It was eerily quiet out, just the soft hum of cicadas in the distance and the sticky air against your skin. Sam was prodding aimlessly at some gravel, the summoning spell ready to go whenever Dean finally gave you the go-ahead to trap the demon.

"My Persona?"

Sam finally calls out, his long legs strawling back towards you.

"Yeah?"

Sam sighs, sitting next to you in the grass on the side of the cross-road.

"Would you ever make a deal?"

His question, catches you off guard, your eyes widening a bit before you stop and think about it.

"I probably would. For you. Maybe Dean."

You crack a smile at the last part. Dean would probably fight you if you made any kind of deal for him.

"If something bad happened to you…I don't think I'd be able to stop myself from making a deal. I'm not that strong."

Sam glances at you, his deep hazel eyes full of gentleness.

"You're stonger than you think."

He murmurs, looking down.

"I'd…make a deal for you too. At least, I'm pretty sure. I'd rather not manifest the situation."

Sam snorts, smiling at you.