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|Questions of The Chapter|: —What is your favorite episode? If you can't pick one, pick three instead. I really love "All Hell Breaks Loose: Part 1", "No Rest for the Wicked", and "Swan Song". 

—Not a question, but I'd love to see what you guys want to happen between Odessa and Dean, and Odessa and Sam in the remaining chapters. I've got drunk Essie, more flirting scenes, a scene where Essie ans Sam are mistaken fir a couple, etc. So please comment some things you want to happen :)

—If you guys are thinking of writing a Supernatural fanfic and aren't sure where to begin, how to edit, where to get inspiration, etc. You can always come to me and email me :) I'd be more than happy to advertise your story here, I've got no problem helping you with developing your entire story with you. I'm so down to be anyone's editor, I know I'm not the best writer (I like to think I'm pretty decent) but, I will definitely help you and I'd obviously keep your story's information classified. If you need fanfic assistance, just text me on my kik account or email me at [email protected]

—What is your favorite quote? I've always loved Damon Salvatore's quote "If people see good, they expect good, and I don't want to live up to anyone's expectations." 

—So I've got a Sam Winchester fanfic coming soon (and by soon, I mean months from now) and I was wondering if you guys would be interested in reading a Barry Allen, Damon Salvatore, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Bellamy Blake fanfic? I've got them in my drafts but I don't know if you guys would be interested. And btw, when should I post the prologue of the Sam Winchester fanfic 'Heartless'? 

Indistinct conversations reverberated throughout the clamored bistro, as did clanking of the glass plates and metal forks clattering against aforementioned tableware. Sam was seated beside her on the uncomfortable booth's cushion, typing quickly with nimble fingers. Dean, who was nonchalantly chewing on some of his newly-purchased meal, was perched ahead of her with his arm settled on the back of the booth. Sam was intently examining Dean's photograph on the Fed's database. Odessa glanced at the photograph questionably. "So much for a low profile," Said Sam, "You got a warrant in St. Louis, and now you're officially in the Fed's database." 

Dean smirked egotistically, raising his drink to his mouth. "Dude, I'm like Dillinger or something." He commented, evidently amused with the entire ordeal. She wasn't going to disagree when Dean repeatedly mentioned how cool it was to be wanted by the Feds, and she wasn't going to mention how she was slightly envious. 

Sam didn't appear amused by his childish antics. "Dean, it's not funny," He declared, wiping Dean's entertained expression away. "It makes the job harder. We got to be more careful now." Odessa rolled her eyes at his somber attitude, then snatched one of the fries from Dean's plate. She chose to disregard Dean's scornful glare as she chewed on the fry. 

Intently scrutinizing the wondrous image of Dean's ID photo, she raised an eyebrow. "How someone that good-looking on their ID," She muttered, and paid no attention to Dean's smug expression. "How are you even real?"

Sending him a pointed look, Dean's shoulders slumped. "Well, what do they got on you?" Sam stiffened, and Odessa glimpsed at the illuminated screen. Her brows furrowed as Sam minimized one of the opened tabs and her face suddenly appeared with her information, or lack thereof, and pixelated images of her security footage. Had Sam heard her conversation exchanged with Detective Diana many days ago? He hadn't questioned her of the topic, and in the moment, she didn't think of the possibility of him eavesdropping. 

The window was closed before Odessa could observe the information he'd searched for, and typed in his own name. Nothing was recorded for him. "I'm sure they just haven't posted it yet." 

Dean's eyebrows rose. "No accessory, nothing?" He asked.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Shut up." Was all he said, clearly unimpressed with Dean's childish behavior.

Odessa laughed, peering upwards at Sam. "You're so jealous," He was quick to retaliate, and he dismissed the suggestion of being envious of them both. Odessa hummed sarcastically. "Hmm, sure, whatever you say." She said, stealing another fry from Dean's plate. 

Chuckling alongside her, Dean ceased the conversation before Sam genuinely became irked with them. "All right, what do you got on the case there, you innocent, harmless young man, you?" She sent Dean an enthralled grin as she chuckled reticently as she noticed Sam's vexed demeanor.

