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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧

𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭...𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥

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"So much for low profile. You got a warrant for your arrest in St. Louis, and now you're officially in the Feds' database," Sam told Dean, typing away at his laptop as the three siblings sat in the diner.

Dean smirked and brought his water glass to his lips. "Dude, I'm like Dillinger or something."

"Dean, it's not funny," Sam scolded, giving his older brother the famous bitch face. "It makes the job harder. We have to be more careful now."

"Well, what do they got on us?" Delaney asked, sitting up in the booth seat next to Dean who had his arm draped behind her head on the back of the booth.

Sam was quiet for a long moment before he went back to typing on his laptop. "I'm sure they haven't posted it yet."

"No accessory, nothing?" Dean questioned.

"Thank God," Delaney let out a breath of relief. "One less thing we need to worry about it. It's bad enough that they have Dean in there."

Sam pouted and leaned back in his seat. "Shut up."

Dean chuckled, reaching across his sister to grab a fry from her plate. She slapped his hand away and he merely grinned at her as he popped the fry into his mouth. "You're jealous."

"No, I'm not!" Sam defended.

Dean merely hummed and stole another fry from his sister. "Sure, whatever you say. What do you got on this case then?"

Sam shut his laptop closed and grabbed the pages of research he had done the night prior. "Architect Sean Boyden plummeted to his death from the roof of his home - a condominium he designed."

"Build a high-rise and jump off - that's classy," Dean muttered. "When did he call animal control?"

"Two days earlier," Sam replied.

"And he said he saw a black dog?" Delaney questioned, remembering a bit of what Sam told the two about last night when he came across the news article last night.

Sam flipped through the pages of research until he came to the paper that had the details of the black dog. "Yeah. Said it was a vicious, wild, black dog. The authorities couldn't find it, and no one else saw it. In fact, the authorities are a little confused as to how a wild dog could get past the doorman, take the elevator up, and start roaming the halls of the cushiest joint in town. After that, no more calls. He doesn't show up for work. Two days later, he takes a swan dive."

Delaney crossed her arms and tilted her head as she thought over the information presented to her. "So... we're dealing with a black dog? Are there any lores on black dogs?"

"It's all pretty vague," Sam replied and handed over the papers to his siblings. "There are spectral black dogs all over the world, but some say they're animal spirits, others say death omens. Anyways, whatever they are - they're big, nasty..."

"Yeah, bet they could hump the crap out of your leg," Dean cut Sam off as he looked over Delaney's shoulder who was shifting through the pages of information. He snatched one page out of her hand and flipped it around for Sam to see. "Look at that one. Huh?"

Sam and Delaney both gave Dean a deadpan expression.

"What? They could."

-°—✞——✞—°-

"So, you and Sean Boyden were business partners for almost ten years, right?" Delaney asked the man as her, Dean and Sam stood in the man's massive kitchen. She tried to stand right in her heels since it had been a while since she decided to wear heels with her suits for the cases. Now Delaney remembered why she usually went with flats or wedges, rather than high-heels.

It blew her mind at how expansive the whole house was. It was almost like a mini mansion and Delaney couldn't help but take a second to admire the place as she stood there with her brothers. Delaney could never imagine being able to afford a place like this now. It was something that her and Will would talk about wanting one day, but now that would never happen. He was gone and now her dreams of being a successful lawyer while owning her own firm was out the window.

"That's right. Now, one more time, this is for..."

"A tribute to Mr. Boyden - Architectural Digest," Dean replied and the man laughed. The laugh almost sounded... bitter. "This funny to you?"

The man shook his head and dropped his hands to his sides. "No, it - it's just a tribute. See, Sean always got the tributes. He kills himself, leaves me and his family behind, but he gets another tribute.

"Any idea why he'd do such a thing?" Sam asked.

"I have no clue. He lived such a charmed life."

"How so?" Delaney questioned.

The man leaned against the center island and crossed his arms across his chest. "He was a flat out genius. I mean, I'm capable, but next to him, uh... it wasn't always that way either."

"No?"

"You want to know the truth? There was a time where he couldn't even design a pup tent. Hell, ten years ago, he was working as a bartender at this place called Lloyd's, a complete dive."

The three siblings exchanged a silent look before turning back to the man. "So, what changed?" Delaney inquired.

"You got me," the man shrugged. "But over night he gets this huge commission, and he starts designing - he starts designing the most ingenious buildings anyone has ever seen. It was like the level of Van Gogh and Mozart. It..."

