Leave the Deal Making to the Professionals

Warning! Bad Bad Language!

Chapter 2

The next morning was awkward and slightly painful for Sam Winchester. He awoke in one of the motel beds him and his brother, Dean, got only two days before. If it weren't for the pain, Sam would have thought that the night before with Crowley was all one big dream. It made his mind go a million miles an hour at the thought of having rough-passionate sex with the King of the Crossroads. It was being with the demon made him question many things about himself, number one being his sanity and, two-his sexuality. He wouldn't lie to himself, the sex was probably the best he'd ever had and he already ached for more.

Crowley made sure he was plenty comfortable before starting, much to the hunter's surprise. During this 'experience', Sam laughed (more than he had in a long time) and he gasped and moaned like a two-cent whore, he blushed just thinking about it. Finding himself in the motel with his big brother in the bed beside him, Sam was both relieved and disappointed, but he wouldn't let the thoughts get to him. He wouldn't be that person; you know the one. They have one night with you and instantly they are clingy and don't wont to leave you-well Sammy was feeling that way, even though he really did not want too.

In the next moment, he heard the rustling in the other bed, confirming that Dean was waking up. A load groan was heard as the older brother finally sat up and opened his eyes. Blinking back the sleep from his eyes, Dean-fuzzy eyed- glanced at Sam who was looking at him, eyebrow cocked.

"Shut up, bitch," Dean grumbled.

"I didn't say anything, Jerk," Sam smirked, loving the moments when he could tease Dean when usually it was the other way around.

"You were thinking it in abnormally shaped head of yours."

"Hey! Someone didn't get laid last night, what did the girls finally start gaining sense and say no?"

"No, I had plenty of offers but decided to wait on your ass. Where the hell did you go?" Dean all but yelled.

"No where, just for a walk. I needed to clear some things in my head. Sorry for making you worry." Sam said guiltily, looking at Dean with his big-puppy-dog eyes. It made his big brother melt on spot, as always.

"It's OK, just next time-leave a note. Also, take your cell phone." He gestured to the phone that lay on the side table that lay between their beds.

Suddenly Dean got a weird look on his face as he looked at his younger companion. "What's that on your neck?" Looking at Dean in confusion, Sam got up and walked to the bathroom to check out what was on his neck, shutting the door behind him. There, in the mirror, was a small black tattoo; a C, that clearly was meant as a sign of possession and ownership from Crowley. How the hell will he be able to explain this to Dean! "Damn you, Cowley," he cursed under his breath.

"You don't like it? I thought it was simple and perfect-like you," said a British drawl from behind him. Sam jumped in shock and swirled around to look at the demon in shock.

"Crowley," he exclaimed, wide eyed, "what…what are you doing here?"

"Can't I see my new mate the night after we first made love?" he smirked.

"M-Mate?" Sam stuttered.

"Yes, why do you think I asked for you to be 'mine' rather than for your soul? Though, by extension, I do get your soul; but you don't have a time period to live like anyone else," Crowley said.

"Oh," was all the hunter could say. Crowley then backed Sam into the sink and grabbed the back of his "mate's" neck as he pulled him into a passionate kiss.

"I knew the moment I laid eyes on you. See, everyone-including demons- get a soul mate. You are mine. Now that I have you in my sights, I will never let you go." He whispered into Sammy's ear after the kiss ended. Then as fast as he appeared, Crowley was gone. Feeling very dazed by the kiss, he at first didn't hear the banging on the door.

"Yo! Sammy, are you almost done putting on your makeup? I need to take a piss," Dean shouted.

"Don't be so vulgar, Deano." Sammy said to his brother as he opened the door to allow said brother in.

TIME CHANGE

It's been a few weeks since he last saw Crowley and Sam was feeling the effects. He was acted like someone killed his puppy, and he would mope around; cause more than once for Dean to yell at him. The tattoo incident was long forgotten thanks to Dean's ADD and the cover-up Sam applied every morning to make the mark disappear. The brothers were currently on the road for a hunt, Sam still shuttering from the old lady that hit on him on the last one.

Dean was singing his heart out to Led Zeppelin's "Rock and Roll" beside him and he was trying to sleep. 'Trying' being the operative word here.

"Oh for the love of Queen Elizabeth, will you shut up already!" Crowley shouted at Dean from the back seat. The car swerved on the road (luckily they were the only ones on it at this time of night) and screeched to a halt. Dean, gun ready swung his body around to point said gun in the demon's face. Sam rolled his eyes. On one hand he didn't want Dean killing his mate, on the other hand, Crowley deserved it for popping up at random intervals.

"Who the fuck are you?" Dean growled.

"Oh? Sam didn't tell you?" Crowley grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"Sam? What's he talking about? You know him?" Dean demanded answers.

"Dean this is Crowley, he is the King of the Crossroads," Sam explained with a sigh.

"What the fuck is the 'King of the Crossroads'?"

"He is the demon that holds all of the contracts that crossroad demons make; he also held yours not too long ago before I made a deal with him." Sam practically whispered. He looked down, bracing himself for the inevitable explosion. But from the corner of his eye all he saw was Dean slump in his seat, as if in defeat.

"Sammy, little brother, how long?" he asked.

"How long…?" Sam asked confused.

"How long do you have until this mother fucker takes your god damn soul!"

"Well, Dean, don't get your panties in a twist," Crowley said patronizingly. Dean quickly pointed the gun at him again in pure fury. "I have already gotten Sammy's soul, and when he does die-which wont be for a very long time- he wont be going to hell. He will be with me, as always."

"What?" Dean now confused.

"Dean, Crowley is my soul mate, and I gave myself to him in exchange for making your deal null and void."

"What!" Dean yelled now the angriest he has ever been since Jake killed Sam.

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