AN: Gooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! What's this?! A new story?! Oh man you guys! So I had to do a tie breaker for this and this story won out! Since Sam Angel was a close second depending on which story (Sam and the BBB or this) finishes first it'll be next! But for now. This. Lol! So to my regular readers thank you for your support on the last story as well as some of those who joined us in the last story thank you too! :) To the new Padawans of the Dark Side, welcome and enjoy! So I got a new story idea that'll appear on the board later! It's a temporary death fic. But I think it'll do fine. So I'm having a little Supernatural marathon while writing this. I still sob like a little kid when Sam dies in the second season...*sees Sam dying, tears, then sobs* *sniffle* Why must they rip my heart out like this...damn you writers! You have no soul! Lol! Alright I'm done rambling. For now. So let's go see our heroes!

Summary: 4 year old Sam falls victim to scarlet fever and gets worse instead of better. On the brink of death Dean makes his decision. He will not let his baby die! A demon offers him to save his Sammy in exchange for his mortality. He makes the deal and his baby is saved. Afterwards Dean grows more protective and possessive. And what happens when John kidnaps Sam to separate him and Dean? Stay Tuned!

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Dean makes a deal for his baby.

Small pants could be heard in the dim silent motel room. A tiny, too pale, too weak, fevered four year old Sammy Winchester lay. Next to the bed in the chair keeping watch was his over protective momma bear older brother, Dean Winchester.

Dean watched over Sam worriedly. He felt Sam's forehead and sighed. His fever was back up. He re wetted the cold cloth in the bowl of icy water, rung it out, and placed it back on Sam's forehead. Sam stirred and blinked awake.

"De?" He asked weakly.

"Hey kiddo. How do you feel?" Dean asked.

"Tired." Sam whispered.

"I'll bet. Before you fall asleep you need to take your medicine." Dean said moving to get up.

"No." Sam said.

"What? Sammy you need the medicine. You want to get better don't you?" Dean asked.

"Not getting better. Only worse." Sam panted.

"You'll get better. You just need rest and to take your medicine." Dean smiled slightly.

"Mommy said I won't get better. She said I should go with her." Sam panted.

"No!" Dean shouted. "I mean Sammy, you can't. I need you here."

"But she said I won't be sick anymore." Sam said sleepily.

"Sammy. Please. Don't go with her. Just hold on a little longer." Dean begged, tears running from his eyes.

"'Kay. I'll stay. For you." Sam smiled and he fell to sleep.

"Sammy." Dean whimpered. He remembered the scary night this had all started.

Flashback

It was a sunny summers day and the boys were playing outside. Both were happy and laughing.

"Sammy catch!" Dean shouted and tossed the ball.

"I got it!" Sammy shouted back.

He missed it but picked it up and threw.

"I'm awful at this." Sam said and he kicked the dirt.

"Aw Tiger. You just need to practice. You'll be able to catch like me in no time." Dean said with a smile.

"Okay. Throw it again! This time I'll catch it!" Sam said with determination.

"Atta boy! Go long!" Dean said and threw the ball.

Sam ran after it and caught it! He whooped and jumped up and down. Suddenly he felt dizzy and sick. He stopped and another wave of dizziness hit. He fell to the ground.

"Sammy!" Dean shouted and he rushed over. He picked his baby brother up and held him in his arms. "Sammy what's wrong?"

"I I don't f feel so g good De." Sammy said and he passed out.

"SAMMY!" Dean exclaimed. He rushed back to the motel room and their dad rushed them to the hospital.

The doctors diagnosed Sammy with Scarlet Fever. Saying how little kids especially the really little ones like Sammy can suddenly come down with it and he may not have the strength to fight it. After that Sam had stayed in the PICU until John decided that Sammy was going home and he and Dean would take care of him.

That was two weeks ago.

End of flashback

He was brought out of his musing when he heard the motel door open and grabbed the gun he had on the night stand and aimed at the target.

"Easy Deano. Just me." A voice said.