Delaney noticed the man pause as he seemed to become overcome with a thought. "What?"

"It's funny - true geniuses, they seem to die young, don't they? To have that kind of talent, why... why just throw it away?"

-°—✞——✞—°-

Delaney and Sam sat in the Impala while they waited for Dean to come out of the Animal Protection Agency place with the information they were looking for. They needed to see if anyone else had called in the sight of black, vicious dogs or if it was merely just Boyden. He eventually came out and sat in the driver's seat with a piece of paper in his hand, a post it note on the top.

"Did you find out anything?" Delaney asked her brother, poking her head into the front seat.

"The secretary's name is Carly, she's twenty-three. She kayaks... and they're real."

Delaney gave her brother a look that screamed are you kidding me? "Did you happen to ask her if she had seen any black dogs lately?"

"Every complaint called in this week about anything big, black or doglike. There's nineteen calls in all, and uh..." He trailed off as he ripped the post it note off the paper and held it out to his siblings. "I don't know what this is."

Delaney snatched from him and giggled softly. "Uh, you mean Carly's Myspace address? I didn't even know people still used that thing."

"Yeah, Myspace, what the Hell is that?" Dean asked.

Delaney snorted and stuck the post it note to Dean's suit jacket, sitting back in her seat.

"Seriously, is that like some sort of porn site?"

-°—✞——✞—°-

Delaney, Dean and Sam followed a short, dark haired woman into Dr. Sylvia Perlman's house and into the kitchen.

"The doctor, well, she - I don't exactly know when she'll be back. She left two days ago," the woman explained to the trio. Sylvia had been one of the names on the list that called about a black dog. They had already tried two of the other places but they came up empty. Third time was usually the charm right?

"Okay, and you are?" Sam asked.

"I'm Miss Perlman's maid."

"So, where did the doctor go?" Dean questioned.

The maid shook her head. "I don't know. She just packed and went. She didn't say where. That stray dog, did you find it finally?"

"Uh, not yet," Delaney responded with a small smile. "You didn't happen to see it yourself, did you?"

"Well, no. I never even heard it. I was almost starting to think the doctor was imagining things, but she's not like that, so..."

Dean glanced over a picture he held in his hand that was found on the side of the fridge. "You know, I read she was the chief surgeon at the hospital. So she's got to be, what, forty-two or forty-three? That's pretty young for that job."

"Youngest in the history of the place," the maid added with a proud smile. "She got the position ten years ago."

Delaney furrowed her eyebrows as Sylvia and Sean both had something in common. Ten years ago they both had a huge change in their career that was almost impossible or would have taken a lot more experience to get to where they were. How did they just suddenly get the skill or the job handed to them? "An overnight success, ten years ago."

Dean and Sam seemed to have the same thought as her because they both nodded. "Yeah, we know a guy like that. Oh, look at this."

Delaney and Sam walked closer to Dean as he flipped the photo around to reveal LLOYD'S BAR, NOVEMBER 1998 written across the back of it. "Lloyd's Bar," she whispered and took the photo from her brother.

There was no way that this could be a coincidence.

-°—✞——✞—°-

A little while later, the three siblings arrived outside Lloyd's Bar. They exited the car and glanced around them. The bar was the only thing in a good mile radius and there was a dirt crossroad with weeds all around, save for the growing yellow flowers on the edges by the dirt road.

"Wait, that's weird," Dean said and stopped his siblings from moving any further towards the run down looking bar that looked more like a shack, two cars parked outside of it. "Think someone planted those flowers?"

"In the middle of all these weeds?" Delaney asked, following her brothers over to the yellow flowers across from the bar.

"These are, uh, what do you call them?" Dean questioned, looking to his brother for the answer.

"Yarrow flowers?"

Dean scanned the flowers in front of him, the gears in his head turning. "Aren't these used for certain rituals?"

"Yeah, actually, summoning rituals."

Delaney scoffed and ran a hand through her hair. "So, two people became sudden successes about ten years ago, right around the time they were hanging out here at Lloyd's."

"Where there just happens to be a crossroads," Sam added, gesturing to the middle of the road that went off in four different directions, quite literally making a cross. "You think?"

"Let's find out," Dean said, leading his siblings to the middle of the road and looked around them. "This seem about the dead center to you?"

"I think so," Delaney replied and watched as Dean ran to the trunk to grab his shovel. 

