Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Someone Watching Over Me ❯ Let's Make a Deal ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: SAMandDEANWINCHESTER 
After Sam dies, Dean goes to the crossroads and summons the demon that can bring Sam back to him.
Non Anime: Supernatural Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.06.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 382 | Status: Work In Progress
After Sam dies, Dean goes to the crossroads and summons the demon that can bring Sam back to him.
Non Anime: Supernatural Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.06.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 382 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: Okay, so I had this thought when I was watching Simon Said, I don't know why, but I figured I could go with it. It seemed to have potential, but I'm the writer, so I'm biased. Anyway, let me know what you think. It starts out in the season 2 episode "all Hell Breaks Loose, Part One" when Sam dies and goes from there. Reviews are loved!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in this fic except my OC. Eric Kripke owns all the Supernatural characters.
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CHAPTER ONE: LET'S MAKE A DEAL
Sam stood over Jake, the iron rod held firmly in his hand. Every nerve in his body was telling him to kill Jake, but deep down, he knew that's what the demon wanted. Angrily, he throws the rod to the ground. Hearing the sound of his name being screamed, he turns toward the voice. Dean. He begins to walk towards his big brother's voice. Suddenly, Dean and Bobby turn the corner.
"Sam?" Dean asks, relieved to see his younger brother alive and well.
"Dean!" Sam yells, about to cry with happiness as he realizes that his brother has come to save him.
Unfortunately, Sam doesn't see Jake as he wakes up and grabs the knife from the ground.
"Sam, look out!' Dean warns, momentarily unable to make his brain work.
It's too late. Jake thrusts the knife into Sam's back and Sam groans as blinding white hot pain shoots through his back.
"No!" Dean yells, running towards his baby brother.
Violently, Jake twists the knife, creating a massive wound in Sam's back before he turns and runs away. Sam falls to his knees, defeated. Bobby chases after him while Dean slides on his knees in the mud, grasping at Sam's clothing, trying to keep him conscious.
"Sam!" Dean yells as Sam's head falls forward onto his shoulder. "Whoa, whoa, Sam." Dean lifts Sam from his body, looking into his eyes. "Sam! Hey!" Dean quickly pulls him close again. "Come here. Let me look at you." Dean places his hand against Sam's wound, and when he pulls it away, his entire palm is covered in sticky red liquid. Blood. Sam's blood.
Again, Dean moves Sam so he can look into his eyes. "Hey, look at me. It's not even that bad. It's not even that bad, all right? Sammy? Sam!" Dean tried to hold Sam steady as his head lolls forward and drops back, as though he is slipping away. "Hey, listen to me. We're gonna patch you up, okay? You're gonna be good as new. Huh?" Dean puts his hands on his brother's head, stopping it from moving, forcing him to look into his eyes. "I'm gonna take care of you. I'm gonna take care of you. I've got you. That's my job, right? Look after my pain-in-the-ass little brother?"
Desperately, he moves his hands around Sam's head, trying to make him respond, but he gets nothing. So, he places his hands back on Sam's cheeks, looking into his eyes once more. "Sam? Sam! Sammy!" Slowly, Sam's eyes slide shut. Dean knows what this means, but he won't accept it. "No. No, no, no, no." He pulls Sam's limp body into his chest, holding him. "Oh, God."
Dean cradles Sam in his arms as his baby brother dies, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Sam!" he yells, one last time, shaking him slightly, hoping he will wake up. However, when he doesn't, Dean buries his head in Sam's hair and cries harder.
Dean doesn't remember much after that. Bobby came back and they got into the Impala, laying Sam's body in the backseat and driving off back to the hotel room. Once they got there, they carried Sam into the room, laying him on the mattress. Later, Bobby goes out, but Dean stays with Sam, staring at him.
He doesn't know how much time has passed, but he knows it's enough that Bobby had time to run out and come back. Bobby comes through the door, a bucket of chicken in his hand. "Dean?" he asks, seeing him standing in the doorway, looking at Sam's immobile body. "Brought you this back."
