Spiraling Downhill-Prologue
Sam stood face to face with the crossroad demon.
"Sam Winchesterr," she smiled at him. "I wasn't expecting to see you here."
Sam gave a flicker of a half smile before his face turned stoney cold.
"Does your brother know you are out here?" She asked softly. "Because you know, that goes against our deal."
"No," he said softly. "He doesn't, leave him out of this."
She sighed, boredom filling her tone.
"What is that you want?" She asked calmly. He pointed the colt at her.
"I want to make a deal." His voice was harsh and she stared at him.
"It's a little hard to make a deal with you pointing the gun right in my face," she snapped.
"I want to take Dean's place," he said coldly. She blinked.
"Well I wasn't expecting that." A smile grew on her face. "And what makes you think I'd make such a deal?"
"Because if you don't I'll blow your fucking head off," he spat at her and she stared at him, surprise taking over.
"Such vulgarity coming from you, Sam? I'm surprised, and impressed."
"Stop stalling, and make the deal," he said, his voice shaking. "It's a fair trade and you know it. I should be dead anyway. He never should have made the deal and don't tell me you can't. You've done it before."
She sighed.
"It doesn't seem like I have much of a choice," she muttered as she looked at the colt. "How long do you want?"
"Only a few days." His voice was sof now and she stared at him.
"This is the second time you've surprised me, Sam. Why so soon? So eager to see what the underworld is like?"
"I don't want to give Dean enough time to try and fix it," he said calmly. She nodded.
"Very well, in 3 days I will come and collect my dues." She stepped closer and he raised the gun higher. "Careful suger, I'm just sealing the deal." She leaned forward and pressed her lips on to his. He kissed back, relief flooding him. As he walked towards the Impala he closed his eyes. It was over, the deal was made. Dean was saved, he had saved his brother. He swallowed, wondering how he'd be able to tell Dean.
He slowly pulled up into the motel, but froze when he opened the door. Dean was awake, pacing back and forth. He looked up, relief filling him as he saw Sam enter the room.
"Sammy," he whispered and anger filled his eyes. "Where the hell where you? What the hell have you been doing?" He stared at the colt. "Why'd you bring that? You didn't do anything stupid, did you?" The look on Sam's face told him enough. "Damn it, Sam! What did you do?"
Sam lowered his eyes, he couldn't stop swallowing.
"You..you don't want to know."
Dean stared at him, anger and fear mixing as one.
"You made a deal, didn't you?" He dropped his voice to a whisper. "Didn't you?"
Sam closed his eyes.
"Yes, but..."
"Damn it Sam, I didn't bring you back to life for you to die again!"
"Yes, but that's just it Dean! I'm supposed to be dead already, I'm just making things right!"
Dean stared at him.
"This sounds familiar," he muttered. "I could have made the same deal with demon about dad...I could have and I wanted too. But I didn't. What would your reaction have been if I did?"
Sam closed his eyes again.
"I'm sorry Dean, but I had to save you. I couldn't let you go to hell for me especiall when..."he let his voice faulter.
"Especially when what?" Dean sapped. "No, go on, tell me. When what?"
Sam shook his head and swallowed.
"Especially since I don't know if I'd be going to heaven in the first place," he said calmly and Dean stared at him.
"Why the hell wouldn't you be going there? If such a place exsists."
"Because I can't imagine God wanting demon blood up there." Sam's voice was soft when he spoke and Dean blinked.
"You think that because you have demon blood in you that you have a first class ticket to hell?" He shook his head. "Boy that's about the dumbest thing I've ever heard of."
"Don't you get it, Dean? I have EVIL in me!" Sam finally bellowed. "How can I expect to be accepted in heaven? I've tried to make up for it, by doing good-"
"You're sure the hell a lot better of a person than you give yourself credit for, Sammy," Dean inturrupted quietly, tears in his eyes. But Sam continued.
"But that doesn't change the fact that I have evil inside of me, Dean. It's always been there and always well. And this...this is just making sure that I do something good in my life. That my life meant something. For once I've saved you Dean-"
"Yeah, by sacrificing your soul in the process!"
