"So, what kind of deal was that, anyways?" The knife slid against the branch with a curt, rhythmic sound. "With Haarlep?" "No, with Jaba The Hutt. Yes, with Harley, or whatever his name is." His tone was pointed and short. "Guy gives me the creeps." "To be fair, so did I when we first met." Dean's jaw clenched. "I wouldn't say that," he muttered. "What did all that mean, exactly?" Mel shifted her weight and leaned against the car, again. "Do the devils here not make deals and such?" "They do, I just wanna know if it's, you know, the same—" he had trouble finding the right word. "—Consequences？” ..Yeah." "Well, if I don't keep my word, my soul is forfeit. I don't know what the price is here." The hunter's hands froze in place. "Pretty standard for any agreement with one of them, really." "...So, you're just gonna leave that dipshit here for us to deal with?" Rising heat in his voice.

Fireflies illuminating a field of wildflowers with a golden glow

The steering wheel and dashboard of a 1967 Chevy Impala

The demon-warding tattoo superimposed over a background of the night sky

Carry On My Wayward Cambion

Ch 17
Love and the Art of Radio Maintenance

Deals with devils end one way, in most cases. Unless a Winchester has something to say about it.

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