"Dad." Dean said.

"Hey Ace." John smiled.

Dean ran up to his dad and hugged him letting more tears fall.

"Dean? What's wrong?" John asked.

"It's Sammy." Dean choked out.

"Sammy? Is he worse?" John asked rushing to his youngest who been sick for weeks.

"Yes. But Dad, he he-" Dean gasped trying to hold back sobs and failing.

"What buddy? What's wrong?" John asked urgently.

"Sammy said he saw mom!" Dean sobbed.

"What?!" John whispered.

"He he s said that m mom wants him t to go with h her." Dean sobbed. "He can't Dad! He can't! I need him!"

Dean was crying. Crying for his little brother. John brought Dean into a tight embrace and rocked him a little. John didn't know what to do. His youngest was very ill and talking about his mother. He couldn't fathom the idea of his baby boy dying.

"Daddy?" A soft weak voice called to him.

"Sammy. Hey buddy." John smiled.

"Daddy. Mommy wants me to go with her. But Dean wants me to stay." Sam panted.

"Oh Sammy." John said. He didn't know what to say.

"I I told De I w would stay." Sammy shivered.

"Good boy Sammy. We need you hear little man." John said palming his baby boy's cheek lovingly.

"Love you daddy." Sammy rasped. "You too De."

"We love you too Sammy. Here drink a little of this for me Tiger." John said helping Sammy drink some medicine laced water.

"Night night daddy." Sammy said.

"Night buddy." John smiled and kissed Sammy's hot forehead.

"Night night De." Sammy yawned.

"Night Sammy." Dean said kissing his forehead like his dad.

Sammy faded off to sleep and found his mother waiting for him like always. He ran up to her and snuggled into her. She smiled and sat down under the tree with her baby boy telling him stories.

Dean had stopped crying but his heart was still aching. His brother, his little brother, his baby, his Sammy was dying. Unable to lie there and let it happen he grabbed his fathers notebook and looked through it for a way to save his Sammy.

When he found nothing his tossed the book in frustration. He was about to go back to bed when he noticed the page it opened to. It was about a demon.

"A cross roads demon." He read.

He read about how he could make a deal with one and save his baby. But the deals came with a price. He took a moment to decide if it would be worth it. He looked at his brother and made his decision.

He ran out of the motel and headed for the cross roads near the motel and summond the demon.

"Well well. A whelp of the mighty John Winchester. How may I help you?" The demon smiled.

"My baby brother's really sick and he's dying. I want to make a deal." Dean said.

"I see." She said. "I'll make little Sammy all better for your mortality."

"What?" Dean asked.

"That's right. You want baby brother to get better. Well then, I don't want your soul or spirit, or blah blah blah. I want your mortality. You become a demon and I'll save little Sammy." She smirked.

Dean had to think for a moment. Why would a demon want his mortality and not his soul.

"I don't want your soul. See I can't future, that's a no no. But you becoming a demon will actually be a blessing to you. Trust me. And you'll be able to protect him ten times better. And who knows, you might get your mortality back. But if not, some demons have earned salvation. So Dean, do we have a deal?" She asked.

Dean thought about it for another minute.

"Tick tock. Your brother's fading. He won't live to see the sun rise." She said.

"Deal." Dean said.

"Good man. When you wake Sammy will be all better and you'll begin your new life." She said.

They sealed the deal with a kiss and the demon put Dean to sleep and poofed him back into the motel room. She looked over to her left and smiled at the spirit.

"Don't worry Mary. Everything will be fine." She said.

"Thank you Maria. I know my boys will be alright." Mary smiled disappearing.

The supposed demon summoned her black wings and headed back to Heaven. What Dean doesn't know was that he didn't summon a demon but an dark angel.

Scarlet Fever sucks! I had it with Pnuemonia (at the same time! Ugh.) when I was little. I was bedridden for a month! And a dark angel? Oh man you guys! So I'm going to end it here but more is coming!

Until Next Time! *plays Dream On by Aerosmith on guitar*