An idea I was thinking of throughout the season 2 premier. And yes, I know that Dean sells his soul in the finale too, I was accidently spoiled by that :( cause I stubbled on a youtube video of Sam's death so of course I FREAKED and had to investegate, lol.
Sam rubbed his forehead. It had been hours since they had gotten to the hospital. Both his brother and his father were in a coma. It was just him. Only him. He stared at Dean's pale face, tubes stuck in his throat. Tears formed in his eyes.
"Please Dean," he whispered. "Don't leave me. Not now. Not when we were starting to be brothers again." He wiped away the tears as he saw Dean wouldn't, couldn't respond. "It should have been me." He shook his head. "Goddamn it, it should have been me!"
Angrily he stormed through the halls, forcing the hot and angry tears back. He stopped briefly at the doorway of his father's room. His father at least wasn't so pale, but still. Than suddenly he remembered the book in his backpack. Quickly he flipped through the pages until one caught his eye.
Selling your soul to the Devil
He stared at the page, thoughts racing through his head.
Sell your soul. Sell your soul.
He had heard that line before. Selling your soul to the devil. Many times. But he never thought much about it. He never thought he'd even consider . But now both his father and brother are in a coma. And it was his fault. He was the one driving, wasn't he? He licked his lips and shook his head. He couldn't do it, could he? And yet...he knew he had too. If his family dies he might as well be dead.
For the first time since they got here he was glad that they were in a coma. That they couldn't talk him out of it. He knew that Dean would especially. He nodded and kept on nodding. He had to do it. If there was a possible way of saving his family...he had to do it.
Sighing he gathered the necessary equitment from the car. Slowly he walked to an old warehouse and started the spell.
"Hey, what are you doing down here?" A man snapped. Sam blinked in surprise.
"What? Er nothing, sorry..."
"Yeah, you better be sorry," The man growled but stopped as he heard a clicking noise. There was Sam holding the gun at him.
"You think I'm that stupid?" He smirked.
The man's eyes flashed yellow.
"Not anymore," he hissed. "What do you want?"
Sam sighed as he lowered the gun.
"I want to make a deal."
Short, but if i get enough reviews I'll definantly make the next chapters longer :)