Dean walked back over to Sam and Delaney to begin shoveling into the dirt on the road, hitting something metallic after about a few digs into the ground. He dropped the shovel to the ground and dusted away the dirt to reveal a metal case. Pulling out the case and standing to his full height, Dean opened it up to reveal a small vile with dirt inside of it, a photo of a man and three bones.

Delaney took the vile of black dirt out of the box and examined it. A feeling a dread settled heavily on her heart. "I can bet you a million dollars this is graveyard dirt.... and a black cat bone."

"That's some serious spell work," Dean noted tossing the bone in his hand back into the case while Delaney tossed the vile back inside. "I mean, that's deep south hoodoo stuff."

"Used to summon a demon," Sam informed to Delaney who already had a feeling about that being the case.

"Not just summon one apparently," Delaney said, running a hand down her face. "It's like Sylvia and Sean made a deal with this thing. That never ends well."

Sam glanced around them as if the crossroads demon would suddenly appear behind them. "They're seeing dogs, alright... but not black dogs. They're seeing Hellhounds - demonic pit bulls."

"Whoever this demon is, it's back and it's collecting and that doctor lady, wherever she's running, she's not running fast enough."

"So, it's just like the Robert Johnson legend, right?" Delaney asked, following her brothers back to the Impala where the two boys sat on the hood and she stood in front of them, hands on her hips. "Like... selling your soul at the crossroads kind of deal?"

"Except that wasn't a legend. You know his music," Dean answered.

Delaney shrugged, having never heard the man's music before. She'd of course heard the name at least once because it sounded familiar, but not enough to where she really knew about the man much minus the rumor of him selling his soul.

"You don't know Robert Johnson's songs?" Sam asked, sounding shocked. "Delly, there's occult references all over his lyrics. There's Crossroad Blues, Me and the Devil Blues, Hellhound on My Trail. Story goes that he died choking on his blood. He was hallucinating, and muttering about big, evil dogs."

"And now it's happening all over again," Delaney concluded, her hands dropping to her sides. "We have to find out if anyone else struck any bargains."

Dean scoffed and shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. "Great, so we have to clean up these people's messes for them? They're not exactly squeaky clean. Nobody put a gun to their head and forced them to play Let's Make a Deal."

"So we should just let them die?" Delaney argued.

Dean tilted his head and Delaney wanted to slap the sarcastic look off his face. "Someone goes over Niagara Falls in a barrel, you gonna dive over after them?"

"Dean..."

Dean huffed as he had a silent face off with his baby sister who looked as if she could stand there for hours and not care. "Fine! Okay? Fine. Rituals like this, you got to put your own photo into the mix, right?" He held up the photo of the man from the box, the man's big smile staring back at Delaney. "So this guy probably summoned the thing. Let's see if anyone inside knows him... if he's still alive."

-°—✞——✞—°-

Delaney walked up a flight of wooden, creaking steps beside her brothers. "So what's his name again?"

"George Darrow," Dean responded, rubbing a hand over his mouth. "Apparently quite the regular at Lloyd's. This house probably ain't up next on MTV Cribs is it?"

"So whatever kind of deal he made..." Sam began and was cut off by Dean.

"Wasn't for cash, but who knows? Maybe this is full of babes in Princess Leia bikinis," Dean clicked his tongue as he gestured two boobs in front of his chest, earning eye rolls from both of his siblings. "I'm just saying, this guy's got one epic bill come due. Hope he at least asked for something fun."

The three stopped outside of apartment 4C on the fourth floor where George had been said to live. Noticing black dust sprinkled just outside the apartment door, Delaney pointed it out to her brothers. "Look at that."

Dean squatted in front of the door and dabbed his hand in the black substance, sniffing it when he brought his fingers to his face. "What is that, pepper?"

The door was suddenly opened to reveal a dark skinned man with white hair dressed in a flannel and jeans. "Who the Hell are you?"

"George Darrow?" Dean asked.

"I'm not buying anything," George said and moved to shut the door in the siblings' faces.

Delaney quickly stuck her hand out to stop the door from closing all the way and George cracked the door open again. "Whoa, looks like you went for the wrong shaker there. Usually, when you want to keep something evil out, you go for the salt. Not the pepper."

George eyed the three warily. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Talking about this," Dean replied and held up the man's picture. "Tell me... you seen the Hellhound yet?"

"We want to help. Please just give us five minutes," Sam pleaded.

