There was a demon strapped to a chair and we were throwing holy water on him.
"You ready to talk?" Dean asked.
"I don't know. I don't know anything!" he yelled.
"Oh, you hear that, Sam? He doesn't know anything." Dean said.
"Yeah, I heard." Sam smirked.
"I'm telling you the truth." the demon
"Oh, you are? My god, then I owe you an apology. Allow me to make it up to you." I said and forced holy water down its throat.
"I'm gonna ask you one last time...Who holds my contract?!" Dean yelled. The demon went quiet, his head hanging. When he looked up, his eyes were black and he was smiling.
"Your mother. Yeah, she, uh, showed it to me right before I bent her over." he said. Dean leaned closed.
"I want a name. Or else..." Dean said.
"Or what? You're gonna squirt your holy water in both ends? Please. Brother, that's like a flea bite compared to what's coming to me if I tell you jack. Do what you want. The only thing I'm scared of is the demon holding your ticket." he said. Dean stared at the demon then at Sam. Sam started reciting an exorcism.
"How does that feel? Does that feel good?" Dean asked.
"Go ahead. Send me back to hell... 'Cause when you get there, I'll be waiting for you...with a few pals who are dying for a nice little meet and greet with Dean Winchester." the demon said.
"Should I?" Sam asked.
"Send him someplace he can't hurt anyone else." Dean said. Sam continued and the demon screamed.
We were now at a cabin.
"You ran the prints twice? Are you sure? Okay. Yeah, just chalk it up to lab error. Don't I know it. Okay. Thanks. Yeah, I'll tell the lieutenant." Sam said on the phone. Dean walked in.
"Bury the body?" I asked.
"Yeah. Looks like these demons ride 'em hard just for kicks." Dean said, grabbed a beer and sat next to me on the couch. "What was the phone call about?" he asked.
"Remember that thing in the paper yesterday?" Sam asked.
"Stripper suffocates dude with thighs?" Dean asked.
"The other thing." I said.
"Right, the guy that walks into the E.R. and kneels over dead. His stomach's ripped out?" Dean asked.
"His liver, actually. Anyways, I just found out something pretty damn interesting." Sam said.
"What?" Dean asked.
"The dead body covered in bloody fingerprints, not the victim's." Sam said.
"Okay, great. My man Dave Caruso will be stoked to hear it." Dean said.
"Those fingerprints match a guy who died in 1981." Sam said.
"Really. So, what are we talking? Uh, walking dead? Walking, killing dead?" Dean asked.
"Maybe." Sam said.
"Zombies do like the other other white meat. Huh. Speaking of, what do you care about zombies?" Dean said.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"Well, you've been on soul-saving detail for months now. And we're three weeks out, and all of a sudden, you're interested in some hot zombie action?" Dean said.
"Hey, man, you're the one who's been all gun ho to hunt. I just thought I'd be doing you a favor." Sam said.
"Hey, no, no, no, no, no. I didn't say I didn't want to do it, okay. I mean obviously I want to hunt some zombies." Dean said.
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Running From Deals - SPN S3
FanfictionDean sold his soul for Sam. He just wants peace for his last year on Earth. Ali and Sam wouldn't let him go without a fight. They all have to face what is happening and try to find a way out of it. I DO NOT own Supernatural. I only own Alison Hart ...
