The Hunting Life: My Demons (Supernatural) [2] ON HOLD

15. Crossroad Blues Part 2

The three hunters walked up the porch of Evan Hudson later that night. Dean knocked on the door to have  a middle-aged, dirty blonde man answer the door.

"Yes?" he asked the three.

"Evan Hudson?" Sam addressed. Evan nodded.

"Yeah."

"You ever been to a bar called Lloyd's?" Dean questioned, not sugar-coating anything, "Would have been about ten years ago."

Before they could do anything, Evan slammed the door shut and locked it. Will groaned in annoyance, banging against the door with her fist.

"We're not demons, dumbass!" she called, but received no answer. Sam scoffed, giving Will and Dean a look.

"Any other bright ideas?" he asked the two sarcastically. Will gave him a glare, before she kicked the door in, walking inside the large house.

She followed his scent to an office, with two, large, wooden doors. Will went to kick it in again, but Sam caught her foot, stopping her.

"Wait!" he told her, giving her a look. Will shrugged, before he tried the doorknob, seeing it was open. He turned and gave her a smug look. She merely glared at him, before the three slowly entered the office.

They looked around the seemingly empty office.

"Evan?" Sam called.

"Please! Don't hurt me," Evan begged as he jumped out from his hiding spot. Sam held his hands up in innocence.

"We're not gonna hurt you, all right> We're here to help you," Sam told him calmly.

"We know all about that genius deal you made," Dean added sarcastically.

Evan looked at them surprised, "What? How?"

Will shook her head, "Doesn't matter. What does matter is we're trying to stop it."

"How do I know you're not lying?"

Will shrugged, "You don't. But you're running on very limited time, Einstein."

Evan sighed, looking down at his feet, "C-Can you stop it?"

Sam gave him a sad look, "Don't know. We'll try."

"I don't want to die," Evan whispered. Will scoffed.

"Of course you don't. Who does? What did you ask for anyway?" she asked curiously.

"Never need Viagra, bowl of perfect game, what?" Dean added on.

Evan hesitated, before he answered, "My wife."

Dean chuckled, "Right, getting the girl. That's worth a trip to hell for."

"Dean, stop," Sam glared at his brother.

Evan shook his head, "No. He's right. I made the deal. Nobody twisted my arm. That, uh, woman, or whatever she was at the bar, she said I could have whatever I wanted. I thought she was nuts at first, but..." Evan trailed off, "I don't know. I was-- I was desperate."