Selina Winchester (Supernatural Season 2) (Supernatural Fanfic)

Crossroad Blues Pt. 2

"So it's just like the Robert Johnson legend, right? I mean, selling your soul at the crossroads, kind of deal?" Sam noticed his brother wasn't paying attention and looked over to where Selina was sleeping in the Impala "Dean I'm sure she's fine. She's just been through a lot, I mean you backstabbed her in a way,"

"But she should know that I wasn't in control of that. Besides it was my clone that did it," Dean argued

"But it was you to her," Sam implied "So the case?"

"The Robert Johnson legend wasn't a legend. I mean, you know his music,"

Sam shrugged

"You don't know Robert Johnson's songs? Sam, there's, there are occult references all over his lyrics, I mean, Crossroad Blues? Me and the Devil Blues? Hellhound on My Trail?"

Sam still looked confused and Dean rolled his eyes

"The story goes, he died choking on his own blood, he was hallucinating, and muttering about big evil dogs,"

"And now it's happening all over again,"

Dean took another look over at Selina "Yeah,"

"We've gotta figure out if anyone else struck any bargains around here,"

"Great. So we've gotta clean up these people's' mess for 'em? I mean, they're not exactly squeaky clean. Nobody put a gun to their head and forced 'em to play Let's Make A Deal,"

"So what, we should just leave them to die?"

"Somebody goes over Niagara in a barrel, you gonna jump in and try to save 'em?"

"Dean,"

"Alright. Fine. Rituals like this, you've got to put your own photo into the mix, right? So this guy probably summoned this thing, let's go and see if anyone inside knows him. If he's still alive,"

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(Selina POV)

"How are you doing Sleeping Beauty?" Dean asked as I stretched and looked out the window to see we were no longer at the bar.

"Where are we?" I yawned

"We're going to see a guy named George Darrow. Apparently quite the regular at Lloyd's. Though this house probably ain't up next on MTV Cribs, is it?"

I looked out to see what we were looking at and he was right. "Yeah. So whatever kind of deal he made..."

"Wasn't for cash. Oh, who knows. Maybe this place is full of babes in Princess Leia bikinis."

"Out of the entire movie saga and all you could get out of it was Princess Leia in her slave attire?"

"No, I'm just saying, this guy's got one epic bill come due. Hope at least he asked for something fun,"

I hit Dean as I got out and followed Sam inside the apartment until we stopped in front of 4C and saw the line of black powder.

"Look at that," Sam said

"What is that, pepper?" Dean questioned

I was about to disagree when George opened the door wearing a grimy t-shirt and open button-down, I almost gagged due to the smell.

"Who the hell are you?" George demanded

Dean stood up "George Darrow?"

"I'm not buying anything," George stated as he began to close the door.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, looks like you went for the wrong shaker there. Heh. Usually when you want to keep something evil out you go fo the salt,"

"I don't know what you talkin' about,"