NO TIME TO DIE ◦ 𝒔𝒂𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

chapter eighteen.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN:
TIME IS ON MY SIDE.

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THE DAWNING REALIZATION that there was just less than a month now until Dean was meant to die had rattled Birdie.

For months, she and the boys had searched and searched for any way out of Dean's deal, but there was nothing out there——no one knew anything and there wasn't anything in any kind of book about getting someone out of a crossroads deal. They were at a dead end once again in their search for Bela and the Colt as well, having hoped that the gun could possibly kill the demon who held Dean's contract. But in order for that to actually work, they needed to find the gun, and before the one year mark struck.

Birdie had called just about everyone she knew——which wasn't a lot but it didn't hurt to still try——but none of them knew anything; one of them didn't even know who she was and had no idea Serena Fowler was a mother. She brushed it off and dug back into the books, hoping and hoping she would catch something she missed the first time. It'd been a few days since then, and luckily the Winchesters had managed to find a demon; hopefully one that actually knew something useful since the demon who'd supposedly been helping them actually lied about being able to help Dean and said there was no way out of his deal, but that certainly wasn't going to stop them.

They had to save Dean——no matter what.

A loud scream rippled through the room, the demon's dark skin sizzling as holy water dripped down from his face. "Stop!"

"You ready to talk?" Dean demanded to know as the demon heavily panted through the intense pain, his head hung low. He was tied tight to a wooden chair, his wrists bound to the armrest and feet tied to the legs. A fireplace was a few feet behind him, the small flames flickering every few seconds as the smoke rolled out of the brick chimney. Some dusty and outdated furniture were placed off to the side as if the original owners of the crumbling cabin hadn't bothered to take them when they left. Birdie and the boys' supplies were tossed on a table near the window, a few of their weapons near the edge as a precaution. The cabin they were in wasn't the most homey or appealing to the eye, but it was just right for interrogating a demon.

The demon shouted, eyes clenched shut as the water continued to burn his skin. "I don't know," he managed to say, gritting his teeth together. "I don't know anything!"

Dean raised his brows, an amused smile appearing on his lips as he turned towards Sam. "Oh, you hear that? He doesn't know anything."

"Yeah, I heard," Sam said, smirking as he looked down at the demon. Birdie faintly shook her head, folding her arms over her chest. She was standing off to the side of Sam, her dark brown eyes pinned to the demon. They'd been at this for almost a half hour and all they'd received were "I don't know's" and "go to fucking Hell's" by the demon. But, Dean thought it was time to bring out the holy water to see if it might finally jog the demon's memories.