Gripped From Perdition (Sequel to Atelophobia SPN)

Part 8: Seal the Deal

You and Crowley laugh at his ridiculous question. Dean balls up his fists as Sam puts a hand on his shoulder. Deans shoulders relax when he feels his brother's hand.

"Wait. (Y/n)," starts Cas.

You look from Crowley and watch Cas take a step forward.

"You were infuriated when you heard me say Crowley's name. What happened?"

Sam looks to you with a look of wonder on his face.

"Yeah, Cas has a point. What was that about?"

You look to Cas then to Sam and smile.

"I lied. I do that sometimes. I'm a rather good actress."

You smile and bite the side of your lip. Dean's heart flutters when you do this. This was your quirk. Biting your lip. And for one moment it was you. You were back to normal. He wanted to run to you and kiss you and just be with you again. You see Dean watching you and quickly stop the lip biting. You walk to the coffee table and pick up your bag.

"Well, as fun as this reunion was, I'm hungry. I could eat a horse."

You stop and giggle.

"Hm, that actually sounds good."

You smile and turn on your heels and head for the door of the bunker. You walk out and go to retrieve dinner.

Crowley still stays in his spot in the bunker and pours himself another drink. Dean takes a few steps forward and watches.

"Uh, hey guys. I'm gonna talk to Crowley... Alone."

"Dean," says Sam, worried.

"Sammy, it's fine. You guys will be in the other room."

Sam and Cas hesitate for a moment, then eventually leave. Dean turns to face Crowley and his macho man demeanor falls.

"Crowley, why are you doing this? Why the hell do you want her soul so badly? She had nothing to offer you."

"Oh, but Dean, she does."

Dean rubs the back of his neck and exhales.

"Yeah, and what's that."

Crowley takes a drink and stares into Dean's eyes.

"You."

Dean laughs and takes a step back. He laughs an amused laugh.

"Me? Uh, okay. What the hell you want me for?"

Crowley sits down his drink and walks around the living room.

"You're the only one to do it."

Dean shakes his head.

"Do what? Spit it out, Crowley."

"To kill Castiel."

Dean stops moving and he just stares.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, squirrel. Kill. The. Angel."

Dean shakes his head.

"No. No, no, no. You're insane. You know that? No way in hell am I killing him. He's my friend."

Crowley's laugh a fake, loud sarcastic laugh.

"Friend? That winged freak is not your 'friend'. If you haven't realized this, Winchester, you have no friends."

Dean rolls his eyes and walks behind the couch.

"Well I'm not killing him, friend or not."

"Not even for (y/n)?"

Deans smug of a smile drops.

"That's not fair."

"Oh, I think it is. I have something you want, and you have something I want."

Dean says nothing, showing Crowley it's a no. Crowley shrugs.

"Alright, but this isn't the last of me. I will get him. And you'll never get her back."

3 A.M. (7 HOURS LATER)

The night's cool air feels good on Dean's sweaty skin. His boots crunch over the gravel as he patiently waits. The sound of a train going by a few miles away breaks the silence. He sticks his hands in the pockets of his jacket and looks up to the sky. Tiny stars glitter in the dark sky. He closes his eyes and exhales.

"For you," he whispers.

Just then a voice interrupts.

"Dean Winchester? Is that you?"

He spins around and watches as a beautiful brunette in a tight black dress and heels walks up the gravel path. He smiles and puts up his hands.

"One and only."

She smiles and walks up to him, admiring his handsome physique.

"My, my. Never knew I'd get the opportunity to meet a Winchester."

She smiles and looks at his lips.

"Much more handsome than they described."

Dean smirks and moves his hand to his blade.

"I'm flattered."

The woman exhales and takes a step back.

"What can I do for you, sir?"

Dean pauses and then talks.

"I want to get (y/n)'s soul back."

The lady listens and thinks about it.

"In exchange for mine." he says.

"Wow," she says, smiling.

"You'd give up yours for hers? How romantic."

"Can you do it? One year, that's all I need."

She thinks for a second.

"No," she says.

Dean grips the blade even tighter, ready to strike.

"Ten months."

He's surprised at her answer and let's go of his knife.

"Okay, ten months. As long as she gets her soul back AND she doesn't go through what Sammy did. Got it?"

The lady smiles and shrugs.

"No bad memories, no mental breakdowns. Got it."

Dean nods and takes a step. The lady walks to him and puts her hand around his neck.

"Let's seal the deal."

Then they kissed.