"You did the same for me," Sam shot back.
Both were standing there. Dean's fists were clintched tightly as he tried to tell himself not to hit his brother.
"How could you have done something so stupid?" He whispered. Sam's eyes watered.
"I had to." His voice was soft and pleading, trying to reach out to Dean, to make him understand. Dean swallowed.
"How long do you have?"
Sam brushed away the tears that were resurfacing.
"Three days." His voice was monotone now, flat. Dean gave a shaky laugh.
"Three days? Is that all?"
"I didn't want to give you time and-"
"And try and save you?" Dean let his mouth quiver into a smile. "Smart thinking little brother, you know me well." Sadness was in his voice now. Sam gave a soft smile.
"Please...I don't want to spend the last days fighting." His voice was soft. "Please...just please."
Dean nodded. Tears were falling freely now. He shook his head.
"How could you have been so Goddamned stupid?"
Sam smiled.
"Guess it just comes naturally...and please...don't try and save me. Don't try selling your soul again....just please, let it be."
"I can't promise you anything," Dean said quietly. "But I'll try."
Sam nodded, knowing that was the best you could hope for. Exhaustion had finally found him.
"Let's just get some sleep," he mumbled. Dean nodded nubmly, still absorbing the shock of what happened, of the fact that Sammy had sold his soul for him. The idea of losing Sam a second time seemed unbarable to him. He watched as Sam collapsed in his bed.
Not wanting to sleep alone he crawled next to him. Sam frowned but said nothing as he felt Dean's body next to his. A bit of excitment ran through him as he remembered those days when they used to make love frequently. They had stopped for the last couple of years. Things had just been too tense and painful for them to be able to enjoy it. And now they might never enjoy it again.
As if reading his thoughts Dean started to kiss Sam's neck and Sam moaned softly, his eyes closing.
"Dean," he breathed softly. Tears were still in both of their eyes.
"How could you do it, Sammy?" Dean asked. He couldn't stop kissing the neck, running his hand under Sam's shirt. Sam felt his cock harden at the touch. "How am I going to live without you?" Sam rolled over than and looked at him.
"You're stronger than you think, Dean," he whispered. He pressed his lips against Dean's and pushed it open. Quickly he found Dean's tongue and pressed against it. Finally he licked Dean's teeth and bottom lip. "You'll survive this."
"No," Dean whispered into his ear. "I won't. I can't lose you...I just can't."
"You can and you well," Sam said firmly. "Because you have too...for me, Dean." Dean continued to kiss quicker and quicker and as he was about to roll Sam over he paused, uncertain of whether or not to continue at a time like this. So many emotions were consuming him, it was all so confusing.
"We don't have to do this now," he said slowly. "If you don't want to."
Sam quickly shook his head.
"No, I do want to," he protested. "I...I need it...." His voice was almost uncertain as he spoke. "I need something to distract me," he explained. "To help make the last few days better..."
"Don't worry," Dean assured him. "I'll make sure these next few days are the best days of your life." He bit his lip, though, trying to choke back tears as he thought of losing his baby brother again...of Sammy going to hell. He couldn't think about that, he had to think about something elese. anything else.
Quickly he rolled Sam over and slowly slid down his pants. Sam quivered in anticipation as he rested his head against his pillow. He moaned as he felt Dean's cock into his anus. How long had it been? Too long for his liking.
Dean started to ride him slow but than anger of what Sam did burned inside of him. Sam moaned in surprise and pain as Dean thrusted harder. Sam's moans got louder as he buried his head into the pillow, Dean's angry thrustings continued and finally he came in jerking motions. Sam bit his lip as he felt it enter his body and finally Dean slipped his cock out and laid next to Sam. Neither said nothing, both were too exhausted to talk. And as both laid there Dean drapped his arm over Sam's naked chest as Sam rolled over. Sam sighed and both closed their eyes and slowly both fell into a nightmarish sleep. Sam's deal haunting both of their dreams...