George seemed to think it over a second before he reluctantly let the three inside of his apartment and closed the door behind them. He walked over to the table in the corner of the room and filled his glass with whiskey. All around his apartment were paintings either finished or half finished and the table he stood at was filled with multiple paint brushes and paint colors.

"What is that outside your door?" Delaney asked George.

"Goofer dust," George explained and took a sip of his drink, noticing the three wearing matching confused looks. "What, you three think you know something about something, but not Goofer Dust?" He tossed Dean a sack tied closed with twine.

Dean effortlessly caught it with his right hand and turned the bag over in his hand. "Well, we know a little about a lot of things, just enough to make us dangerous."

"What is it?" Sam asked.

"Hoodoo," George replied, placing his now empty glass down on the table. "My grandma taught me. Keeps out demons."

"Demons, we know," Dean chuckled.

George grabbed the bottle of whiskey and his glass before making his way across the apartment. "Keep it. Maybe it'll do you some good." He stopped in front of a yellow, plush rocking chair and placed the bottle and glass down on the small wooden table next to it. "Four minutes left."

"Mr. Darrow, we know you're in trouble," Delaney spoke up as she watched the man pour himself another glass of whiskey.

"That you got yourself into," Dean mumbled.

Delaney shot her brother a look to shut up. "It's not hopeless, alright? There's got to be something we can do to help you."

George waved his hand, lowering himself into the rocking chair. "Listen, I get you guys want to help, but sometimes a person makes their bed and they just got lie down in it. I'm the one that called that demon in the first place."

"What did you do it for?" Dean questioned.

"I was weak. I mean, who don't want to be great? Who don't want their life to mean something? I just... I just never thought about the price," George explained with a solemn expression.

"Was it worth it?"

George shook his head at Dean's question. "Hell no. Course, I asked for talent. Should have gone for fame. I'm still broke... and lonely. Just now I got this pile of paintings don't nobody want." He sighed as he glanced around at his various art works that littered the place. "That wasn't the worst."

"Go on," Sam prodded gently when George paused.

"Demon didn't leave. I never counted on that. After our deal was done, the damn thing stayed at Lloyd's for a week, just chatting and making more deals. I tried to warn folks, but who gonna listen to an old drunk?"

"How many others are there?"Delaney questioned, the feeling of dread inside only tripling at this point.

"Uh... this architect, a doctor lady. I kept up with them. They've been in the papers," George sighed sadly. "At least they got famous."

"Who else, George? Come on, think," Dean instructed.

George thought for a long moment before snapping his fingers. "Oh, one more. Nice guy, too. Hudson - Evan, I think. I don't know what he asked for. Don't matter now. We done for."

"No, there's gotta be a way," Delaney argued, not wanting to let this poor people die.

"You don't get it," George snapped. "I don't want no way out."

"Look, you don't - "

George stood up from his chair and cut Delaney off. "Look, I called that thing! I brought it on myself. I brought it on them. I'm going to Hell, one way or another. All I want is to finish my last painting. Day or two and I'm done. I'm just trying to hold him off till then, buy a little time."

Delaney deflated while her two brothers gave the man a sad smile. She couldn't believe this man didn't want their help. Did he really want to die?

"Time you three went. Go help somebody that wants help. I got work to do."

"You don't really want to die," Delaney countered, not wanting to give up on the man.

"I don't? I'm... I'm tired," George responded, walking over to his easel and beginning to paint.

-°—✞——✞—°-

Later that night, Delaney jogged up the porch steps of Evan Hudson's house followed by her brothers. Once in front of the door, she grabbed the door knocker and banged it against the door three times and stepped back to stand in between her brothers.

Evan Hudson opened the door dressed in a button up shirt and suit pants, his blonde hair slicked back. "Yes?"

"Evan Hudson?" Dean asked and the man nodded. "You ever been to a bar called Lloyd's? Would have been about ten years ago."

Evan's face paled and he quickly shut the door in the siblings' faces, locking the door behind him.

"Way to go, Dean," Delaney huffed at her brother and barely flinched at the harsh, scolding look Dean shot at her.

"Come on, man, we're not demons!" Dean yelled through the door.

When there was no response, Delaney turned to Dean with crossed arms. "Any other bright ideas, genius?"

Dean narrowed his eyes at her before he took a step back and kicked the front door open, rushing in with his siblings behind him. They ran around the first floor and stopped outside of double wooden doors when they heard a sound from inside. Dean lifted his foot to kick the door in again, but Sam caught it before it could hit the doors.

Sam dropped Dean's foot and pushed open the door on the right and gave him a look, entering inside. 