Slamming close his laptop, Sam sighed heavily as he grabbed the printed papers from the side of him. "Architect Sean Boyden plummeted to his death from the roof of his home—a condominium he designed." He read aloud. 

Dean hummed. "Build a high-rise and jump off—that's classy," He said, and Odessa chuckled. "When did he call animal control?" 

"Two days earlier." Sam responded, eyes flickering back and forth on the page.

Odessa furrowed her eyebrows. "Did this Sean guy actually say 'black dog'?" 

Sam nodded. "Yeah. 'Vicious, wild, black dog.' The authorities couldn't find it, and no one else saw it. In fact, the authorities are a little confused as to how a wild dog could get past the doorman, take the elevator up, and start roaming the halls of the cushiest joint in town. After that, no more calls. He doesn't show up for work. Two days later, he takes a swan dive."

"You think we're actually dealing with a black dog," She questioned, "What's the lore on them?" 

Stacking the papers again, Sam handed them to Dean. "It's all pretty vague. There are spectral black dogs all over the world. But some say they're animal spirits, others say death omens. But anyways, whatever they are, they're big, nasty..." He trailed off. 

Dean shuffled through the pages. "Yeah, bet they could hump the crap out of your leg," He said, turning over one of the pages and displayed the illustration of a large dog. "Look at that one," H chuckled to himself, but upon noticing both Sam and Odessa's bland expression, his amusement fell. "What? They could."

Odessa snorted, shaking her head as she stole yet another fry.

<<>>

The onyx-haired Guardian scrutinized the distressed business partner of Sean Boyden of ten years. His face was buried in his hand as Sam questioned him, breathing heavily into his palm. The clicking of her heels echoed within the barren home as she informally occasionally stole a glance towards Dean's nonchalant figure. She wasn't sure if she'd witnessed him hastily steal glances of her as well, but she wished he had. The unnamed man narrowed his eyes as he answered Sam's question, confused as to who they were. "Now, one more time, this is for..." He trailed off, motioning for them to answer.  

Odessa smoothed down the crinkles on her deep burgundy dress, pivoting to face him with a feigned smile on her scarlet-stained lips. "It's a tribute for Mr. Boyden—Architectural Digest," She replied with ease, stepping forward. The man chuckled, well, more like laughed boisterously. She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms across chest. "Is there something amusing to you?" 

He shook his head gently. "No, it—it's just a tribute. See, Sean always got the tributes," He said, and Sam nodded, jotting this 'information' down on his notepad. "He kills himself, leaves me and his family behind, but he gets another tribute." 

Sam raised his eyebrows. "Right," He said, "Any idea why he'd do such a thing?"

The man shrugged, frowning. "I have no clue. I mean, he lived a charmed life," Sam furrowed his eyebrows, asking him 'how so'. "He was a flat-out genius. I mean, I'm capable, but, next to him..." He trailed off once more, shaking his head. "It wasn't always that way either. You want to know the truth? There was a time where he couldn't even design a pup tent. Hell, ten years ago, he was working as a bartender at this place called Lloyd's, a complete dive." 

Scrunching her eyebrows together, Odessa cocked her head. "So, what changed?" 

"You got me. But overnight he gets this huge commission, and he starts designing—he starts designing the most ingenious buildings anyone has ever seen. It was like the level of Van Gogh and Mozart, it—" He stopped, and peered down at his shoes.

Dean quirked his eyebrow. "What?" He questioned.

Gazing off into the distance with a dazed expression, the man responded drearily. It's funny—true geniuses, they seem to die young, don't they? To have that kind of talent, why just throw it away?" 

Odessa pursed her lips together and half-shrugged. "Truly is tragic, isn't it? Well, we appreciate your honesty, but we're on our way." She said, whirling around and making her way to the exit, uncomfortable with the sudden change in the atmosphere.

<<>>

Odessa was assuming this case was an incorporation and negotiation between a mere mundane and crossroads demon. The chances of these disappearances being coincidences were highly unlikely, and ten-year interval couldn't have been an eventuality. There was some sort of connection between the 'suicide' of Sean Boyden and Dr. Silvia Pearlman, a doctor who was also claiming to have been attacked by an invisible dog before packing and disappearing. This connection was tied with the establishment called 'Lloyd's'. 

