Title: Christmas Lights

Summary: Crowley takes over Dean's deal.

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There was no time for thinking. Sam was dead, and Dean needed to act fast if there was any way of bringing him back.

Bobby had told him it was hopeless, that there was no spell in any book that would be able to save Sam. Dean believed him, but that didn't mean he was going to give up on his only brother.

He knelt down, taking a wooden box filled with various trinkets necessary for this task such as a legitimate form of ID, graveyard dirt, a black cat tail bone, along with a bushel of yarrow, and started to claw a hole in the dirt.

"My my, aren't we eager."

Dean didn't even bury the damn thing and already there was a demon waiting for him. He spun towards the voice, and found its owner to be a male shorter than him, smiling. Dean didn't see the color of his eyes, but no sane person would just walk up to a person at a crossroads and say 'hello' in the middle of the night.

Dean looks around. "Where's the chick?"

The demon clicks his tongue. "Why does it matter? I figured I needed to come for this one myself."

"And you are…?"

"Oh how rude of me not to introduce myself." The demon nods as he extends a hand towards Dean. "Crowley. King of the Crossroads."

Dean scoffed, not taking it. "King of the Crossroads?"

Crowley lowers his hand, but is still smiling. "That's right, Dean Winchester."

There isn't really any time to question it. "And you can make a deal with me?" Dean asks.

"Right again." Crowley begins circling Dean, eyeing him like he was appraising a jewel.

Dean clears his throat. "I want -"

"To bring back your brother from the dead. How noble of you." Crowley stops in front of Dean, smirking.

Dean nods, meeting Crowley's eyes which flash red. "Ten years, ten years and then you could drag me to Hell."

Crowley hums. "I don't know."

Dean is desperate. "You don't know what?"

"I don't know if I want to drag your pretty face to Hell where all those other demons can get their hands on you." Crowley smiles. "No deal."

Does he have to bargain with his soul? "Eight years."

Crowley sighs. "You misunderstand me. I don't want to take you down to Hell."

Again, there's no time to really think about it. Sam's body is decaying as they stand there negotiating. "Then what do you want for bringing Sam back?"

Crowley tsks. "Don't get me wrong, Dean. I still want your soul."

"So then what do you want with it?" Dean didn't care whatever happened to him or his soul, just as long as he can bring Sammy back.

"I want it." Crowley runs his fingers along Dean's chest, causing Dean to shiver.

Crowley takes a step back, his touch lingering. "How about this. No years. You don't go to Hell. Not now, not ten years from now, not ever."

"Not ever?" Dean has to blink at that one. What kind of deal was he making here? But to have a chance to avoid eternal damnation… "What's the catch?"

Crowley whispers in Dean's ear, "The catch is, you are mine. Your soul, your body, they belong to me the second you sign the contract."

Dean backs up for the need of personal space. That's a strange way of wording it. "Seal it with a kiss, no?" he asks.

Crowley shakes his head, bringing his hand to cup Dean's ass. "Not this kind of deal, Dean. This kind of deal needs a bit more than just kissing."

Dean can put two and two together. "We need to have sex?" he asks incredulously.

Crowley traces his fingers around Dean's crotch and pulls Dean's hand over the bulge in his pants. "Smart boy."

Dean pushes him away. "No, I'd rather go to Hell than give you… me," he finished lamely. "There has to be something else."

Crowley checks his wristwatch. "Shame, and I thought you wanted to bring back your beloved brother." He turns to walk away.

"Wait!"

Crowley stops in his tracks and turns back to the only living Winchester. "Yes?"

"I'll… I'll do it. I'll give myself for Sam." He bites his lip and begins to unbuckle his belt.

Crowley raises an eyebrow. "You don't want to go over the terms?"

Dean shakes his head. "It doesn't matter. Whatever you say I'm still going to say yes."

Crowley grins devilishly as he watches Dean start to undress. "I'm glad to see you come to reason, Dean." He looked around at the crossroad site they were standing at. "But we're not going to have sex here, on the filthy ground. That's just barbaric. "

Dean looks up, fingers on his fly. "Then where…"

"I'm assuming you want your Sammy back as soon as possible." Crowley tilts his head over to the Impala. "I know how much you love that car."

