Supernatural: Perdition

Chapter 7

Dean had arrived at the crossroads. It wasn't just any crossroads. Yarrow had to be planted and growing for a demon to show up. He got out of his car and went to open the trunk.

To summon the demon, Dean needed a picture of himself, graveyard dirt, and a black cat bone. All of these items then had to be put in a container and buried at the center of the crossroads. He finished and stood up.

He looked both ways to find nothing, "Come on already. Show your face you bitch!"

He heard a ruffle behind him, "Easy sugar you'll wake the neighbors." He turned around to find a small woman with black, long hair. She blinked her brown eyes to reveal her red ones.

She blinked them away and smiled, "Dean, it so so good to see you. I mean look at you. Gone and got your brother killed. Alone in the world, it's just too sweet." She had walked up to him and was smiling up at him, "Excuse me, you'll have to give me a moment. Sometimes, you have to stop to smell the roses."

Dean's mouth was twitching, "I should send you straight back to Hell."

She raised her eyebrows, "Oh you should. But you won't." She walked away from him, "And I know why. You want to make a deal. Little Sammy back from the dead and let me guess, you're offering up your own soul?"

Dean tilted his head, "There are about a hundred other demons who'd love to get their hands on it. And it's all yours; all you gotta do is bring Sam back. Give me ten years. Ten years and then you come for me."

She responded immediately, "You must be joking."

Dean was confused, "It's the same deal you give everybody else."

"You're not everybody else. Why would I wanna give you anything? Keep your guttered soul, it's too tarnished anyway."

He was desperate, "Nine years."

"No."

"Eight."

"You keep going, I'll keep saying no."

Dean moved around, this was outside his comfort zone, "Ok, five years. Five years and my bill comes due. It's my last offer, five years or no deal."

She walked toward him and said, "Then no deal."

"Fine."

"Fine. Make sure you bury Sam before he starts stinking up the joint."

She was walking away from him when she heard a desperate plea, "Wait."

"It's a fire sale and everything must go," she said to herself.

She turned around to face him, "What do I have to do?"

She walked toward him, "First of all, quit groveling. Needy guys are such a turnoff. Look, I shouldn't be doing this, I could get in a lot of trouble, but what can I say? I've got a blind spot for you Dean. You're like a puppy; you're just too fun to play with. I'll do it."

He nodded his head, "You'll bring him back?"

"I will and because I'm such a saint, I'll let you make sure that you can see your family one last time before you come with me. So, what do you say?" Dean already knew what his answer was. A deal with a crossroads demon is sealed with a kiss, Dean remembered. He leaned in and kissed her.

She put her hands on the sides of his head when she pulled back, "It's done."

He pulled back and looked at her, "So what now?"

"You can go home, see your family one last time. I'll be there. And when you're ready, you'll leave, but Dean if you try to weasel your way out of leaving then it won't be such an easy death for you." He nodded and got into his car and drove back to Bobby's.