flashing to the next crossroads.

A tall man with broad shoulders and lengthy hair spun around to face you.

"Sam Winchester," You smirked. "It's almost like I'm standing in the presence of legend."

"Y/N?" He asked with an expression of confused innocence all over his face.

You looked down at your meat suit. A pretty Y/H/C in an elegant deep purple dress. "Oh, right. I had almost forgotten that she went to Stanford. Snatched her up at a dinner party actually. Nice ride, right?"

Sam glared at you menacingly.

"No need to stare Sammy," You replied. "Now, I didn't come here just to chit chat. I've got a busy schedule to attend to."

"My soul. Dean gets out of the pit and we get 10 years." Sam stated boldly.

"I'm afraid I can't help you there Sam." You answered, holding your ground. Negotiations were your favorite part of the deal. "Dean's not on my property. If you've got a problem, take it up with the big guy in the sky."

"He's not in hell?" Sam asked quietly, most likely to himself.

"Neither is that angel. Standing next to exploding monsters normally has that effect."

"Purgatory," the Winchester muttered again. "How do you know all this?"

"Now that Crowley's the King of Hell, someone's gotta run the crossroads. You're looking at the new Queen." A sly smile spread across your lips.

Sam sighed heavily, letting his shoulders fall and his eyes drop down to the ground. "So there's nothing I can do."

You almost felt bad for the poor guy. Left alone in this world to deal with the rest of the Leviathans after his brother and angel friend disappeared. He wasn't like most of the other men you dealt with. You had noticed this right away. He wasn't drunk. He wasn't vengeful. He didn't want a woman or power or money. All he wanted was his brother to live. You had finally come across someone with a pure desire. It was sad to think about how rare that actually was.

You groaned and rolled your head back. "I'll tell you what," You said, looking back at him. "I'll send you to purgatory free of charge. It won't cost you a dime. There are a few ways to get out, if you know how to find them."

"What?" Sam looked up. "Why?"

"Let's just say that Y/N's a better lawyer than you thought. Crowley's not exactly the best boss I've had and besides," You smirked. "I love a good protagonist."

"Your joking, right?" Sam asked unbelievingly. "What's in it for you?"

"I want Crowley out of the picture. I figure my best bet is you and your brother. Get in there, get out, and get the job done. How hard can it be?"

"I'll do it," Sam nodded, thinking things over. "Just one more thing. You let Y/N go. Find a meat suit without someone else in it."

You crossed your arms. "Asking me to recycle. What an environmentalist." You smirked. "Fine."

You noticed the corners of Sam's lip move slightly upward. "Don't tell anyone about our deal. I'll keep it under the radar so Crowley doesn't know."

He nodded. "Strange. I've never met a nice demon before."

"Be quiet about it alright?" You said stepping closer to him. "I've got a reputation to keep."

Sam smiled fully now and leaned in. His lips felt warm against yours and you enjoyed his embrace more than any other client you could remember.

You pulled away and smiled up at Sam. "She's always wanted to know what that felt like."

His eyes widened a bit just before he vanished, headed off to purgatory.

"Just how I like to leave 'em," You smiled to yourself before smoking out.

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