"No, thanks. I'm fine," Dean answers, not really feeling like eating right now.
"You should eat something," Bobby suggests, worried about Dean.
"I said I'm fine." Dean walks over to the table, standing beside Bobby. He picks up his beer bottle and takes a long swig, Bobby watching in disappointment and worry.
"Dean...I hate to bring this up, I really do. But don't you think maybe it's time...we bury Sam?"
"No." He sits.
"We could," Bobby sighs before finishing, "maybe--"
"What?" Dean interrupted. "Torch his corpse?" He pauses. "Not yet."
Bobby leans on the table, looking intently into Dean's eyes. "I want you to come with me."
"I'm not going anywhere." Dean moves to rest his arms on the table.
"Dean, please."
"Would you cut me some slack?"
"I just don't think you should be alone, that's all. I gotta admit I could use your help." Dean scoffs at this. "Something big is going down. End-of-the-world big."
"Well, then let it end!" Dean screams.
Surprised, Bobby counters, "You don't mean that."
Dean stands, fast, knocking the chair he was sitting on backwards and onto the ground. He stares Bobby in the eye. "You don't think so? Huh? You don't think I've given enough? You don't think I've paid enough? I'm done with it. All of it." He looks down, not wanting to look Bobby in the eye any longer. "If you knew what's good for you turn around and get the hell out of here." At the end of his sentence, his eyes are back on Bobby's. When Bobby doesn't leave, Dean pushes him. "Go!" Dean sees a tear in Bobby's eye, and he feels bad. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. He turns to walk back to the table. "Please, just go." He hold onto the back of another chair, not looking at Bobby as he turns away.
"You know where I'll be," Bobby says as he walks out the door, leaving Dean alone with Sam once more. Again, Dean stares at his baby brother's corpse. He looks away and a tear falls from his eye.
Later, Dean is sitting on a chair beside the mattress Sam's body lays on. "You know, when you were little...and you couldn't have been more than 5...you just started asking questions. How come we didn't have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where'd Dad go? He'd take off for days at a time. I remember I begged you, "Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don't want to know." He chuckle softly before continuing. "I just wanted you to be a kid. Just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you. Keep you safe. Dad didn't even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job. That one job." His voice broke as he tried to hold back the tears. "And I screwed it up. I blew it. And for that, I'm sorry." He wiped away the tears that escaped. "I guess that's what I do. You know, I let down the people I love. I let Dad down. And now I guess I'm just supposed to let you down, too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that?" He's crying now. "What am I supposed to do? Sammy. God." He sniffles. "What am I supposed to do?" He inhales sharply before standing, looking down at Sam. Suddenly, he kicks the chair behind him, sending it flying as he shouts, "What am I supposed to do?!"
Moments later, Dean is in his beloved Impala, recklessly driving to the crossroads where he knows he can summon the demon that can bring his Sammy back to him. Angrily, without hesitation, he shoves all the ingredients for a summoning into a box, slamming it closed and burying it at the intersection where the roads all meet. Moments pass, and the demon doesn't come. Dean looks left, then right, but there's no sign of the thing.
Finally, he yells, "Oh, come on already. Show your face, you bitch!"
Suddenly, a beautiful woman in a black dress appears. "Easy sugar, you'll wake the neighbors," she says casually. Dean turns to the sound of her voice, and as he looks at her, her eyes go from red to gray. "Dean. It's so, so good to see you." She inhales sharply. "I mean it. Look at you. Gone and got your family killed. All alone in the world. It's too sweet." She moves in closer to him, talking into his chin, now. "Excuse me, you're gonna have to give me a moment. Sometimes you gotta stop and smell the roses."
Dean looks at her. "I should send you straight back to hell."
"Oh, you should. But you won't." She walks behind him. "And I know why."