Closing the Impala's door behind her, Odessa examined the bar with distaste. The building was constructed with wooden beams, appearing rickety and seconds from falling apart, and was placed behind trees and weeds that must've been smaller years ago. The building was unusually small, seeming to be cramped and narrow inside, and there were only two vehicles parked in the front. 

Continuing onward, she was having difficulty walking without wobbling forward. Six-inch heels don't typically cooperate with jagged roads with thousands of pointed rocks. From her peripheral vision, the welcoming shade of bright yellow caught her attention. Turning her head in all directions, she stopped in her tracks. "Don't you think it's weird someone planted these yarrow flowers in the middle of all these weeds," She questioned aloud to no one in particular. Sam and Dean also froze, circling around as they recognized the strange placement of the flowers. "Aren't they used for summoning rituals?"

She reeled around, meeting Sam's inquisitive stare, wordlessly asking how she was aware of the information. Raising her eyebrows, she pressed her lips into a thin line. "What," She said, "I read." Shrugging, she rolled her eyes and redirected her attention back to the feeble establishment. 

Dean chuckled humorlessly, turning on his heel. "So, two people become sudden successes about ten years ago, right around the time they were hanging out here at Lloyd's." 

"Where there just happens to be a crossroads," Sam stated, "You think?" 

Half-shrugging, Dean stepped forward. "Let's find out," Trailing after him, he stopped in what he assumed was the center of the intersection. "Seem about the dead center to you?"

Minutes passed after Dean successfully dug a metal box from the center, and retrieved the items within that were required for summoning the demon. The trio were standing beside the Impala now. "So, it's just like the Robert Johnson legend, right? I mean, 'selling your soul at the crossroads' kind of deal?" Sam asked, hands stuffed inside his pockets and jerking them around as he spoke.

Odessa twirled the graveyard dirt's glass container around her fingers, analyzing the contents intently. "Yeah, that wasn't exactly a legend. Haven't you heard his music," She questioned rhetorically, eyes temporarily widening as Sam frowned and cocked his head. "You've never listened to Robert Johnson's songs? Sam, honey, there's occult references all over his lyrics. 'Cross Road Blues,' 'Me and Devil Blues,' even 'Hellhound On My Trail'? Come on, it's not like he was being vigilant on the titles."

Noticing Sam's bewildered expression hadn't altered in recognition, Dean rolled his eyes. "Story goes that he died choking on his own blood. He was hallucinating and muttering about big, evil dogs." 

"Now it's happening all over again," Sam said. Odessa nodded, and Dean mumbled a simple 'yeah'. "We got to find out if anyone else struck any bargains around here."

Dean appeared appalled by the mere suggestion. "Right, so, we got to clean up these people's mess for them? They're not exactly squeaky-clean. Nobody put a gun to their head and forced them to play 'let's make a deal'." 

Folding her arms across her chest, Odessa scoffed. "So you're suggesting we should just let them die?" 

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

Raising her eyebrow in a threatening manner, she didn't waste a second to sneer at him through gritted teeth. "Dean..." She trailed off in a cautionary tone. His head snapped upward, pursing his lips as he realized he angered the Guardian. 

Sighing heavily, Dean peered down at her. "All right, fine. I'm sorry," He apologized earnestly. "Rituals like this, you got to put your own photo into the mix, right? So this guy probably summoned the thing. Let's see if anyone inside knows him...if he's still alive."

Rolling her eyes, she pushed his shoulder and followed after him.

<<>>

Odessa didn't take any pleasure in being proven wrong, especially when being proved mistaken by Dean Winchester. Generally, his egotistic tendencies and mannerisms would be candidly expressed with a self-satisfied smirk and gleaming verdant eyes, but, as of now, Dean's expression lacked anything complacent as they ascended the porch of the soon-to-be victim's home. She hadn't spoken a word since their departure from George Darrow's home and abandoned him with his resigned fate. And she assumed Dean knew she didn't feel like talking, so he sent her gloomy smile and squeezed her hand reassuringly.

