Demonic business arrangements (closed RP, Sam & Dean Winchester, Castiel)

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Cas, got a minute? I have something I need to talk to you about. I'm over in Ravenclaw
-Sam

I talked to him Dean. Meet me over in Ravenclaw?

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Dean got the owl, he didn't bother sending one back. Not that he usually did any way, so Sam would most likely just be expecting him to show up. He wasn't sure if he was ready to hear any of this and as the hunter made his way over to the bar he braced for the worst.

Sam had talked to Crowley, Dean was about to find out his fate really, because it all hinged on what happened to his brother. Given a choice, Dean would stay by Sam's side. But would he get that choice this time, he didn't know.

He tried to stay calm, to keep his face even as he stepped in to the bar.

"Heya Sammy." He said as he took a seat across from his brother, he needed a beer or maybe some good hard booze.

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Sam looked up as Dean entered the bar. Apprehension was written into every inch of him, how he stood, the way he looked around for a drink. He smiled easily. While he didn’t expect his brother to love the terms, he might find them far easier to swallow than a standard soul contract. “Dean, dude. Relax. It’s not a contract, he doesn’t want my soul. It’s just a job.”

He slid the manila folder over towards his brother, indicating where he and Cas had already made a few additional notes to the highly convoluted language. “He springs Adam from Hell, I work for him for ten years, reorganizing the Crossroads division. Dean, anyone who doesn’t belong down there that hasn’t been broken, I can send them home. No more desperate, good people winding up in Hell. I can make this work, I can do it.”

Before Dean could object, he pointed to a few paragraphs he had already circled. “Look. He spelled it out clear as day. Ten years Earth time and I can walk away free and clear. I can go home. In that time, I can even visit you guys, or bring you a job if there’s a demon that needs taking out.”

“There’s no more war on Creation, Dean. No fighting. No trying to take Heaven out or let Lucifer go again. Things can start balancing themselves out. As long as Crowley can hang on to power, I can do this.” Sam really believed that he could help, that he could make things better, even in Hell. And he wouldn’t be separated from his family forever. Ten years. They could do that.

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It wasn't a bad deal, not by any means. But, it was still a deal, with a demon and as much as he didn't want it to, it stung. His first response was automatic, he didn't even think about it, he just opened his mouth and it came out "S'what, I'm supposed to just bum a bed from Bobby or maybe your new girl for ten years and twiddle my thumbs?"

"Damn it, Sammy..." He hadn't meant to say that, he had not meant to lash out and the hunter snagged the newly arrived beer and downed nearly half of it. He had to compose himself and when he finally did, Dean looked at Sam.

"You think you can trust him, to hold up his end? He's an underhanded bastard, Sammy." This was better than what they had been facing, but Dean could not help the part of him that was wary. Even if Cas was agreeing to this, Dean was more apt to mistrust, because with Sam gone, he lost every thing.

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He winced at the force in his brother's words, the anger. "Dean, it's ten years. Ten years and both me and Adam will be able to walk out of Hell. Cas won't have to risk his life trying to get us out." Never mind the fact that the angel might be a father. He'd not see his friend lose a chance at that on his account.

"No contracts, no soul exchanges. And I'll be able to make sure that good people don't wind up in Hell. What happened to you, to Dad, it doesn't have to happen ever again."

"Dude, I'm not stupid. Of course I don't trust him. But he wants me to do this. This deal, I can word it right. I can make sure that if something happens, I get out. If he doesn't succeed in holding Hell, I get out. If he tries to go back on his word, I get out."

Sam leaned forward, eager and earnest as ever. "Dean, it's not forever. I'll be able to visit. When it's over, I can go home."

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It was that initial shock and as Sam came talking, the look in his eyes, the desperation in his voice. Dean could see it all, Sam needed him to support him in this. Hadn't Dean swore he wasn't his dad, he wasn't going to make those mistakes.

The hunter slammed the last of his beer and gestured for another. It was hard to talk, ten years was a long time when you were the one sitting top side, waiting for your family to come home.

"We're goin' over that thing with a fine tooth comb, Bobby's gonna look at it to. You got that Sammy, we ain't gonna give the snake tongued bastard an inch of room for a loophole."