"Sam Winchesterr," she smiled at him. "I wasn't expecting to see you here."
Sam gave a flicker of a half smile before his face turned stoney cold.
"Does your brother know you are out here?" She asked softly. "Because you know, that goes against our deal."
"No," he said softly. "He doesn't, leave him out of this."
She sighed, boredom filling her tone.
"What is that you want?" She asked calmly. He pointed the colt at her.
"I want to make a deal." His voice was harsh and she stared at him.
"It's a little hard to make a deal with you pointing the gun right in my face," she snapped.
"I want to take Dean's place," he said coldly. She blinked.
"Well I wasn't expecting that." A smile grew on her face. "And what makes you think I'd make such a deal?"
"Because if you don't I'll blow your fucking head off," he spat at her and she stared at him, surprise taking over.
"Such vulgarity coming from you, Sam? I'm surprised, and impressed."
"Stop stalling, and make the deal," he said, his voice shaking. "It's a fair trade and you know it. I should be dead anyway. He never should have made the deal and don't tell me you can't. You've done it before."
She sighed.
"It doesn't seem like I have much of a choice," she muttered as she looked at the colt. "How long do you want?"
"Only a few days." His voice was sof now and she stared at him.
"This is the second time you've surprised me, Sam. Why so soon? So eager to see what the underworld is like?"
"I don't want to give Dean enough time to try and fix it," he said calmly. She nodded.
"Very well, in 3 days I will come and collect my dues." She stepped closer and he raised the gun higher. "Careful suger, I'm just sealing the deal." She leaned forward and pressed her lips on to his. He kissed back, relief flooding him. As he walked towards the Impala he closed his eyes. It was over, the deal was made. Dean was saved, he had saved his brother. He swallowed, wondering how he'd be able to tell Dean.
He slowly pulled up into the motel, but froze when he opened the door. Dean was awake, pacing back and forth. He looked up, relief filling him as he saw Sam enter the room.
"Sammy," he whispered and anger filled his eyes. "Where the hell where you? What the hell have you been doing?" He stared at the colt. "Why'd you bring that? You didn't do anything stupid, did you?" The look on Sam's face told him enough. "Damn it, Sam! What did you do?"
Sam lowered his eyes, he couldn't stop swallowing.
"You..you don't want to know."
Dean stared at him, anger and fear mixing as one.
"You made a deal, didn't you?" He dropped his voice to a whisper. "Didn't you?"
Sam closed his eyes.
"Yes, but..."
"Damn it Sam, I didn't bring you back to life for you to die again!"
"Yes, but that's just it Dean! I'm supposed to be dead already, I'm just making things right!"
Dean stared at him.
"This sounds familiar," he muttered. "I could have made the same deal with demon about dad...I could have and I wanted too. But I didn't. What would your reaction have been if I did?"
Sam closed his eyes again.
"I'm sorry Dean, but I had to save you. I couldn't let you go to hell for me especiall when..."he let his voice faulter.
"Especially when what?" Dean sapped. "No, go on, tell me. When what?"
Sam shook his head and swallowed.
"Especially since I don't know if I'd be going to heaven in the first place," he said calmly and Dean stared at him.
"Why the hell wouldn't you be going there? If such a place exsists."
"Because I can't imagine God wanting demon blood up there." Sam's voice was soft when he spoke and Dean blinked.
"You think that because you have demon blood in you that you have a first class ticket to hell?" He shook his head. "Boy that's about the dumbest thing I've ever heard of."
"Don't you get it, Dean? I have EVIL in me!" Sam finally bellowed. "How can I expect to be accepted in heaven? I've tried to make up for it, by doing good-"
"You're sure the hell a lot better of a person than you give yourself credit for, Sammy," Dean inturrupted quietly, tears in his eyes. But Sam continued.
"But that doesn't change the fact that I have evil inside of me, Dean. It's always been there and always well. And this...this is just making sure that I do something good in my life. That my life meant something. For once I've saved you Dean-"
"Yeah, by sacrificing your soul in the process!"