It seemed he didn't want to speak of her inaccuracy of the situation, and she appreciated his restrained behavior. He didn't understand her reasoning for the sudden obligation to save innocent's lives, seeming as she hadn't explained her compulsion for her valiant requirements, but she didn't need to explain herself for him to understand how vital this was for her. And that's what she appreciated most about Dean, she didn't need to explain herself because he already interpreted the importance of her decisions. He trusted her and she trusted him.

It was evident she was more than discouraged with George's determination to hold his end of the bargain he arranged ten years ago. She wanted to save him, to have that self-satisfaction of knowing she saved someone instead of destroying them. And she knew it was selfish to save someone else for herself, but she needed feel absolution for herself just for once. 

The three of them paused outside the door, Sam's large hand knocking on the wooden door, and seconds passed when the door was swung open to reveal an older man. "Evan Hudson," Sam questioned, and the man confirmed his identity. Odessa's muscles relaxed as she realized they made it in time and there was a chance she could save this man from his horrid fate.

Releasing his grasp on Odessa's delicate hand, he spoke from the sullen silence. "You ever been to a bar called Lloyd's? Would've been about ten years ago—" The was hastily closed and Odessa flinched as the momentum shook the entire doorway. "Come on, we're not demons." Narrowing her eyes, she gave him a disbelieved look and shook her head. If they were demons, he didn't have a very believable defense statement. 

Sam appeared amused by this and turned to face Dean. "Any other bright ideas?" 

Dean mocked Sam's words childishly and a few pitches higher, and Odessa rolled her eyes for what felt like the thirtieth time that day. Stepping back, she raised her leg and kicked inches from the doorknob with as much force she could muster. The door swung open and forcefully slammed into the wall on the side. Both brothers glanced down at her with wide eyes, and there was a smile teasing Dean's lips as he registered what just happened. "That was so hot—" Sam dashed inside, muttering something along the lines of 'not now, Dean'. 

Pausing as she stood inside the middle of Evan Hudson's home, listening intently the sound of his heart erratically beating within his chest, his heavy breathing ringing through her ears as if she were inches away from him. He was upstairs, she gathered that much, and didn't waste another second pondering on Dean's words. She sprinted around the staircase and through the several corridors. 

She reached double-doors in the middle of the hallway, and she was seconds from kicking this one down too, but Sam swiftly stopped her. He mumbled a 'wait' while pushing down her leg. He wrapped his hand around the metal doorknob and twisted, face contorting into bewilderment as the door opened. Odessa furrowed her eyebrows. "What kind of dumbass leaves their doors unlocked when being hunted down?" She asked aloud, speaking for the first time in two hours.

Upon stepping inside the office, Sam entered the room before them, and called out for Evan. He revealed himself from behind a bookshelf, and raised his hands in surrender. "Please! Don't hurt me." 

Sam also raised his hands. "We're not gonna hurt you, all right? We're here to help you." 

"We know all about the genius deal you made." Said Dean.

Evan's hands lowered down to his sides. "What? How?" 

Odessa shook her head. "That doesn't matter. We're just trying to stop it." 

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"Well, you don't, but you're kind of running low on options there, buddy boy." 

Evan Hudson exhaled sharply, kneading his fingers through his hair as he paced back and forth. Odessa guessed if she were aware she was minutes from dying, she'd be pretty nervous too. His hands were shaking, quite noticeably, and couldn't remain fixated in one place. "C-Can you stop it?" He asked them. But, judging from his wavering tone, it didn't seem like he wanted the truth.

Sam half-shrugged. "Don't know," He replied, "We'll try.

Evan settled his forehead on the palm of his hand, shaking his head as he closed his eyes. "I don't want to die." He whispered.

Dean appeared amused by this. "Of course you don't. Not now." 

Shooting him a bitter glare, Odessa nudged Dean's side. "Dean, enough." She condemned through clenched teeth. She wasn't in the mood for his snide remarks, especially when this man was going to be chewed on like a dog toy.

Dean ignored her this time and continued to stare at Evan with engrossment. "What'd you ask for, anyway, Ev, huh? Never need Viagra, bowl a perfect game, what?" 