Dean turns to look at her. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. Following in Daddy's footsteps. You wanna make a deal. Little Sammy, back from the dead. And let me guess, you're offering up your own soul?"
"There are a hundred other demons who'd love to get their hands on it. And it's all yours. And all you got to do is bring Sam back. And give me ten years. Ten years, and then you come for me."
"You must be joking."
"That's the same deal you give everybody else."
"You're not everybody else."Again, she steps closer to Dean and whispers in his ear, "Why would I want to give you anything? Keep your gutter soul, it's too tarnished, anyway." She takes a few steps away from him.
"Nine years."
"No."
"Eight."
She chuckles. "You keep going, I'll keep saying no."
"Okay, five years. Five years, then my bill comes due. That's my last offer. Five years or no deal."
Smiling, she walks back to him. She leans in for a kiss. "Then no deal."
"Fine."
"Fine." Again, she smiles and begins to walk away. "Make sure you bury Sam before he starts stinking up the joint."
"Wait." Dean turns to look at her.
Softly, she whispers, "It's a fire sale, and everything must go." She turns to look upon Dean again.
"What do I have to do?"
She begins walking towards him again. "First of all, quit groveling. Needy guys are such a turnoff." She sighs. "Look...Look, I shouldn't be doing this. I could get in a lot of trouble. But what can I say? I got a blind spot for you, Dean. You're like a... puppy. You're just too fun to play with." Again, she sighs. "I'll do it."
"You'll bring him back?"
"I will. And because I'm such a saint, I'll give you one year and one year only." She walks closer, leaning towards him again, her lips almost touching his as she speaks to him. "But here's the thing. If you try and welch or weasel your way out, then the deal is off. Sam drops dead, he's back to rotten meat in no time. So? It's a better deal than your dad ever got. What do you say?"
Dean wraps his hand around the demon's neck and pulls her into a kiss, sealing the deal and bringing Sam back. The demon places her hand on the side of Dean's head and slips her tongue inside his mouth, secretly enjoying this kiss a little too much.
Back at the hotel, Sam's eyes shoot open, wide, as he gasps, suddenly alive again, though not remembering ever being dead. He sits up, leaning back on his elbows and grunts at the pain in his back, looking around the room, wondering how he got there.
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A/N: And thus completes chapter one. Let me know if you want me to go on.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in this fic except my OC. Eric Kripke owns all the Supernatural characters.
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CHAPTER ONE: LET'S MAKE A DEAL
Sam stood over Jake, the iron rod held firmly in his hand. Every nerve in his body was telling him to kill Jake, but deep down, he knew that's what the demon wanted. Angrily, he throws the rod to the ground. Hearing the sound of his name being screamed, he turns toward the voice. Dean. He begins to walk towards his big brother's voice. Suddenly, Dean and Bobby turn the corner.
"Sam?" Dean asks, relieved to see his younger brother alive and well.
"Dean!" Sam yells, about to cry with happiness as he realizes that his brother has come to save him.
Unfortunately, Sam doesn't see Jake as he wakes up and grabs the knife from the ground.
"Sam, look out!' Dean warns, momentarily unable to make his brain work.
It's too late. Jake thrusts the knife into Sam's back and Sam groans as blinding white hot pain shoots through his back.
"No!" Dean yells, running towards his baby brother.
Violently, Jake twists the knife, creating a massive wound in Sam's back before he turns and runs away. Sam falls to his knees, defeated. Bobby chases after him while Dean slides on his knees in the mud, grasping at Sam's clothing, trying to keep him conscious.
"Sam!" Dean yells as Sam's head falls forward onto his shoulder. "Whoa, whoa, Sam." Dean lifts Sam from his body, looking into his eyes. "Sam! Hey!" Dean quickly pulls him close again. "Come here. Let me look at you." Dean places his hand against Sam's wound, and when he pulls it away, his entire palm is covered in sticky red liquid. Blood. Sam's blood.
