A Teenage Medium and Two Demon Hunters

Mama

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Dean runs through the woods, the branches on the trees scratching up his face and nearly poking out his eyes. But he doesn't care. The hellhounds bark and growl from behind, and he knows it's his time; he's going to Hell. It doesn't stop him from trying to flee. He's not gonna die, he's not gonna die, hesnotgonnadihesnotgonnadiehesnotgonnadie-

He trips.

The hellhound is on top of him.

He's dead.

He wakes up.

The book laying on the table shows a picture of hellhounds and Dean almost begins hyperventilating again. What he sees isn't pretty. It's face made of human bodies. For a long minute he stares, he can hear his heartbeat getting faster and faster and faster and-

"Dig up anything good?"

The hunter breaths a sigh of relief. He's alive. He isn't dead. Not yet, at least. Without giving it a single glance, Dean closes the book and shakes his head, not looking Sam in the eye. "No." He clears his throat. "Nothing good."

"Well," Sam said. "Bobby has. Finally."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Sam agreed, a small, very hopeful smile on his face. "A way to find Lilith."

Dean nods. Is he still on that? Who says Lilith is even the one holding his deal? "Where's Klaus?"

Sam falls silent.

"Sammy..." Dean said, tone warning. "Where did the kid go?"

-

Klaus has snuck out of the house many times before. Normally to buy drugs, but every now and then he'd run out and grab doughnuts for him and his siblings. However, he's clean, has been for the past nine months and his siblings are elsewhere, plus he has no idea where a doughnut shop even is. So why did he sneak out this time?

"Here to make a deal, I assume?"

The crossroads demon stands just a few feet away from him. It's eyes go from baby blue to crimson red, as if he's trying to scare the teenager away. It doesn't work. Klaus has seen much worse in his life. "You assumed right."

"Alright." Sighed the demon. "What do you want?"

"I want to take his place." Klaus stated. "In thirty hours, instead of taking Dean, take me instead. I know the consequences. I know I'll go to Hell. And I'm perfectly fine with that. There's nothing here for me if Sam and Dean aren't around."

"Aww, how cute." The demon said. "And I'd accept..."

"Really?!"

"You didn't let me finish." Once again, the demon sighs. "I'd accept, only I don't like you very much. No one down there does. You are... what's the word? Oh yeah. Strange. And not in a good way. A very bad way."

"What?" Klaus said. "You don't like me?"

"Well, it's nothing to take to heart." The demon said. "Demon opinions don't matter, now do they, kiddo?"

"They do if it means your friend has to die."

"Look kiddy, I'm sorry." Replied the demon. "But look on the bright side, you'll never go to Hell! That's a good thing, aye?"

Klaus just looks at him.

"Oooh, tough crowd."

"At least tell me this." Klaus said. "Is Reginald Hargreeves the devil?"

"Mm, no."

"A demon?"

"Honestly, he's just a terrible person. That's it."