Dean bites his lip. Of all the one night stands he's had, he's never had sex in his car. Never. And he never wanted to. He and Sam practically grew up in that car. He didn't want to desecrate the only real home that they had.

"Mother fucker."

But he knew that he didn't have a choice.

He leads Crowley over to the Impala, and when he's about to unlock the backseat with his hands shaking does the realization of what he's doing crash over him.

He's about to have sex. With a demon. He's having sex in order to fulfill the contract of selling himself, body and soul, to said demon.

But he was nothing without his brother, and there weren't any other options that he could take.

Dean gets a hold of himself as he unlocks the backseat, crawling in with Crowley following after him. Crowley shuts the door behind him, and they sit there awkwardly for a few moments.

They turn to face each other, Dean about to say something when his mouth is covered with Crowley's lips. Crowley deepens the kiss, pulling Dean closer by the shoulders. With Dean about to speak it's an open invitation to get a taste of the hunter. Dean tastes like whiskey with an underlining sweetness to him, while Dean gets a taste of scotch and cigars.

Crowley didn't say that Dean had to enjoy himself, but with his belt undone the demon stuck his hand down Dean's jeans, stroking his cock with gentle tugs and twirls around the head.

Dean lets out a soft moan at the sensation, and could feel Crowley laughing as he turns a bright red.

Crowley finally breaks the kiss, giving Dean the ability to breathe once more. The Demon King is still stroking his cock when he orders, "Suck me."

Dean's half hard at this point, and whines when Crowley stops his hand to pull Dean's over his fly. Dean undoes the button and zipper and pulls out Crowley's hard cock. Dean takes it in his mouth, deep throating him as fondles his balls in his hands. Crowley lets out a sigh as he continues to stroke Dean's dick.

"I knew you'd be a great cocksucker; your lips were just perfect," Crowley praises as Dean begins to bobble his head, licking along the shaft and sucking on the head. Dean gets a taste of pre-come as he hums, causing for Crowley to start thrusting into his mouth.

Crowley pulls himself out, holding out his fingers for Dean to suck. Dean was more than happy to, without lube this was going to hurt like a bitch. He quickly inserts them into his mouth, tongue gliding over them, trying to get them as wet as possible.

Crowley removes his fingers with a pop, and uses his free hand to pull Dean's jeans down to his ankles. He pulls off Dean's combat boots to remove his pants and raises his legs to put on his shoulders.

He takes a moment to bask in the moment, that he was about to own Dean Winchester whose destiny will forever be changed by selling himself over to him.

He notices Dean's hand reaching to his own cock to touch himself so Crowley bats it away with his hand. He thrusts the wet fingers into Dean quickly, pulling in and out as Dean grunts with pain. In order to compensate, Crowley used his free hand to wrap his fingers around Dean's shaft, eliciting a moan from the hunter.

When Dean freezes up and lets out a loud moan he knows he found what he was looking for. Placing his lips over Dean's he pushes himself in, slowly to get Dean to adjust.

Crowley pushes his tongue into Dean's mouth as he begins to thrust in and out, aiming and hitting the bundle of nerves that makes Dean forget as the car rocks. Forget that Sammy's dead. Forget that he was having sex to sell himself to a demon in order to bring Sammy back from the dead. Crowley wanted and Dean allowed himself to lose himself in the pleasure as Crowley wrestles with his tongue, runs his hand up and down his dick, and hit his prostate in swift succession.

Dean shouts as he comes, falling limp while Crowley thrusts a few more times before coming himself. When he pulls out Dean could feel his come sliding out of his ass.

He's too lost in his orgasmic bliss to hear the chant that Crowley whispers, but screams all the same when Crowley places his hand to his forehead.

"You shall make a lovely consort," Crowley tells him as he climbs over to the passenger side.

Green eyes flash red as Dean smiles.

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This might be a series but I'm not entirely sure just yet.

Thanks for reading!