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Chapter 1: Dusk With A DealIt wasn't like she cared about her life anymore. All her life had been a burden, from the day she was born. So now she stands at a crossroad, summoning a demon. Sure she had a family. Everyone has one. Her feet plastered to the dirt, kicking up rocks and debris as she waited for the deal to strike. "Oh, screw this life." She muttered before she placed the box into ground. "It's not like anyone's going to miss me." She was ready. Her life was pointless. She'd been hurt mentally and physically by someone in her family she trusted, cheated by countless amounts of boyfriends and most of all she just had been a victim to abuse her entire miserable life. "Hello, darling, what brings you to the king of hell's crossroad?" The short man with a Scottish accent appears in front of her. Scarlett tapered her toes closer to the man and made a quick grim smile. Of course it was forced. She never smiled. She had no reason to be happy. Life had fallen apart at the seams faster than she could stop it. "I'm ready." The man's features slightly flickered with confusion. She fought the urge to roll her eyes and run her painted crimson nails through her thick curls. She elaborated, slightly annoyed at the crossroad demon. "To sell my soul. It's not like anybody will care anyway." She huffed. For a moment the Scottish man frowned before upfronting his soulless face. Human emotion? Bullocks, stupid Moose. He made him feel more human like. The king hadn't been human since before he sold his soul for a bigger dick size. He clicked his tongue and said." Alright. We just have to seal the deal."The Scottish man's puckered as he slowly leaned in to seal the deal with a kiss. The ginger-redhead released the breath she was holding and leaned closer to the demon, his glowing black eyes enticed her. A snap broke the tension, appeared a charming man, strong build with a carematic smile and emerald green eyes from the woods. He looked like he'd been aged quite a lot. From afar Scarlett could tell that this man had been through trauma in his lifetime. It was shown in the man's pain green eyes. "Don't!" He warned, Then sending the demon a snarl. "Squirrel, find another deal to squash." The demon's accent thick, hardened his black eyes. Scarlett stumbles back. She wasn't appealed by the man's eyes. Hell she knew he was a demon but she didn't think that his eyes were so dark. "Crowley." He dared, stepping into the deal center, causing the demon to reach out and about to snap his finger before he stopped. He stared for a second, surging the woods for any hikers. It was Dusk but some humans like hiking in pitch black. He had to give them props for that. It took bloody guts to brave the dark swallows. "It's the King of Hell!" The king of Hell roared. She watched curiously at the scene unfolding in front of her. Then it all started to make sense. She noticed holy water in the man's boot, a knife in his coat pocket and a gun clenched in his right hand. This man was a hunter. She scowled at the thought. A damn hunter is stopping her demon deal. "Oh, how cute a hunter is saving me." She laughed at the irony of this meet up. The hunter looked up from the demon and masked a perfected scare tactic with his eyes. Scarlett wasn't afraid. No matter how hard he would try to protect her; it wouldn't work. She still didn't want to live. She never had an affinity about life. She had her time and she made her peace with that. "And, yes I am a hunter. A hunter that won't let you ruin your life. Now come along, your life is must more valuable than a crossroad demon." All she did was chuckle at the hunter. If he really thought his plan would work, he had another thing coming. Although the hunter had seen the death in her eyes. He still wouldn't back down. Crowley, the demon argued," Hey! Us crossroad demons got feelings!" Scarlett and the hunter both made a face. "Demons don't have feelings or souls." The hunter retorted, grinding his teeth together and curling his hands into fists at his sides. He clicked his tongue again." Are we gonna seal the bloody deal or not!"Scarlett stood startled by the harshness in his demand. Man demons were demanding. Maybe she should've sold her soul to the angels. Expect heaven's angels don't do deals that's the work of demons. All demon deals always ended with hell-hounds and nothing but the cage of fire -- Hell. That's where she'd be going if that stupid hunter hadn't sabotaged her deal. She sighed, shaking her head." I guess not." And started walking away. Crowley rolled his eyes and chuckled darkly." Bullocks!" And then he was gone. She sighed in relief, avoiding the hunter's eyes at all costs. It wasn't