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CROSSROADS	By : Mystic75 Category: Supernatural > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1022 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Supernatural or any of the characters from the show. I own the OFC only I am not making money from this work. WARING! CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF RAPE AND VIOLENCE!

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I've spent the last 4 1/2 years trying to find a way to kill the demon that ruined my life. I'd found incantations to exorcise demons, but I needed something to get rid of one permanently. I ganked a lot of creepy crawlies along the way. The name Cassie Blake was really getting around. Sometimes hunters even came to me for help.
Then I met Rufus Turner. We happened to be working the same Wendigo case in Salt Lake. So we decided to work it together. After we ganked that sucker, I mentioned that I was trying to find a way to gank a certain crossroads demon. He told me that Sam and Dean Winchester had a special knife that could kill demons. He gave me their number.
I was really nervous to meet the brothers. I had heard so much about them that it was kind of intimidating. They were probably the best hunters on the planet. Demons and angels alike gravitate around them like moths to a flame, and it was just as dangerous for them (the demons and angels, I mean). It was like nothing could touch them, as if they had divine protection or something. The Winchesters were like celebrities of the supernatural world. My hands shook as I dialed the phone.
They were working a case down in Baton Rouge and agree to meet me at a bar close to the motel where they were staying. That was good for me, as I could get a room at that motel if they agreed to help me. Pulling into the parking lot of the bar, I spotted the famous or infamous (depending on who you asked) Impala and nearly started to hyperventilate. I had to sit in my car for a good 10 minutes just to calm myself down.
As I walked into the bar, I was grateful that there weren't many people there. It made the brothers easier to spot. When I walked up to their table, they both stood up to greet me. They were both taller than I was at 5' 7", but the one brother was immense! It was like standing next to a tree. I had to crane my neck to look up at him. I learned that the shorter one was Dean and the Redwood standing next to him was Sam, the one I spoke to on the phone.
Sam offered me a seat between them and there was a bottle of beer waiting in front of me. I sat there staring at that bottle for a long time (at least it seemed like a long time to me). I watched the droplets of condensation slide down the neck of that cold bottle like it was the only thing left in the world. Eventually, Sam cleared his throat before he started talking.
"So, Cassie! What brings you down to the swamp?" Sam took a long swig of his beer before he continued. Dean sat on my other side with a smirk on his face, albeit a friendly one. "From what we've heard about you, you're not a hunter that needs help ganking a run of the mill monster. It must be pretty serious". I took a sip of my beer and sighed.
"Also personal", I said. "A demon...", my voice shook as the words stuttered out of my mouth. "A demon is coming to collect me in 6 months". Sam and dean exchanged confused glances. Then Sam's eyes went wide and his mouth fell open.
"Did you make a deal with a crossroads demon?", Sam whispered. Dean's eyes bugged out at his brother's question. I just shook my head as I stared at my hands. When I looked up again they were both staring at me with those confused expressions again. I looked back down at the bottle on the table. I didn't want to relive that night again, but what other choice did I have?
"My dad sold his soul to save my mom, who was dying of cancer", I said softly. "Which was pointless because she died in a car crash a year later. Sam sighed and looked down at his hands.
"I'm sorry about your mom, Cassie", Sam said. "But It's not the first deal that's ended that way". I heaved a heavy sigh and just nodded. I figured as much. You can't trust demons to stick to a deal.
"But when it came time for the demon to collect", I said, "and that giant invisible monster showed up, my dad begged him to be let out of his contract. The demon gave him a way out". I took two long swigs from the beer in front of me before I continued. "He only had to give up the only thing he had left...Me".
"And your old man agreed to this?", Dean hissed at me. Tears were streaming down my face as I nodded again. I had lost my voice and a sob escaped my mouth before I could stop it. Sam shot Dean an angry look and put his hand over mine, squeezing it gently. Dean looked down like a child who'd been chided by his mother.
"Do you know this demon's name?", Sam asked me, still holding my hand. I shook my head, the tears didn't seem to want to stop. "Can you describe him?" I nodded my head and wiped my nose on the sleeve of my coat, sniffling.
"Um...white guy, black suit, blue silk tie, black overcoat, and a British sounding accent". Dean slammed his fist down on the table making me jump. They looked at each other with the same knowing expressions on their faces. They knew exactly who this asshole was.
"CROWLEY!", they both snarled at the same time. They must have had dealings with this jerk in the past and it didn't appear to be very pleasant for them. I kept my head down. It was getting pretty tense at this table. Dean jumped out of his chair and started pacing back and forth in front of the table.
"IT HAD TO BE FUCKIN' CROWLEY?!", Dean shouted in my direction. "THE GODDAMN KING OF HELL?!" Everyone in the bar was looking at us. I tried to melt into my chair, but I obviously didn't get very far. Sam jumped from his chair and whispered heatedly in Dean's ear. Dean sat back down in his chair and breathed heavy through his nose. "I'm sorry I yelled at you", Dean said through gritted teeth, He wouldn't look at me.
"It's OK, Dean", I whispered. "I was angry too. For a long time". I looked down at my hands and sighed. "But now I've run out of time. Crowley's coming for me in 6 months and he insinuated that he was going to...", I grimaced, not being able to finish what I was going to say. Bile rose up into my throat and I swallowed hard, trying to push it back down. It was Dean this time that reached out to comfort me, placing a hand on my shoulder.
"That won't happen", Dean said gently. "He will die before I let him touch you. Understand?" I nodded again. I seemed to be doing a lot of that. He reached out with his other hand and lifted my chin. His eyes were warm, just like his smile. I glanced over at Sam and saw the same smile.
The brother's drove back to the motel, with me following behind in my beat up Chevy Nova. I was able to get the room right next to there's in case there was trouble. I laid awake for a long time that night. All this new info rattled around in my brain and I was afraid to shut my eyes for fear I would see those blood red ones in my dreams. For months after my encounter with that monster, I had nightmares about those eyes.
THE KING OF HELL? And I thought I was in trouble when it was just an ordinary crossroads demon. How was I gonna fight the KING OF HELL? The Winchesters were strong and resourceful. I just hoped that they knew how to kill this fucker. Because if they didn't, this was gonna be a long, rough 6 months.
For all of us.
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