"Please! Don't hurt me," Evan begged as he came out of hiding spot behind a wall in the office they seemed to have entered.

"We're not gonna hurt you," Delaney assured him, holding her hands up to show she wasn't going to do anything or had anything on her. "We're here to help you."

"We know all about the genius deal you made," Dean said.

Evan froze, furrowing his eyebrows as his eyes bounced between the three. "What? How?"

"Doesn't matter," Sam responded. "All that matters is we're trying to stop it."

"How do I know you're not lying?" Evan challenged, his voice shaking slightly in fear.

"Well, you don't, but you're kind of running low on options there, buddy boy," Dean remarked with a smirk.

Evan sighed and walked closer to the siblings when he decided to just believe them and allow them to help. "C-can you stop it?"

"We don't know, but we'll try," Delaney promised him with a gentle smile. "What did you ask for anyway?"

"My wife."

Dean chuckled darkly, bowing his head. "Right, getting the girl. That's worth a trip to Hell."

Delaney sighed and glared at Dean. "Dean, stop."

"No, he's right. I made the deal," Evan voiced, crossing his arms. "Nobody twisted my arm. That, uh, woman or whatever she was at the bar, she said I could have anything I wanted. I thought she was nuts at first, but..." He trailed off, shaking his head with a sigh. "I don't know. I was - I was desperate."

Sam furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Desperate? For what?"

Evan ran a hand over his face as he walked over to his desk, leaning his hands ontop of it. "Julie was dying."

Delaney and Sam glanced to Dean who seemed to freeze. It almost sounded like what John had did to save Dean when he was dying in the hospital after coming face to face with the yellow eyed demon. However, unlike John, Evan got to live for another ten years while John had just died a few minutes after making the deal. 

"You did it to save her," Dean stated more than questioned.

"She had cancer. They had stopped treatment. They were moving her into hospice. They kept saying matter of days. So... yeah, I made the deal..." Evan explained, turning back around to face the siblings. "And I'd do it again. I'd have died for her on the spot."

Dean was quiet for a long moment and Delaney could feel the defensive and angry tension that was radiating off him. "Did you ever think about her in all of this?"

"I did this for her," Evan snapped.

"You sure about that?" Dean challenged, stepping closer to Evan. "I think you did it for yourself. So you wouldn't have to live without her. Guess what, she's gonna have to live without you now. What if she knew how much it cost? What if she knew it cost your soul? How do you think she'd feel?"

Delaney reached out and pulled her brother back from the man. "Okay, relax. Evan, sit tight and we're gonna figure this out." She pushed her brothers outside of the office and closed the door behind her. "Dee, are you okay?"

Dean stopped at the end of the hall and turned to face his sister. "Yes, Delaney, why wouldn't I be? Hey, I got an idea." He dug in his pocket and revealed the Goofer Dust, tossing the sack to his sister. "You throw George's hoodoo at that Hellhound, keep it away from Evan as long as you can. I'm gonna go to the crossroads and summon the demon."

Delaney's head snapped up, her eyes wide. "Summon - are you nuts, Dean?"

"Maybe a little, but I can trap it. I can exorcise it, and I can buy us time to figure out something more permanent."

"Yeah, but how much time?" Sam countered.

"I don't know. A while. It's not easy for those suckers to claw their way back from Hell and into the sunshine."

Delaney shook her head defiantly. "No, no way."

"Not allowed to say no, Della. Not unless you have a better idea."

"She's right. You can forget it, Dean," Sam agreed, not liking the thought of Dean having to go face to face with this demon. "We're not going to let you summon that demon."

Dean raised his eyebrows. "Oh? And why not?"

"Maybe because I don't like where your head is at right now," Delaney explained, shaking her head. "That's why not."

"What are you talking about?"

"You've been on edge ever since we found that crossroads, Dean, and I think I know why," Delaney said.

Dean rolled his eyes and brushed past his younger siblings. "I don't have time for this."

"Dad. You think maybe Dad made a deal. Hell, I've been thinking it. I'm sure Sam has been thinking it, too," Delaney stated, earning a nod from Sam to show he had the same thought as both of them.

"It fits, doesn't it?" Dean whispered, turning back around to face his siblings again. "I'm alive. Dad's dead. Yellow-Eyed Demon was involved. What if he did? What if he struck a deal? My life for his soul."

It was quiet for a long moment until Evan yelled from the office that he heard the Hellhound outside.

