"You stupid, stupid... I should rip you limb from limb."
The demon slammed the passenger side door shut, advancing toward Dean, who backed up towards a wooden structure.
"Take your best shot," Dean told her, sounding more pleading than defiant.
"No. I don't think so," the demon shook her head. "I'm not going to put you out of your misery."
"Yeah? Why not?"
"Because your misery's the whole point," she laughed. "It's too fun to watch. Knowing your daddy died for you, how he sold his soul. I mean, that's gotta hurt."
Dean had backed up against a wooden railing then, and I just stared on helplessly, tears slowly making their way down my cheeks. I wished I had just told him and Sam the truth, despite promising John I wouldn't. At least it would have come from me, instead of them having to speculate on their own, and then hear it from some random demon Dean summoned.
"It's all you ever think about," the demon continued. "You wake up and your first thought is, 'I can't do this anymore.' You're all lit up with pain. I mean, you loved him so much. And it's all your fault."
Dean recoiled as she got more in his face.
"You blew it, Dean! I could have given you what you need."
"What do I need?"
"Your father. I could have brought him back. Your loss. See ya, Dean. I wish you a nice, long life."
She turned to go, but Dean stopped her.
"Hold on."
She smiled, turning back to face him. Dean was completely beneath the wooden structure by then, head down.
"You're lucky I've got a soft spot for lost puppies and long faces. I just can't leave you like this. Besides. You didn't call me here to bargain for Evan. Not really."
"Can you bring him back? My dad?"
"Of course I can. Just as he was. Your dad would live a long, natural life just as he was meant to. That's a promise."
"What about me?"
"I could give you ten years," the demon informed him. "Ten long good years with him. That's a lifetime. The family can be together again. John, Dean, Sammy. The Winchester boys all reunited."
She continued advancing toward him. I was still rooted in place, listening to them talk.
"Look. Your dad's supposed to be alive. You're supposed to be dead. So we'll just set things straight, put things back in their natural order. And you get ten extra years on top. That's a bonus."
The demon was very close to Dean by now, and he turned, walking even further under the structure.
"You think you could..." he turned back to face her, "...throw in a set of steak knives?"
She took a few more steps forward.
"You know, this smart ass self defense mechanism of yours..."
She stopped abruptly, looking up. Above her head was the second Devil's Trap we'd made figuring the first one might not work. She glared back at him.
"Dean!" she snarled.
"Now you're really trapped," Dean smirked. "That's gotta hurt."
"Let me out. Now."
"Sure," he nodded, "we just gotta make a deal first. You call off your Hellhounds and let Evan go. Then I'll let you go."
"I can't break a binding contract."
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Dawson's Daughter | {BOOK 1}
Fanfiction-BOOK 1 IN THE DAWSON'S DAUGHTER SERIES- ___ She was just a supplier's daughter. But not just any supplier. James Dawson, a name loved and respected both in her home town, and in the hunting community. They were her best friends until they stopped c...