Again, Dean moves Sam so he can look into his eyes. "Hey, look at me. It's not even that bad. It's not even that bad, all right? Sammy? Sam!" Dean tried to hold Sam steady as his head lolls forward and drops back, as though he is slipping away. "Hey, listen to me. We're gonna patch you up, okay? You're gonna be good as new. Huh?" Dean puts his hands on his brother's head, stopping it from moving, forcing him to look into his eyes. "I'm gonna take care of you. I'm gonna take care of you. I've got you. That's my job, right? Look after my pain-in-the-ass little brother?"
Desperately, he moves his hands around Sam's head, trying to make him respond, but he gets nothing. So, he places his hands back on Sam's cheeks, looking into his eyes once more. "Sam? Sam! Sammy!" Slowly, Sam's eyes slide shut. Dean knows what this means, but he won't accept it. "No. No, no, no, no." He pulls Sam's limp body into his chest, holding him. "Oh, God."
Dean cradles Sam in his arms as his baby brother dies, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Sam!" he yells, one last time, shaking him slightly, hoping he will wake up. However, when he doesn't, Dean buries his head in Sam's hair and cries harder.
Dean doesn't remember much after that. Bobby came back and they got into the Impala, laying Sam's body in the backseat and driving off back to the hotel room. Once they got there, they carried Sam into the room, laying him on the mattress. Later, Bobby goes out, but Dean stays with Sam, staring at him.
He doesn't know how much time has passed, but he knows it's enough that Bobby had time to run out and come back. Bobby comes through the door, a bucket of chicken in his hand. "Dean?" he asks, seeing him standing in the doorway, looking at Sam's immobile body. "Brought you this back."
"No, thanks. I'm fine," Dean answers, not really feeling like eating right now.
"You should eat something," Bobby suggests, worried about Dean.
"I said I'm fine." Dean walks over to the table, standing beside Bobby. He picks up his beer bottle and takes a long swig, Bobby watching in disappointment and worry.
"Dean...I hate to bring this up, I really do. But don't you think maybe it's time...we bury Sam?"
"No." He sits.
"We could," Bobby sighs before finishing, "maybe--"
"What?" Dean interrupted. "Torch his corpse?" He pauses. "Not yet."
Bobby leans on the table, looking intently into Dean's eyes. "I want you to come with me."
"I'm not going anywhere." Dean moves to rest his arms on the table.
"Dean, please."
"Would you cut me some slack?"
"I just don't think you should be alone, that's all. I gotta admit I could use your help." Dean scoffs at this. "Something big is going down. End-of-the-world big."
"Well, then let it end!" Dean screams.
Surprised, Bobby counters, "You don't mean that."
Dean stands, fast, knocking the chair he was sitting on backwards and onto the ground. He stares Bobby in the eye. "You don't think so? Huh? You don't think I've given enough? You don't think I've paid enough? I'm done with it. All of it." He looks down, not wanting to look Bobby in the eye any longer. "If you knew what's good for you turn around and get the hell out of here." At the end of his sentence, his eyes are back on Bobby's. When Bobby doesn't leave, Dean pushes him. "Go!" Dean sees a tear in Bobby's eye, and he feels bad. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. He turns to walk back to the table. "Please, just go." He hold onto the back of another chair, not looking at Bobby as he turns away.
"You know where I'll be," Bobby says as he walks out the door, leaving Dean alone with Sam once more. Again, Dean stares at his baby brother's corpse. He looks away and a tear falls from his eye.