It was hard to accept, hard to bite back that anger. But in the end, this was a better chance than the alternative. This was better than agreeing to let his brother dive in to the pit with no way to ever come back.

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Sam all but flinched as his brother slammed down the beer angrily. He needed Dean to do this with him, he needed him to understand, but he couldn’t force the issue. The younger Winchester nodded, “I was going to show it to Bobby too.”

“Dean, this is the only way. Things will finally work out for us. Look, I don’t regret jumping to save you. And if I can do this, I can save Adam and keep me out of Hell. You’re not going to be alone for those years. I’ll still be able to visit you. I won’t leave you alone, I promise.”

He gave a half-shrug. “And.. I can do some real good while I’m there. I can try and help people. It’s what we’ve always done, right?”

“I need you with me on this Dean,” he said quietly. “Please.”

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"I get it, Sammy, alright, I get it. We just ain't goin' in half cocked, got it." His voice said it all, he was resigned to this. Because, it was their best option and in the end, he just didn't want to lose Sam for good.


"Yeah, just don't bring any of the locals home with you." The hunter cracked, it was his way of covering up the well of emotion that surged through him when Sam promised he wouldn't leave him alone. He knew that, if Sam had the option to be with him, he would. It didn't make this any easier knowing that though.

"Yeah, you'll do great Sammy, I know it."

When Sam said that, Dean looked up, all his pain, all his worry didn't fade, but it paled in comparison to that request from his brother "I got your back, remember, we go down, we go down together." He smiled, not that cocky grin but a genuine smile.

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It was a tremendous relief to hear that from his brother. He didn't expect Dean to like it, but his support meant everything. Naturally there was a little crack in there, but it was how Dean was.

"We're not going down this time, dude. This time we're going to make it work and we're all walking out free and clear. This wasn't Adam's fight, and he should go where he belongs."

He fiddled with the label on his beer bottle. "I know ten years is a long time. But I'll come back as often as I can, Dean. I promise."

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Dean hated it, but he was going to back Sam up. He knew when his brother's mind was made up and if supporting him was what he had to do to save Sam, then he'd do it. It was a lot less than the prices he had paid and would pay again if necessary.

"You tell the kid yet? How you think he's gonna take it?" Dean saw a good portion of that stubborn Winchester streak in Adam and he wasn't sure the kid would be okay with what Sam was doing, at least not at first.

"You got a point though, too bad we couldn't get the kid his mom back, he's gonna be on his own, Sam." Dean hadn't thought of that till right then, Adam was being saved from hell, but he was also facing a world with no one. That seemed unfair too.

When Sam started fidgeting with his label, Dean grinned and reached over to clap a hand over his shoulder "Damn right you will, I expect lots of booze and porn for Christmas, make up for you leavin' me topside to do all the dirty work."

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So long as Dean was at his back, it was all right. He’d have Bobby look the paperwork over and talk to Crowley to make the final deal. He didn’t really want to work for a demon, but he could sacrifice ten years of hard work – and he would work hard to make it all balance out – for the sake of both Adam and his family’s peace.

Sam shrugged a little. It was not a conversation he was looking forward to having with Adam. “He’s not alone Dean. He’s got us. We’re the only family he’s got, and he doesn’t exactly seem to hate being around us anymore. But it’s my decision to do this, I’ll talk to him about it.”

He chuckled at that. “All the dirty Christmases and birthdays you can handle, dude. Promise.”

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Truth be told this was probably one of the better deals the Winchesters had ever made with a demon. But, Dean couldn't stop the nagging part of him that told the hunter he was walking right back in to that same routine that he and Sam had tried so hard to stop.

But how could he look at his brother's face right now and say any of that out loud. Sam was hopeful and Dean was just hoping that all of this worked out the way he saw it. "I'll keep an eye on the kid, if he'll let me."

Dean flashed that wide cocky grin at that "Damn right. Ain't no way I can go back to Lisa and Ben, not if I'm goin' back in to the life. Gonna have to hit the road, on my own when you're not around."

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Sam didn't like the idea of Dean hitting the road on his own, but he knew his brother would be all right. "And you won't be alone. Bobby'll be there, Cas will too. And I'll check in as often as I can, Dean. Promise."

"I'll talk to Adam. He's a good guy, and having family around might be a welcome change for him."