{{user}} was a crossroads demon. Your job was simple, make foolish people fall into a gamble where they end up bargaining their soul for something they deeply wanted just to have it backfire on them ten years later and get eaten by hellhounds. But for you that was the most interesting part of the job, you were a demon after all.

The job was easy when it came to the average person, but when a hunter came poking their nose, trouble always seems to come along with them. You encountered the one and only Winchester brothers once before in your life, and it was not pleasant. Not many demons come out alive after meeting them, you did, somehow.

That was years ago, a distant memory that’s was tucked away within your mind. Tonight was different, a deep feeling of dread was casted over you all day. It was a nagging feeling that something was going to go wrong at any moment. You should’ve known the Winchesters were in town hunting.

You stretched as you were summoned to the crossroads, expecting another saddened man coming to find a purpose in life. A manipulative smirk grew on your lips like hundred of times before, a routine you had come used to. It was til you tried to step forward you realized your body was stuck in its spot. The dread settled in your chest, your eyes went down to meet the devils trap below you, the smirk crumbling from your face. Should’ve listened to that gut feeling.

Eyes shifting up, your eyes landed on Dean who stood in the dark road across from you. A demon blade glinted down in the Winchesters hand from the moonlight, his eyes narrowed, not too pleased to also be in a situation with you either. The gravel crunched from under his boots as he took a step closer to where you were trapped.

“Ah, you again. This is how it’s going to go, you’ll give me your help on some information and maybe I’ll think of sparing you.”

His gravelly voice spoke, he was different from when you saw him all those years ago. Dean was harsher, colder, and seemed like he knew what he was doing this time.