Hello, Superwoman0124 here! This is a supernatural Dean/Sam Slash. I think this one turned out alot better than Love of Angels, mostly because it's more story based.
I hope you like it cause it took two and a half weeks to write!
The Winchesters didn't enjoy being separated. And it had only been two days. Dean was hunting some kind of demon meat suit who is killing families in the love of his life, his baby, the '67 Chevy Impala. Sam caught scent of some weird 'animal attack' traffic in Pennsylvania in his black Dodge Charger SRT 8. They both needed to be settled, NOW.
"Yeah, Bobby, I'm good..." Sam said convincingly, holding the phone to his ear with his left hand; his right hand tapping his impatient fingers on the warm leather steering wheel. "Ya' know, I have been on hunts without De before."
Bobby grunted over the phone and let out a light sigh. "Just make sure you get back here in once piece, ya' idgit."
Bobby had pointed the odd behavior to a crossroads demon out in the middle of nowhere, Pennsylvania. Apparently the demon, only known as Vanessa, was granting wishes and then sending hell hounds only a few days later. Only knowing what was in John's Journal, Sam headed forward, looking for signs of a turn off into the pre-dusk 8:30 p.m. sky.
Sam hung up the phone and continued on the road to Pennsylvania. He was driving from one of the Carolinas, by himself. He had already been driving for 5 hours and sadly, all he could think about was his big bro. He turned on the radio, trying to make himself zone out and he was satisfied to be the one to be in control of the music for once.
Grumpily, he sighed and drove for another 3 hours straight, trying his hardest not to think about the trouble Dean would be getting into and nodding to the bass when his favorite song came on.
Sam drove for hours until he finally came to a dirt road four way intersection. Starting to ponder which way to go, he saw the yellow Yarrow flowers. Yarrow flowers are a much needed ingredient in some hoodoo summoning spells. Sam assumed this was the place.
He moved his dodge to the side of the road and waited until midnight, clutching the newly sharpened demon killing knife in his hand. He had a plan of attack. Call, Kill. That simple. But the demon Vanessa had other plans in mind.
Sam opened his trunk with a loud squeak and pulled out his spare tire. He pulled out the false floor and scanned his collection of mystical items. He needed certain things for the ritual to work. He took all the salt rounds out of the faded aqua blue tin box they were in and placed 3 things inside. His picture; A picture of a the perfect Winchester brothers from some dive, god- knows-where when De ate the 72 ounce steak. Sam ripped the picture in half, only leaving Sam's smiling face. Some graveyard dirt; which he always kept in handy due to the fact that it was so useful. He also included the right femur from a black cat; because any bone would do. He also snatched a rosary and dad's journal, for the exorcism. He slid the demon killing knife in his back pocket and tucked the box, rosary and the journal under his arm and walked into the direct center of the crossroads.
Sam dug his hands into the earth and felt the soft dirt between his fingertips. He dug a hole about a foot wide in an imperfect oval and slid the box down in the dirt.
"You're Sam Winchester?" The beautiful woman appeared behind Sam, dressed in a red dress and pearls, but nothing on her feet. "I expected you to be… shorter."
Sam let out a light chuckle and slowly turned to face the demon with blood red eyes. He gripped the knife handle jutting out of his back pocket. "Funny." He continued to entertain Vanessa, knowing he could meet up with his brother soon. "I get that a lot."
"So," Vanessa seductively winked "What can I get for you, Sam? Fame, fortune, a hot big sister perhaps?"
"No," Sam kept a tight hold on the hilt of the knife "You should go to hell." Sam arched the knife back and attempted to slash Vanessa's young face. He missed, and plunged the crossroad demon's right palm as she raised it to protect herself.
"Wait!" She wailed "Sam…" She huffed, dizzy with blood loss. "I can give you anything you want!"
"No thanks, bitch." Sam pulled out the journal and flipped quickly to the bookmarked crossroads page. He held the rosary in his hand and began the ritual.
"Regna Tarrae, cantata deo."
"Sam, Sam, please..." She began to whimper "Just hear me out! I really can give you anything! I won't hurt you, I promise! Devil's truth!"
Sam froze and stopped the ritual.
