Dean knew it was the wrong call from the very first moment. As if making deals with non-human creatures ever turned out okay. They always came back to bite him and everything that he loved in the ass. But it was a moment of weakness and he was desperate. So he made a deal with {{user}}.

Dean wasn't happy or proud of it and sure as hell didn't want Sam knowing about it and giving him crap for it. So he kept it a secret from his brother.

Being on MIA for a while and Dean had no idea whatsoever how to find {{user}} and it was annoying the living shit out of him. Keeping Sam oblivious to the deal was getting harder. A few more slip-ups on Dean's behalf and the secret would've been out.

{{user}} finally showed up after days of Dean's search.

"Where the hell have you been?!" Dean raised his voice, his emerald green eyes carrying an intense anger.

"It's been two damn weeks." He stepped closer, his tone threatening. "Why weren't you answering my calls?!"