like she felt guilty or anything. She only wanted to leave earth and never return. She started to walk away when a force pulled her back. She faced the man with green eyes and halted. He still looked furious. "You're lucky you know."She laughed humorlessly." I don't really think so." Before letting out a suppressed sigh fall from her blood red lips.The hunter frowned." Why do you say that?" He asked. She thought about all the times her life was hell. The times her father laid a hand on her in the wrongful way. Her screams filling her lungs as he pounded her, leaving her all bloody. Instead she snapped," It's none of your damn business!" "Okay.." He sighed," I guess I shouldn't of asked..." his tone sounded warily. "Yeah you guess." She snipped, rolling her eyes at the hunter with such dislike. As she was about to storm away; his hand caught her arm and forced her to stay. If she really wanted to, she could easily break his arm: only if she wanted to. She inhaled deeply before releasing. "Do you got a place to stay?""What's up with the questions? Are we playing twenty-questions that I didn't known of?" She sassed. She didn't want to play these games. "It was just a simple question!" He shouted.It took everything in her to calm down. She was furious and all she wanted to do was disappear. And since he stopped that from happening she wasn't sure where she was going to go now. She kinda already broke her lease to her apartment and said her goodbyes. There wasn't much else left to do. And that left her homeless. Her voice was soft," No." She sighed." I have no place to live." It wasn't like she was accepting an invitation to his life or anything. He just simply asked her a question and she delivered the message. "Come with me." She was taken back by the offer. Nobody ever in history would offer just like this mystery man had. He went out of his way to stop her from killing herself basically. That was what she was doing. She was about to make a deal with the devil."W-What?" The hunter smiles." Don't worry, I won't bite."All the way to his vehicle her mind was sending off signals. What are you doing? Are you insane? He could be an axe murder for all you know! She ignored all the warning bells ringing in her head and sat in the passenger seat next to the hunter. She watched as he pulled out of the woods and turned the dial on the stereo. Led Zeppelin echoed in her ears as they drove down the interstate. "By the way, I'm Dean." She heard the man next to her say before turning on his turn signal. Scarlett smiled. She liked the sound of his name. It seemed like it had a story to tell; just as much his eyes told. She cleared her throat." Scarlett Crimson."Dean continues to keep his eyes on the road until he made it to his final destination. Scarlett's quite surprised by his living situation. A bunker? Okay... that's not alarming at all. It's definitely not like those serial killer documentaries she used to watch years ago. Don't get her wrong, he seems like he wouldn't hurt a fly but his eyes. The look that they gave her. Only made her suspicions arise.
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Chapter 2: BunkerScarlett's feet stand like a statue at the top of the stairs. She heard that morning voices in the kitchen. It almost feels so unwelcoming. "Dean, you can't be serious! She's a stranger."As she stepped closer to the kitchen she heard Dean grumble. "She has nowhere to go, Sam. What was I supposed to do? Leave her to Crowley." She figured out they were fighting about her. Well he was the one to stop the deal. She was perfectly fine with the deal until he ruined it. Her eyes roamed the room. The place was pretty outdated. She could tell that this place hadn't been updated since the 60's. She growled angrily as she stumbled upon a room with books on the back shelf. Do they think they live in the 70's? Apparently her question was answered when she entered the kitchen. "I understand but we can't take in strays!"She stumbled upon Dean and his brother Sam. Well that's what she thinks his name is, since that's what she heard Dean say. "I never asked him to." She butted in, causing the brothers to face her. "Sc—""It's fine, I'll go." She interrupted them before Dean could say a word. Before she could turn. She felt an arm pulling back. "Wait! That was my idiot little brother." She faced Dean with a hard face. She could tell he was clearly annoyed at his brother. She turned around to face him. She got the feeling under that tough mindset. He was really only trying to help someone in need or thought she was in need. She wasn't. Her life was in shambles. It didn't matter anymore."Why do you care so much?!" She snapped, withdrawing all her fury into one explosion.
