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Crossroads

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                                                Crossroads
         (A Supernatural Fanfic)
          “Don’t you get it yet?” A petite woman, with lush, dark hair whispered seductively, her lips brushing against his ear. Her elegant fingers toyed with his thick hair as she spoke, “Dean’s as good as dead.”
         Sam Winchester spun around, pointing the antique-looking gun at the woman’s head. She smirked and closed her azure eyes, and when she opened them, they were completely covered by a metallic black sheen. Sam flinched and took an automatic step backwards, his face twisted by revulsion. “A demon,” he breathed, more of an accusation than a question. The woman’s smile widened, revealing dazzlingly white teeth.
       “Now, Sam, I’m offended,” she said mockingly, “don’t you know who I am?” She snapped her fingers and a fleeting vision of a deserted gravel intersection clouded Sam’s vision.
                  “The Crossroad’s Demon?” Sam replied incredulously, his eyes narrowed in disbelief. “But, I killed you!”
             “Yeah,” scoffed the demon, “you wasted a bullet, all right.” She smirked at Sam’s befuddled expression. “Let’s move on to more important matters,” she said dismissively, “namely, do you have Dean’s burial plot all picked out?”
              Sam’s eyes narrowed and a muscle in his jaw twitched angrily. Without a word, he smacked the barrel of the gun across the demon’s cheek. She raised a hand to touch her red cheek, and a dark grin played on her lips.
“Now, Sam, where’s your sense of chivalry?” she said, mockingly. “Didn’t anyone tell you not to strike a lady?”
“Release Dean,” Sam’s voice was as soft as death, and there was an icy edge to it. The demon rolled her eyes.
“That again?” she asked. “I told you before, that’s not my call to make.”
There was a soft click as Sam cocked the hammer on the gun. “Then I’ll just have to kill you again, and, this time, I’ll make sure you’re dead.”
The demon eyed the barrel of the Colt in amusement. “What, no mercy?” she retorted. Her gazed intensified as she studied the man in front of her. “I wouldn’t think so, after all, it was your absurd humanity that started it all.”
Sam grimaced. “What do you mean?”
“You should have killed that solider, Jake, when you had the chance,” the demon said, with a cruel smile. “But you let foolish compassion,” she spat out the word like a curse, “get in the way. So, instead he killed you. And, Dean? Well, Dean came to see me three days later-”
A loud bang cut off the demon’s sentence; Sam had pulled the trigger and sent a bullet tearing into her stomach. She glanced down at the wound momentarily, before looking back up at Sam.
“Ouch,” she said indignantly. “Did you really think that would work?” She slinked over to Sam and caressed his cheek. “You should have seen him, Sammy” she whispered. “The look on his face as he begged for your life, the desperation... it was breathtaking.”
“You’re a monster,” Sam hissed, roughly pushing her away, and turning to leave.
“Better get your good-bye speech in order!” she called after him. “Dean’s only got a week left!” Sam flinched and stilled, his hands clenched angrily into fists. The demon saw this and grinned.
“Oh, I forgot to mention.... there is one way to save your brother,” she said, raising a hand as if to beckon him to her.
Sam slowly turned back to her, loathing etched onto every inch of his face. “How?” he demanded.
“Take your rightful place as the leader of the demonic army,” explained the demon with a shrug. “Then you would have power, power enough to convince the demons to release their claim on your brother’s soul. All you have to do is lead them to victory.”
“You mean wipe out the entire human race?”
“Not all of them.” The demon tilted her head coyly, “besides, they’re human. Deeply flawed, and pathetic. Isn’t your brother more important to you?”
“Stop it!” Sam shouted, his face drawn and pale.
“Isn’t he?!” There was a strangled silence that followed her sentence. The demon sighed and shook her head at Sam. It was obvious that she thought he was being a complete idiot.
“Well, either way, you’ll see him again,” she said, turning away from Sam and facing the dark countryside. “Y’see, Azazeal’s supporters would do anything to bring you to our side. They know Dean’s your weakness, and they’ll use him against you.”
“How?”
“By turning him into a demon. The reason that it normally takes centuries for a human to attain demon hood is that hell is in no particular rush,” the demon sighed again, as though she was being forced to explain the obvious. She looked over her shoulder and flashed him a quick grin. “With Dean, though, they’ll focus their full attention on him... he’ll be on our side in a matter of months. No human can fight against the despair of hell for long. Yup, pretty soon Dean will be just another demon... all thanks to you. ”
“A demon,” Sam repeated dully, his expression stricken.
“You’d better act fast though, if you want to save him,” laughed the demon. “Dean’s contract’s almost up.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sam squinted his eyes against the blaring light of the sun. Next to him, the alarm-clock was blasting, letting out an unearthly wail. Sam sat up slowly, brushing his dark hair from his eyes.
“Hey, Sleeping Beauty,” Dean said, poking his head out of the bathroom, a toothbrush still in his mouth. His smile wilted a little at the expression on Sam’s face.
“Sammy, what is it?” he asked, hastily pulling the toothbrush out of his mouth. “What’s wrong?”
“It was nothing, Dean,” Sam said mechanically. “It was just a dream...”
“Clowns again?” Dean smirked. “Do we need to take you to therapist or something?”
Sam groaned and heaved his pillow at his older brother. But the demon’s words continued to replay in the back of his mind, and though Sam Winchester tried to push them out of hi thoughts, they kept coming back, like poison....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“...there is one way to save your brother...”
Woo! My my entry for the "Demons Contest" on Supernatural club!!! Hopefully it's good... I wrote it at 10 o'clock last night (only time I had...) Hope you like it...


*Supernatural is the Property of The CW and a whole bunch other people I don't know... Not Mine*
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