Evan didn't answer as quickly as Odessa thought he would, it also appeared he wasn't fond of speaking of the subject either. Evan peered down at his shoes, licking his lips. "My wife." He replied simply. 

Dean laughed, stuffing his hands inside his pockets. "Right, getting the girl. Well, that's worth a trip to hell for." 

Sam was beginning to grow irked with Dean's comments as well, and demanded he stop. Evan's head snapped in their direction. "No. He's right. I made the deal. Nobody twisted my arm. That woman, or whatever she was, at the bar, she said I could have anything I wanted. I thought she was nuts at first, but—I don't know. I was desperate." 

Sam furrowed his eyebrows together. "Desperate?" 

Evan sighed heavily once again, whirling around to face the desk and window. "Julie was dying."

Dean blinked, realizing what Evan was implying. Odessa could read from his face that regretted stating any jokes. "You did it to save her?" 

"She had cancer. They had stopped the treatment. They were moving her into hospice. They kept saying 'matter of days'," He reeled, facing them again with a hardened expression. "So, yeah, I made the deal and I'd do it again. I'd have died for her on the spot." Odessa swallowed the lump her throat, peering down at the floorboards.

Dean stole a quick glimpse down at her. He didn't understand how love worked and he couldn't comprehend how someone would deal their soul away with such ease, but as Dean watched as Odessa sent Evan a reassuring smile, he was beginning to understand. He redirected his fiery gaze back at Evan. "Did you ever think about her in all this," Evan was swift to retaliate back, claiming he'd done this for her. "You sure about that? I think you did it for yourself. So you wouldn't have to live without her. But, guess what, she's gonna have to live without you now. What if she knew how much it cost? What if she knew it cost your soul? How do you think she'd feel?"

Sam stepped forward, pulling at Dean's arm. "Okay, that's enough," He said, "Evan, sit tight, all right? We're gonna figure this out," Dragging his brother by the forearm, Odessa watched as they departed from the room in silence and closed the door behind them.

Evan was gazing outside the panel of glass, almost as if he were memorizing the intricate details of the midnight sky. Odessa approached him with her fingers placed on her waistband, unsure of what to say, or if she should say anything at all. Huffing from her cheeks, she stood beside him and admired the alignment of the stars, attempting to cherish the structures as he did, as someone who was aware of their impending death. 

He examined the photograph of his wife tenderly, fingers gingerly caressing the outlines of her physique. Odessa yearned for a love that deep, to be constantly immersed within each other's love, to be consumed with passion. But the reality of love was dangerous and unpredictable. "We do crazy things for love, don't we," He questioned aloud, chancing her a glance. "Drown ourselves to make them float?" 

Odessa pressed her lips together. "Yeah, we do. We're all so eager and desperate to make the other happy, I think we make decisions for them that we think is best for them. Like making deals with demons, breaking their hearts..." She trailed off, glancing over her shoulder at the closed door. "Vowing to leave them because you're scared," Sending him a reassuring smile, she returned her focus back at the glass panel. "What you did was selfish, but that's what humans are; we're selfish with things and people we love." 

Evan opened his mouth to respond, but froze as his eyes widened and blazed with terror. "I think I hear it," He whispered, but then began shouting for the boys to come back inside. "Hey, guys, I think I hear it! It's outside!" 

Standing upright, Odessa directed her attention the opening door, furrowing her eyebrows as she watched only Sam enter the room. "Where's Dean," She asked. Sam didn't reply, only looked down at his shoes. Realization crashed down on her as she comprehended the situation. "He didn't, did he? He can't be that stupid and summon the damn thing by himself—"

"He doesn't want us going with him," Sam said, "Especially you. He's got to do this alone."

<<>>

Dean Winchester questioned why he immersed himself deep inside love for his brother and Odessa. He pondered on as to why he was burying summoning requirements and a photograph for Sam, Odessa, and even his father. He saw how important this was to Sam and Odessa, and he would even manage to gather information his father's abnormal death. 