"Just keep him alive, okay?" Dean ordered his siblings.

"Dean..."

"GO! Now!"

-°—✞——✞—°-

Delaney sat on Evan's desk while Sam sprinkled the Goofer Dust along the windows and under the door. He then sprinkled it around Evan in a circle.

"What is that stuff?"

"Goofer Dust," Sam explained.

"Seriously?"

Delaney shrugged, crossing one leg over the other while her hands leaned on either side of her. "Yeah, afraid so. You can either believe us or not believe us - whatever you want. Just don't leave that circle, okay?"

Sam dumped the rest of the contents of the bag in the circle around Evan and stood to his full height. "That's all of it."

Evan whirled around and looked out the window behind Delaney. "You guys hear that?"

Delaney hopped off the desk and stood next to Sam. "Um, no. Where is it?"

Evan turned back around and his face began to pale even more than it already had. He pointed a shaky finger toward the double doors of the office that began to violently shake as if something  "Right outside the door."

Sam quickly grabbed Delaney and moved the both of them into the middle of the circle next to Evan. His grip tightens on his sister's shoulders and he looked to Evan. "Just don't move, okay? Stay where you are."

The door suddenly stopped moving, but Delaney didn't let her guard down. "Do you still hear them?"

"No," Evan whispered, glancing around them.

"Is it over?"

The grate behind the chairs in the corner of the room burst open and Delaney jumped slightly as the three turned to look at the grate laying on the wooden floor. 

"It's here!" 

Delaney quickly grabbed Evan before he could exit the circle. "No. Stay inside the circle!"

Two sets of claw marks appeared just outside of the circle, causing the three to take a step away from the edge of the circle.

"Come on, Dean!" Sam yelled, keeping both Evan and Delaney behind him.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew around the room as if the window had been opened and it started to throw around the papers left on Evan's desk. As the wind continued, the Goober Dust began to blow away and made a small opening in the circle so Evan was no longer protected by it.

"The circle is broken! Come on!" Sam yelled, pushing Evan and Delaney toward the doors of the office and out into the hallway. They run to a random storage room and shut the door behind them with Sam holding his weight against the doors as the Hellhounds begin to pound against it.

Eventually, the pounding stopped and Sam leant off the doors. "You think it's over?"

Delaney waited a moment to see if the pounding came back, but it never did. "I think so."

-°—✞——✞—°-

Dean sped down the empty dark roads as he glared out the windshield. Once Dean had come back to Evan's to pick them up, he explained to them what the Crossroad Demon said about John. How he was stuck in Hell and it was a lot worse than the three could even imagine. She had even offered Dean to bring John back if he gave her his soul that would be collected ten years from now. However, Dean obviously didn't take her bait and the Crossroads Demon escaped.

"Demons lie all the time, right? Maybe she was lying about Dad," Delaney suggested quietly.

Dean scoffed and leaned his head against his hand. "Please. Is that really what you think?"

Delaney frowned and glanced at Sam through the rearview mirror who looked just as upset as Dean did. 

"How could he do it?"

"He did it for you," Delaney reminded her brother.

"Exactly," Dean stated with a heavy exhale. "How am I supposed to live with that? You know, the thought of him, where he is right now... I mean, he spent his entire life chasing that yellow-eyed son of a bitch. He should have gone out fighting. That was supposed to be his legacy, you know? Not bargaining with the damn thing. Not this."

"How many people do you think Dad saved total?" Sam asked, glancing at his brother.

"That's not the point, Sam."

Delaney poked her head into the front seat and placed her chin on her crossed hands. "Evan Hudson is safe because of what Dad taught you guys and what you guys taught me. That's his legacy, Dean. Now we're still here, Dee. So we got to keep going. For Dad. Dean?"

"Yeah, kid?"

"When you were trapping that demon, you weren't... I mean, it was all a trick, right? You never considered actually making that deal, right?" Delaney hesitantly asked, not actually knowing if she wanted to know the answer or not.

Dean just stared ahead out the windshield, not bothering to give a response as he raised the volume on the radio.

Delaney flinched and sat back in her seat so she could put some distance between her and the speakers. Why couldn't they ever just catch a break? All she wanted was. A. Freaking. Break.

AUTHORS NOTE

Hi hey hello

So we are just two chapters away from some angst and I have been dying for this angst ALL SEASON SO FAR WOW! Next chapter really begins the ball for said angst so strap up ladies and germs because Sassy!Delaney will be making a comeback HARDCORE the next two chapters.