Later, Dean is sitting on a chair beside the mattress Sam's body lays on. "You know, when you were little...and you couldn't have been more than 5...you just started asking questions. How come we didn't have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where'd Dad go? He'd take off for days at a time. I remember I begged you, "Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don't want to know." He chuckle softly before continuing. "I just wanted you to be a kid. Just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you. Keep you safe. Dad didn't even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job. That one job." His voice broke as he tried to hold back the tears. "And I screwed it up. I blew it. And for that, I'm sorry." He wiped away the tears that escaped. "I guess that's what I do. You know, I let down the people I love. I let Dad down. And now I guess I'm just supposed to let you down, too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that?" He's crying now. "What am I supposed to do? Sammy. God." He sniffles. "What am I supposed to do?" He inhales sharply before standing, looking down at Sam. Suddenly, he kicks the chair behind him, sending it flying as he shouts, "What am I supposed to do?!"
Moments later, Dean is in his beloved Impala, recklessly driving to the crossroads where he knows he can summon the demon that can bring his Sammy back to him. Angrily, without hesitation, he shoves all the ingredients for a summoning into a box, slamming it closed and burying it at the intersection where the roads all meet. Moments pass, and the demon doesn't come. Dean looks left, then right, but there's no sign of the thing.
Finally, he yells, "Oh, come on already. Show your face, you bitch!"
Suddenly, a beautiful woman in a black dress appears. "Easy sugar, you'll wake the neighbors," she says casually. Dean turns to the sound of her voice, and as he looks at her, her eyes go from red to gray. "Dean. It's so, so good to see you." She inhales sharply. "I mean it. Look at you. Gone and got your family killed. All alone in the world. It's too sweet." She moves in closer to him, talking into his chin, now. "Excuse me, you're gonna have to give me a moment. Sometimes you gotta stop and smell the roses."
Dean looks at her. "I should send you straight back to hell."
"Oh, you should. But you won't." She walks behind him. "And I know why."
Dean turns to look at her. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. Following in Daddy's footsteps. You wanna make a deal. Little Sammy, back from the dead. And let me guess, you're offering up your own soul?"
"There are a hundred other demons who'd love to get their hands on it. And it's all yours. And all you got to do is bring Sam back. And give me ten years. Ten years, and then you come for me."
"You must be joking."
"That's the same deal you give everybody else."
"You're not everybody else."Again, she steps closer to Dean and whispers in his ear, "Why would I want to give you anything? Keep your gutter soul, it's too tarnished, anyway." She takes a few steps away from him.
"Nine years."
"No."
"Eight."
She chuckles. "You keep going, I'll keep saying no."
"Okay, five years. Five years, then my bill comes due. That's my last offer. Five years or no deal."
Smiling, she walks back to him. She leans in for a kiss. "Then no deal."
"Fine."
"Fine." Again, she smiles and begins to walk away. "Make sure you bury Sam before he starts stinking up the joint."
"Wait." Dean turns to look at her.
Softly, she whispers, "It's a fire sale, and everything must go." She turns to look upon Dean again.
"What do I have to do?"
She begins walking towards him again. "First of all, quit groveling. Needy guys are such a turnoff." She sighs. "Look...Look, I shouldn't be doing this. I could get in a lot of trouble. But what can I say? I got a blind spot for you, Dean. You're like a... puppy. You're just too fun to play with." Again, she sighs. "I'll do it."
"You'll bring him back?"
"I will. And because I'm such a saint, I'll give you one year and one year only." She walks closer, leaning towards him again, her lips almost touching his as she speaks to him. "But here's the thing. If you try and welch or weasel your way out, then the deal is off. Sam drops dead, he's back to rotten meat in no time. So? It's a better deal than your dad ever got. What do you say?"
Dean wraps his hand around the demon's neck and pulls her into a kiss, sealing the deal and bringing Sam back. The demon places her hand on the side of Dean's head and slips her tongue inside his mouth, secretly enjoying this kiss a little too much.
Back at the hotel, Sam's eyes shoot open, wide, as he gasps, suddenly alive again, though not remembering ever being dead. He sits up, leaning back on his elbows and grunts at the pain in his back, looking around the room, wondering how he got there.
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A/N: And thus completes chapter one. Let me know if you want me to go on.