Standing, he backed away from the center of the intersection and awaited for the demon to arrive. "So, what brings a guy like you to a place like this," A feminine voice rang through the air, and Dean swiftly whirled around to face the monster. He wasn't greeted with a monstrosity, but an attractive brunette with a plunging neckline and black dress. "You called me?

He hastily gathered his composure. "I'm just glad it worked." He attempted to sound composed, calm and collected, but the crossroads demon wasn't fazed by his facade. She cocked her head, pouting as she teased him and asked if this was his first time. "You could say that."

The demon continued forward, toying with her fingers. "Oh, come on, now. Don't sell yourself short. I know all about you Dean Winchester." Her mocha-eyes, that reminded him of Odessa's, but the demon's vessel's didn't gleam nearly as bright as Odessa's, contorted into red-swimming pools with flecks of mystical black. Her voice was distorted, and gave him shivers down his spine. He briefly wondered if his father experienced the same.

Smirking, Dean attempted to appear unfazed. "So you know who I am." 

She bobbed her head. "I get the newsletter." She replied, half-shrugging as a smirk of her own teased her lips. 

"Well, don't keep me in suspense," He said, inching forward. "What have you heard?" 

She circled around him. "Well, I head you were handsome. But you're just edible. Odessa is one lucky girl," She teased, "What can I do for you, Dean?" 

Dean, remarkably, wasn't daunted by flirtatious antics. The only temptation he was experiencing was the urge of to mumble those words that would have her screaming in agony and send her back where she belonged. He exhaled through his nose. "Maybe we should do this in my car," He suggested, "Nice and private." 

The demon seemed keen on the suggestion. "Sounds good to me," As they made their way to the parked Impala, Dean expressed his desire to make a deal. "That's what I do." 

"I want Evan Hudson released from his contract."

Humming, the demon frowned. "So sorry, darling. That's not negotiable," Dean wasn't backing down, and claimed he would make it worth her while. "Oh, really? What are you offering?" 

"Me." Was all Dean said. 

To say the demon was intrigued by his bargain was an understatement. "Well, well, well. You'd sacrifice your life for someone else's. Like father, like son," He clenched his jaw, refraining himself from beginning the exorcism. "You did know about your dad's deal, right? His life for yours? Oh, I didn't make the deal myself, but, boy, I wish I had." 

Biting his cheek, Dean yanked open the door, just as he had dozens of times with Odessa. "After you." 

The demon was seconds from entering the car, from falling into his trap, but she'd noticed the white paint sprayed on the concrete. "A Devil's Trap? You've got to be kidding me. You stupid, stupid..." She closed the door with a bang. "I should rip you limb from limb." 

Backing away and into his other trap, Dean smirked once again. "Take your best shot." 

Clenching her teeth together, she stopped in her tracks. "No," She said, puffs of water vapor swirling in the wind as she spoke. "I don't think so. I'm not gonna put you out of your misery." Dean was swallowing hard now as he backed away from the approaching monster. 

Smiling timidly, his back collided with the wooden beam that supported the water tower, just where he wanted to be. "Yeah, why not?" 

She cocked her head. "'Cause your misery is the whole point. It's too much fun to watch. Knowing how your daddy died for you, how he sold his soul. I mean, that's got to hurt. He's all you ever think about. You wake up, and your first thought is 'I can't do this anymore.' You're all lit up with pain. I mean, you loved him so much. And it's all your fault," The demon chuckled. "You blew it, Dean. I could have given you what need."

Dean was more than furious. His hands were shaking, not because of the wintry breeze, but because of the acrimony flowing through his veins. "What do I need?"

"Your father. I could have brought him back. Your loss," She backed away. "See ya, Dean. I wish you a nice, long life." She reeled, and began to amble away. 

Dean knew this wasn't a part of the plan, but there was a minuscule portion within genuinely considering the demon's offer. His bottom lip quivered as he listened to her footsteps depart, and he wasn't sure if sticking to his plan was his priority anymore. "Hold on," He declared, standing under the water tower. 

She pivoted to face him, a smirk on her glossed lips. "You're lucky I've got a soft spot for lost puppies and long faces," She said as she drew near him. "I just can't leave you like this. Besides, you didn't call me here to bargain for Evan. Not really. Love makes you do crazy, selfish things—"

"Can you bring him back, my dad?" 