"Anything?" He took a shallow breath and gazed intently on the flinching demon as she attempted poorly to pull the dagger out of her wounded hand. Every time she tugged tightly on the handle, more blood squirted. She winced when Sam wrapped his fingers around the blade and jerked the knife out of her skin.
She cringed. "Free of charge. Promise."
He set the journal and rosary down and tore a sleeve off of his blue plaid long sleeved shirt and wrapped it around her marred palm.
"That's really not necessary, human. Although I should be pissed you tried to exorcise first, ask questions later." She looked away nonchalantly.
"Do you blame me? You're a demon. I'm a hunter. That's how it works." She could tell she was skidding on thin ice judging by the anger in her voice. She would have to convince him, and convince him soon, or she would be back in hell before she could say H-E-double-hockey-sticks. "What's with you giving out free wishes anyway?"
"Sure, free of cost. But not without consequence." Sam stared at Vanessa with a puzzled. "Well," she continued "I have you know, I'm not taking souls anymore. I've found a sort of peace not collecting…" She untied the matted piece of fabric, freeing her fingers before continuing "not collecting souls for the big boss anymore. I'm selfish, and I love it that way. And I also love money. 3 grand a wish"
Sam inspected her hand. She was already fully healed.
"What do you mean? When I heard about the 'animal attacks', I automatically assumed hell hounds."
"You've done your homework, Winchester." She stood with her feet shoulder length apart and placed her hand on Sam's shoulder. "The wishes, those are my doing. The hell hounds are for people whose checks bounced."
"So why am I free?"
"I really like this meat suit. If you killed it, I would be very upset."
"You said earlier there were consequences. What kind?"
"Oh please." She rubbed her hand on Sam's shoulder and Sam shrugged her hand off. She took a step back and explained. "Like you don't already know. There is always sacrifice when you get the things you want. None of that 'A dream is a wish your heart makes' crap. Don't you ever watch TV? In the end, the hero always ends up sorry."
"If I do end up sorry, I'll be back."
She clapped her hands together and jumped once, causing the spaghetti straps of her red dress down to her arms. "Oh, Goody!" she said enthusiastically. "Does that mean we're gonna do business?"
"Are you this excited with all your clients?" Sam rolled his eyes.
"I told you," She giggled "I really liked this suit."
"Okay, so how does this work? I just tell you what I want, and it happens automatically?" Sam turned and picked a yarrow flower, knowing if this didn't work out, what his best escape route was.
"Yeah, usual genie business. No wishing for a million wishes. Ya know, that spiel. As long as you don't kill me, it'll last forever. No going back on a contract for Sam Winchester."
"Okay. I've never said this out loud so bear with me. I want…" Sam took a deep breath and tried to say it as fast as possible without getting embarrassed. "I want my brother. I want him to know it's okay to love me... like that. I want him to know that I want him… you know... I don't want you to force him to love me. I know he does. I just want you to make him feel like it's alright."
Vanessa smirked, and looked at him questioningly.
"Done. Your brother is now your love puppy." She approached him, grabbed him by the back of the neck and locked him in a passionate kiss. It only lasted seconds, but to Sam it felt like forever. Their warm tongues meshed together and smoothed out in the middle, clashing on the unfamiliar territory. She broke it moments later, stepped back and blinked.
"Too bad you're gay." Vanessa smiled and waved. By the time Sam opened his eyes, she was gone.
Sam smiled as he got into his slick dodge charger. His first thought was to call Dean.
He pulled his phone out of his jean pocket and took off his plaid shirt with one sleeve left to put on another. He scrolled through his contacts, while slipping his arm into the sleeve and found the one contact he was looking for. 'D'
After the casual talk about Dean's case, Sam told Dean about his.
"Wassat, Sammy?" Dean said hoarsely "Is the bitch way down south, or what?"
"'fraid so, De." Sam smiled, wondering where his brother was, and desperately trying to change the subject. "Hey, where the hell are you, anyway?"
"In your motel room, waiting for your bitch ass. There's something we need to talk about." Dean sighed, unsure of the emotions he was feeling.
"Yeah, yeah. Me too. I'll be there in about a half hour."
"Sure." Dean hung up.
Dean bought 3 things. A bottle of Port Wine, in case things went well. A bottle of Dutch Apple Lube, in case things went REALLY well. And 2 bottles of Jim Beam, in case they needed to erase the even memory of tonight. God, He hoped things went well.