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Chapter 3: Complications Of Loathing“Why do you care so much?!” She snapped, withdrawing all her fury into one explosion. Those words echoed in his own mind. Why did he care so much? Deep down he knew why, but he was afraid to open his mouth. He once was the lost soul that tried - succeeded to sell his precious soul and went to hell. He did it for his own cause - to save his brother, Sam. And if he had to do it over again, he wouldn’t change a thing… maybe breaking in hell by Alistar. He would change that mistake, becoming buddies with Crowley, who turned him into the Mark Of Cain Demon. As of now, the Winchester brothers were dealing with the aftermath of killing Death. And it seemed like to Sam, his brother had to find someone to save. Like they didn’t have enough of their plates with God being awol and the new darkness overtaking the earth. No. His brother had to save a damned damsel in distress, who clearly didn’t see a point in being saved in the first place. “I care..!” He snapped, broke off into a silent struggle. The vein on his forehead was about to pop. “I care because I once felt the way you do - the helplessness that seems to never go away, I know that feeling because I’m damaged too!” The ginger was shell shocked on what to say. Nobody has ever related to her in any way - Somehow the Hunter Dean does. Why did he care anyways? His answer surprised her, but she still didn’t care enough to make an expression to seem as if she was caring. “Okay thanks, but no thanks, Hunter.” She said walking away from him and headed to find her way out. She couldn’t have someone saving her. She didn’t deserve to be saved. “Scarlet!” The hunter shouted for her as she grabbed her useless belongings on her way and tried to touch the metal door handle.” Come back here!” She had to fight back the rage pouring off her heart. “Why should I?! I’m clearly not wanted around here!” She shouted, yanking at the handle - that seemed to be stuck on something. Dean stood a few feet away from her,” It’s raining for one and two, I don’t mind you here!” To his surprise he didn’t mind her being here, Sam was the one with a problem with it. Scarlet looked away from the door, over her shoulder to find Dean, Demon killer, hunter of the supernatural standing three feet from her. Her face showed emotions of shock and curiosity. One of the most dangerous men in the world - actually seemed to care for her. She didn’t get why. She heard stories about the great Winchesters. Most people didn’t know about them, Scarlett did. Before she even went to make her deal with the king of hell, She learned about the world.The Supernatural world was something very complex even for Scarlet Crimson’s understanding. And what was more complex than that had to be - Dean Winchester. There was just something about the hunter that Scarlet couldn’t put her finger on. Why? Why did he want to help her? Again, it’s not like she is to anyone’s use. After all the convincing Dean and Scarlet walked around each other like on eggshells. They didn’t understand one-another — or so they thought. A knock turned them away and the door to the Men Of Letters bunker opened, revealing an oddly familiar looking woman with honey blonde hair. Dean’s eyes widened, while Scarlet’s remained confused. She had seen the look in the hunter’s eyes and wasn’t sure what to think of it. The honey blonde closed the heavy door behind her, leaving what seemed as a mystery left in her trail. “J-J-Jess….?” Dean whispers as his face is filled with shock. “....Is that really you?” “Du--“ Sam who just came from the kitchen stopped dead in his tracks. “J-Jess….? Wha...what? H-How?” He hasn’t seen Jessica since before he left for that hunting trip to find their dad on October 31st. That was the last day he laid eyes on her alive. And now she is in front of him. The woman nodded her head and her blonde hair bounced.” Yes, it’s really me, Sam.” She looked over at the two brothers who aged like fine-wine that was dosed with years worth of pain, torture. Their diet looked as if they lived on alcohol and adrenaline. “So, what have I missed?” With just a simple question caused the youngest to fall from his composure. “A lot.” Dean answered tonelessly, looking over at his distraught eyes. Oh, so much has gone on since 0’5. He remembered that night, November 2nd 2005, the roaring flames nipping at him as he struggled against Sam’s screams for Jess as he lifted his baby brother off the blood-stained bed and out of the collapsing apartment. 2005 was a year Dean would never forget. His dad went missing. He drove to Palo Alto to ask Sam to help find their father. It was the year Sam’s visions predicted their future and the year after was the last time his father released a breath of air as John sold his soul and the colt for Dean. Jessica Moore is in for a treat. Sam slowly walked over to her and sobbed.” I can’t believe it’s really you.” Jess held him as he cried.” Shh, shhh it’s okay. It’s really me.”“I miss you!”Jess’ eyes tested the water works.” I miss you too, Sam.”Scarlett watched the couple embrace and began to wish that she had someone who cared for her like Sam felt for Jessica. After sometime the couple break apart from their reunion and Jessica turns to face her. Her long blonde hair flowed down her back and Scarlet could see a tiny scar on the woman’s right upper shoulder. She held out her hand.” I’m Jessica Moore, but you can call me Jess for short.” Scar’s eyes widened and she reached out her hand hesitant at first. “I’m Scarlett, the Winchesters saved me.” Sam scoffed lightly underneath his breath.” More like Dean Winchester.” Jessica rolled her eyes at her boyfriend and scolded him.” Samuel.” The younger man’s eyes flooded with false innocence. “Don’t you play dumb with me, I know how you are acting with her and it needs to stop. I’m sure John, your father wouldn’t love to hear his son treat women like trash on the road.” “M-My dad?” Stuttered Sam, blinking his eyes. “He’s alive?”Jessica shook her head.” No. He’s not, but I can have Castiel leave him a message.” She threatened. “Should I say - -“ He cut her off quickly, shaking his head with fear. “N-No, please.” Dean grinned.” Thanks, Jess.”“You’re welcome, Dean. Your mom and dad say hi. Castiel brought me back with the help of an old friend of his. You need help with trapping the Darkness.” “Yeah. We do, how did you know?” “Heaven knows all, Dean. We have seen what has gone on since we all died. Nobody blames you for breaking Lucifer free, you didn’t know.” Jess places her hand on his forearm and lightly squeezes. Dean flinches visibly at the delicate touch from her hand. “Shall we show you around?” She nodded with a smile on her lips.