Post by Timur on Sept 5, 2016 4:28:26 GMT
A month. An entire month he had held out, managed to function with Sam. But that was a month to long. Normally he got over things like this by now, but this time he didn't. The possibility, no the option, that he could bring Sam back to life was all to tempting, and a month after he died, well Dean was going to get his little brother back.
Summoning a crossroads demon wasn't hard. He put the box in the small hole he had dug, covering it with the gravel that made up the crossroads he was standing at. Dean would stand back up and look around briefly, before calling "Come on out! I know you're there!" "Why hello... Dean." a deep and smooth voice sounded from behind him, pausing as it read his soul to get his name. The male whirled around, his face showing that he was gonna get straight to the point. However, the demon spoke first.
"Let me guess, you're here to sell your soul to bring back Samuel?" it said. Very few people called Sam by his actual name, Dean didn't like it when this demon did. "Yeah that's right, so we going to... kiss or something to seal the deal?" Dean replied, not wanting to take any bs from the other. "Well, luckily for you, I won't require your soul for this deal." it replied. If Dean was making a deal and deal was a deal, and Dean would have a right to know what his end was. The male who was spoken too looked confused, and then straightened up again and his face returned to that or what it was before. "Why the hell would you not want my soul?" he snapped back, earning a chuckle from the demon. "Fiesty, feisty. Well we've had a... Well, shortage in witches. As you may or may not know, witches are pretty much controlled by certain demons in hell. This would include a few special tasks from Crowley himself, but I honestly think I'd be letting you off lightly. You get to keep your soul and get your brother, and all you have to do is memorize a few spells in return." it said, cracking a smile. Dean glared at the other. There had to be some sort of twist. "Yeah ok, what's the catch?" the demon sighed briefly, as if disappointed in Dean. "Thered be a few tasks from Crowley and you'd have to learn a minimal amount of black magic, but hey the spells could come in handy someday. The contract ends when you die, and because of this deal Crowley won't be after your heads because you're a witch. So in other words, no catch." he spoke. Dean considered it for a moment. It did seem like a pretty light deal on his end, but what would these tasks be? He'd been Crowley's bitch before, and it hadn't been easy.
"Fine." Dean said, rather rudely. A smile came across the demons face and he snapped his finger. "You might want to go fetch that precious Samuel of yours now." it said, and then was gone.
Elsewhere, Sam woke up in a, grave? What no that wasn't right. He was in hell, he wasn't supposed to be on earth. However, the pain was gone. There was little light so he couldn't see if he had any scars or bruises or not, but he didn't know he had to get out of there. His heart leapt in his chest. He was alive and breathing. He would get to see Fambi and Dean again, feel the sunlight on his back, let the wind run through his hair, sleep in a bed, and all the other things that weren't included in hell. He balled his hand into a fist and punched the top of the box, sending a shower of loose dirt onto him. That part wasn't pleasant, but he knew how to get out of there without dieing.
Sam's grave wasn't to far away. The demon was gone so that was the first place Dean would go. hold on Sammy I'm coming the green eyed male thought, his pace picking up to a sprint as he ran in the direction of where Sam would be.
(Timeskip to arrival at stronghold? Base? House? Whatever it's gonna be called)
Sam closed the passenger side Impala door. Dean had filled him in along the way, and that was something he could of done without. A deal with a demon, and now he had to learn spells and carry out tasks from yours truly, Crowley. However, Sam was excited to see Fambi again, but didn't let it show on his face as he bent down to look in the window at Dean, and the other gave Sam a slight nod. Dean would go and get something to eat, and he would catch up with Fawn. They didn't need to talk to know that.
Dean drove away in the impala, and Sam would walk up to the doorstep. Knock? Ring? Or just walk in? He decided to walk in, it was his "home" after all. Almost hesitantly he opened the door, but the eagerness to see Fawnpelt again got the best of him, and he quickly opened it the rest of the way and took a step in. "Hello?" Sam called out, his heart thumping away in his chest as he awaited to see what would happen.
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Summoning a crossroads demon wasn't hard. He put the box in the small hole he had dug, covering it with the gravel that made up the crossroads he was standing at. Dean would stand back up and look around briefly, before calling "Come on out! I know you're there!" "Why hello... Dean." a deep and smooth voice sounded from behind him, pausing as it read his soul to get his name. The male whirled around, his face showing that he was gonna get straight to the point. However, the demon spoke first.
"Let me guess, you're here to sell your soul to bring back Samuel?" it said. Very few people called Sam by his actual name, Dean didn't like it when this demon did. "Yeah that's right, so we going to... kiss or something to seal the deal?" Dean replied, not wanting to take any bs from the other. "Well, luckily for you, I won't require your soul for this deal." it replied. If Dean was making a deal and deal was a deal, and Dean would have a right to know what his end was. The male who was spoken too looked confused, and then straightened up again and his face returned to that or what it was before. "Why the hell would you not want my soul?" he snapped back, earning a chuckle from the demon. "Fiesty, feisty. Well we've had a... Well, shortage in witches. As you may or may not know, witches are pretty much controlled by certain demons in hell. This would include a few special tasks from Crowley himself, but I honestly think I'd be letting you off lightly. You get to keep your soul and get your brother, and all you have to do is memorize a few spells in return." it said, cracking a smile. Dean glared at the other. There had to be some sort of twist. "Yeah ok, what's the catch?" the demon sighed briefly, as if disappointed in Dean. "Thered be a few tasks from Crowley and you'd have to learn a minimal amount of black magic, but hey the spells could come in handy someday. The contract ends when you die, and because of this deal Crowley won't be after your heads because you're a witch. So in other words, no catch." he spoke. Dean considered it for a moment. It did seem like a pretty light deal on his end, but what would these tasks be? He'd been Crowley's bitch before, and it hadn't been easy.
"Fine." Dean said, rather rudely. A smile came across the demons face and he snapped his finger. "You might want to go fetch that precious Samuel of yours now." it said, and then was gone.
Elsewhere, Sam woke up in a, grave? What no that wasn't right. He was in hell, he wasn't supposed to be on earth. However, the pain was gone. There was little light so he couldn't see if he had any scars or bruises or not, but he didn't know he had to get out of there. His heart leapt in his chest. He was alive and breathing. He would get to see Fambi and Dean again, feel the sunlight on his back, let the wind run through his hair, sleep in a bed, and all the other things that weren't included in hell. He balled his hand into a fist and punched the top of the box, sending a shower of loose dirt onto him. That part wasn't pleasant, but he knew how to get out of there without dieing.
Sam's grave wasn't to far away. The demon was gone so that was the first place Dean would go. hold on Sammy I'm coming the green eyed male thought, his pace picking up to a sprint as he ran in the direction of where Sam would be.
(Timeskip to arrival at stronghold? Base? House? Whatever it's gonna be called)
Sam closed the passenger side Impala door. Dean had filled him in along the way, and that was something he could of done without. A deal with a demon, and now he had to learn spells and carry out tasks from yours truly, Crowley. However, Sam was excited to see Fambi again, but didn't let it show on his face as he bent down to look in the window at Dean, and the other gave Sam a slight nod. Dean would go and get something to eat, and he would catch up with Fawn. They didn't need to talk to know that.
Dean drove away in the impala, and Sam would walk up to the doorstep. Knock? Ring? Or just walk in? He decided to walk in, it was his "home" after all. Almost hesitantly he opened the door, but the eagerness to see Fawnpelt again got the best of him, and he quickly opened it the rest of the way and took a step in. "Hello?" Sam called out, his heart thumping away in his chest as he awaited to see what would happen.
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