She tilted her head. "Of course I can, just as he was. Your dad would live a long, natural life, like he was meant to," A sly grin rose. "On top of that, you could get the girl of your dreams and make her yours. That's a promise." 

"What about me." 

She dragged her finger along the wooden beam. "I could give you ten years, ten long, good years with him. That's a lifetime. The family could be together again—John, Dean, Sammy, even Odessa. The Winchester boys all reunited." This was the deal of the lifetime, something he couldn't pass up. He could have his dad back, the girl of his dreams titled as his, and his brother more than happy. "Look, your dad is supposed to be alive. You're supposed to be dead. So, we'll just set things straight, put things back in their natural order, and you get ten extra years on top. That's a bonus." 

As much as he wanted that life, it was wrong. He whirled around, continued walking just a little further. "You think you could throw in a set of steak knives?" 

She rolled her eyes as she chuckled, stepping forward. "You know, this smartass self-defense mechanism of yours—" She froze, eyes widened as she peered heavenwards and examined the white scribbles of the Devil's Trap. Returning her gaze back on him, she gritted her jaw. "Dean..."

"Now you're really trapped. That's gotta hurt." 

"Let me out now."

"Sure. We just got to make a little deal here first," He said, circling the water tower. "You call off your hellhound and let Evan go. Then I'll let you go." 

She trailed him. "I can't break a binding contract." 

Dean hummed sarcastically. "And by 'can't', you mean 'don't want to'. Last chance. Evan and his wife get to live to a ripe old age. Going...going..." She didn't properly answer him, claiming they should talk about the subject more. Dean shrugged. "Okay, gone." He grabbed the journal from his pocket and flipped to the page where the section of the exorcism was scribbled in. Her eyes widened with fear as she questioned his motives. "Oh, you're just gonna go on a little trip. Way down south." He held the cross on his fingers.

Panicked, she attempted to change his mind. "Look, forget Evan. Think of your dad." Dean wasn't fazed and continued with the exorcism. She was shuddering, convulsing with each word and was groaning through her grinding teeth. The passage was nearly done when she shouted for the hellhound to come to a halt. She yanked him towards and crashed her lips onto his, moaning with his touch. She then pushed him off and glared at him as he asked what that was for. "Sealing the deal." 

"I usually like to be warned before I'm violated with demon tongue." 

"Evan Hudson is free. He and his wife will live long lives.

He raised his eyebrow. "How do I know you're not lying," He rolled his eyes as she claimed her word was her bond. "Oh, really?"

"It is when I make a deal. It's the rules," She said, "You got what you wanted. Now let me go," Dean smirked, stepping back as he fiddled with the beads of the cross. The demon chuckled. "You're gonna double-cross me? Funny how I'm the trustworthy one. You know, you renege, send me back to hell, sooner or later, I'm gonna climb out, and skinning Evan Hudson will be the first thing that I do," Stuck with no choice, Dean closed the journal and returned it back into his pocket. Climbing the wooden beams with ease, he yanked down on one of the loose boards and released her. "I got to tell you, you would've never pulled that stunt if you knew."

"Knew what?" 

"Where your dad is. You should have made that deal. See, people talk about hell, but it's just a word. Doesn't even come close to describing the real thing—" 

Dean intervened her taunting. "Shut your mouth, bitch."

"If you could see your poor daddy, hear the sounds he makes 'cause he can't even scream."

Dean stepped forward. "How about I send you back there?"

Her head flew back and she screamed as the menacing black smoke departed from the girl's mouth and flew away into the midnight sky, leaving behind a confused woman.

I AM SO DONE WITH THIS EPISODE OMG I AM SORRY MY WRITING GOT EVEN WORSE AT THE END CUZ THERE WAS SO MUCH DIALOGUE AND I HATE THAT ABOUT SOME EPISODES AND I JUST GOT BACK FROM SCHOOL SO I DIDN'T HAVE ANY INSPIRATION. ANYWAYS, THANK YOU FOR READING AND I LOVE YOU GUYS! :) HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT