ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ||ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ

ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʀᴏᴀᴅ ʙʟᴜᴇꜱ (ᴘᴛ 2)

Dean, Sam, and Y/N approach a door. Sam knocks. A moment later, a man opens the door.

"Yes?" He asks.

"Evan Hudson?"

"You ever been to a bar called Lloyd's? Would have been about ten years ago." Terrified, Evan slams the door and latches it.

"Way to go, Dean. You scared the poor man," Y/N says.

"Come on, we're not demons!" Inside, Evan bolts into a back room.

"Any other bright ideas?" Dean kneels down to pick the lock as Y/N steps back, sets herself, then kicks the door down in one go. Dean looks at her with a surprised look. They enter. Outside the back room Evan entered, Y/N prepares to kick that door down too. Sam catches her leg, stopping her. "What—" Sam says, looking at the twins pointedly. Sam turns the handle and pushes the door open gently. The room is quiet as they enter.

"Evan?" Y/N asks.

"Please! Don't hurt me," Evan says, jumping out from behind a bookshelf. Sam holds his hands out, pacifying.

"We're not going to hurt you, all right? We're here to help you."

"We know all about the deal you made."

"What? How?"

"Doesn't matter. All that matters is, we're trying to stop it," Y/N says.

"How do I know you're not lying?"

"Well, you don't, but you're kinda running low on options there, buddy-boy." Evan swallows and starts pacing.

"Can you stop it?" he asks.

"Don't know. We'll try."

"I don't want to die."

"Of course, you don't, no—"

"Dean. Stop," Sam says quietly.

"What'd you ask for anyway, Evan? Huh? Never needed Viagra? Bowl a perfect game? What?"

"My wife." Dean laughs.

"Right. Gettin' the girl. Well, that's worth a trip to hell for."

"Dean, stop," Y/N says, glaring at him.

"No. He's right, I made the deal. Nobody twisted my arm, that...man, or whatever he was, at the bar? He said I could have anything I wanted. I thought he was nuts at first, but...I don't know how to—I was desperate."

"Desperate?"

"Julie was dying." Y/N's eyes widen.

"You did it to save her?" Y/N says softly.

"She had cancer, they'd stopped treatment, they were moving into hospice, they kept saying...a matter of days. So yeah, I made the deal. And I'd do it again. I'd have died for her on the spot."

"Did you ever think about her in all this?"

"I did this for her." Dean advances on him.

"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 going to have to live without you. But what if she knew how much it cost? What if she knew it cost your soul? How do you think she'd feel?" Sam puts a hand on Dean's chest, pulling him back.

"Okay, that's enough. You just sit tight, all right? We're going to figure this out." The two follow Dean into the hallway.

"You all right?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"Hey, I got an idea," Y/N says, pulling out the Goofer dust. "You two throw George's hoodoo at that Hellhound, keep it away from Evan as long as you can. I'm gonna go to the crossroads and summon the demon."