I studied the objects in the box: my license, a cat femur, and some graveyard dirt. It’s all what I needed, yet I hesitated for some reason. Oh, wait. That’s why: I was about to make a deal with a demon. I looked up from where I knelt in the dirt, seeing the trap drawn out perfectly. The hole was dug in the middle, the perfect size for the box I held in both hands currently. With a deep sigh, I placed it in the hole, covering it back up.

A few moments later, I heard footsteps approaching me. I still knelt in the dirt, actually concerned about what I’d just done. Looking up, my eyes met with the demon. Red eyes watched me as I stood, keeping my gaze locked firmly on the being. Briefly, I thought about backing out, forgetting the whole ordeal.

“Six months,” was all he said. I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Dean Winchester got more time.” He raised an eyebrow.

“I can lower it.” I sighed.

“You don’t even know what I’m here for.”

“Oh, please. You think I don’t know?” I looked down.

“I need to save them. They don’t deserve this…” He sighed deeply.

“You know what it takes.” I nodded, walking over to him. The purple hair of the meatsuit was periwinkle in the moonlight, and he was honestly attractive. It wasn’t a real brief kiss, but it wasn’t too long, either. He smiled at me as he stepped back.

“Now, as for the trap…” I looked at him.

“I really should be exorcising you, but…” I walked to the edge of the circle, kicking some of the painted dirt out of it. He smiled again, walking out and disappearing.

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When I got back to the motel, Dan was sitting up, colour gaining on their cheeks. Their hardened hazel gaze turned to me.

“Why would you do that, Scott?” I shrugged.

“You'd do the same for me. I know you would.” They sigh.

“Not if you asked me not to.” They pause, sighing again.

“How long?” I look away.

“Six months.”

“Six mo- What the actual fuck? Dean goddamn Winchester got longer.” I nod.

“I told the demon that and they threatened to make it shorter.” They pinch the bridge of their nose.

“Fuckin’ hell. Goddamn demons are fucking stupid.” I sigh.

“Can't do anything about it. It is what it is.” They nod.

“Eso si que es. Was the meatsuit cute?” I nodded.

“Not gonna deny that.”

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Six months flew by fast, and soon enough, the hounds showed up. But the demon was with them.

“We meet again,” he said, smiling.

I snarled. “Couldn't just let the hounds get me? Had to come to see to it that I died?” It nodded.

“Gotta steal you away before someone else gets your soul downstairs.”
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So I tried to do a crossroads demon!Dylin and hunter! Scott, but that didn't work out all to well xD...

Song: Phantom by NateWantstoBattle

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Immortal-trash389