"You did the same for me," Sam shot back.
Both were standing there. Dean's fists were clintched tightly as he tried to tell himself not to hit his brother.
"How could you have done something so stupid?" He whispered. Sam's eyes watered.
"I had to." His voice was soft and pleading, trying to reach out to Dean, to make him understand. Dean swallowed.
"How long do you have?"
Sam brushed away the tears that were resurfacing.
"Three days." His voice was monotone now, flat. Dean gave a shaky laugh.
"Three days? Is that all?"
"I didn't want to give you time and-"
"And try and save you?" Dean let his mouth quiver into a smile. "Smart thinking little brother, you know me well." Sadness was in his voice now. Sam gave a soft smile.
"Please...I don't want to spend the last days fighting." His voice was soft. "Please...just please."
Dean nodded. Tears were falling freely now. He shook his head.
"How could you have been so Goddamned stupid?"
Sam smiled.
"Guess it just comes naturally...and please...don't try and save me. Don't try selling your soul again....just please, let it be."
"I can't promise you anything," Dean said quietly. "But I'll try."
Sam nodded, knowing that was the best you could hope for. Exhaustion had finally found him.
"Let's just get some sleep," he mumbled. Dean nodded nubmly, still absorbing the shock of what happened, of the fact that Sammy had sold his soul for him. The idea of losing Sam a second time seemed unbarable to him. He watched as Sam collapsed in his bed.
Not wanting to sleep alone he crawled next to him. Sam frowned but said nothing as he felt Dean's body next to his. A bit of excitment ran through him as he remembered those days when they used to make love frequently. They had stopped for the last couple of years. Things had just been too tense and painful for them to be able to enjoy it. And now they might never enjoy it again.
As if reading his thoughts Dean started to kiss Sam's neck and Sam moaned softly, his eyes closing.
"Dean," he breathed softly. Tears were still in both of their eyes.
"How could you do it, Sammy?" Dean asked. He couldn't stop kissing the neck, running his hand under Sam's shirt. Sam felt his cock harden at the touch. "How am I going to live without you?" Sam rolled over than and looked at him.
"You're stronger than you think, Dean," he whispered. He pressed his lips against Dean's and pushed it open. Quickly he found Dean's tongue and pressed against it. Finally he licked Dean's teeth and bottom lip. "You'll survive this."
"No," Dean whispered into his ear. "I won't. I can't lose you...I just can't."
"You can and you well," Sam said firmly. "Because you have too...for me, Dean." Dean continued to kiss quicker and quicker and as he was about to roll Sam over he paused, uncertain of whether or not to continue at a time like this. So many emotions were consuming him, it was all so confusing.
"We don't have to do this now," he said slowly. "If you don't want to."
Sam quickly shook his head.
"No, I do want to," he protested. "I...I need it...." His voice was almost uncertain as he spoke. "I need something to distract me," he explained. "To help make the last few days better..."
"Don't worry," Dean assured him. "I'll make sure these next few days are the best days of your life." He bit his lip, though, trying to choke back tears as he thought of losing his baby brother again...of Sammy going to hell. He couldn't think about that, he had to think about something elese. anything else.
Quickly he rolled Sam over and slowly slid down his pants. Sam quivered in anticipation as he rested his head against his pillow. He moaned as he felt Dean's cock into his anus. How long had it been? Too long for his liking.
Dean started to ride him slow but than anger of what Sam did burned inside of him. Sam moaned in surprise and pain as Dean thrusted harder. Sam's moans got louder as he buried his head into the pillow, Dean's angry thrustings continued and finally he came in jerking motions. Sam bit his lip as he felt it enter his body and finally Dean slipped his cock out and laid next to Sam. Neither said nothing, both were too exhausted to talk. And as both laid there Dean drapped his arm over Sam's naked chest as Sam rolled over. Sam sighed and both closed their eyes and slowly both fell into a nightmarish sleep. Sam's deal haunting both of their dreams...