Inescapable

by rose4u

Dean swore that he would never have children, much less make them hunters. So when two siblings appear in his life, one with a gun aimed at his chest and the other possessing powers a 10 year old really shouldn't have, Dean and Sam both have their hands full. And with the chance to close the gates of Hell at their fingertips, Dean struggles to answer the following question: If he's the Dad, who contributed the other half?

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters.

I would like to thank all of my readers and followers for sticking with this. I am deeply sorry with the hiatus. After reading through this story again to restart, I realized that I did not like how this plot was going. So I decided to redo. The first few chapters will be somewhat similar although a couple of sentences were added here and there. The next chapters will be very different, I am sure, but the first chapter is relatively the same. I am on the process of writing Chapter 4, so if everyone who has already read before this could stay patient I would greatly appreciate it. Thank you so much, once again!

Chapter 1: Hunting Things, Making Deals

Dean had a gun aimed at his heart. Again. One would think that after going to hell, and then going to Purgatory, the eldest Winchester would have gotten used to having dangerous weapons pointing at either his face, his heart, or his family jewels. Unfortunately for him, that wasn't the case.

"Why don't you put the gun down," Dean cautiously asked, putting his hands in front of him in the universal sign of surrender. "And we'll talk. Just you and me."

Dean was in the middle of a hunt. He and Sam had heard wind that a nest of vamps were terrorizing a small town east of Weston, Colorado. The brothers were on their way back to Kansas when they decided to investigate. Because home meant research, and research meant Demon tablet, Dean was glad for the distraction. This was the only way Dean could get Sam away from the trial to heal up without sharing his emotions and having a damn slumber party. Even if the distraction was for a couple of hours, Dean was desperate to take it.

He didn't like it, but Sam needed his rest if they were going to put those son of a bitches back to where they came from.

"Are you Dean?"

"Who's asking?" Dean cautiously asked, trying to gleam some information on his attacker.

It wasn't every day that he was threatened by, what looked to him, a 12 year old girl with clothes that looked like it came straight from the Salvation Army. Dark brown hair tied up in a ponytail and blue calculating eyes staring at him...Yup. This girl was a hunter, or a daughter of a hunter.

Dean quickly thought of all the hunters he knew, trying to identify the girl. Well, all the hunters that were still alive.

The small number was slightly discerning.

The girl, who was actually 14, ignored his question and tightened her hold on the gun. Her hands weren't shaking at all and she kept her arms level; the nervousness she felt was only betrayed when she spoke, "I need your help."

Dean had a bowie knife in his back pocket but he was determined not to use it unless the kid somehow turned out to be a demon or worse, an angel. Dean could feel the cool angel blade against his heart, but cursed when he remembered that he gave Sam Ruby's knife in Missouri, at Lucifer's crypt.

Two out of three weren't bad.

Dean shuffled a little toward the right, placing himself so that he was facing the open door. He chose to buy himself some time until Sam came back from his food run. With two adults in the room, there was a high chance that the girl would just back off without resorting to violence."Come again?"

The girl took a deep breath, as if she was trying to convince herself that this was the right choice, "Help me find my little brother."

Dean laughed, his voice tinged with bitterness, "Well don't we all?"

"Look, you don't understand," the girl exclaimed, shaking the gun, a colt, for emphasis. "I have to find my brother. It's extremely important that I do."

"And I can see that," Dean calmly answered, trying a different tactic. He had no idea who this girl was or why she was looking for her brother. Heck, he didn't know if she was human. She did get past the salt line drawn on the motel door, but that was the only line of defense Dean and Sam had put up. He hadn't planned on staying here long, and in his haste Dean was careless. But he could screw himself over it later, preferably after a bottle of booze. "But let's try talking like adults, okay? Why don't you put your gun down."

Honestly, Dean wasn't used to the whole 'calming people down' thing. That was usually Sam's job. His soothing tone seemed to have some power though, as the girl slowly lowered her gun, her face wrought with indecision. Dean could see that she wasn't the type to kill, at least not over something so petty as this. The kid had a conscience, something that put her at a disadvantage. Dean let out a sigh of relief and slowly walked up to her, only to have the gun thrust back at his face.

"Whoa, whoa. Just, take it easy," he gruffly said.

"I know what you're doin'" she said coldly, her voice hinting a sense of urgency. "Time's up. You're going to help me, or I'm going to shoot a bullet into that pretty forehead of yours."

"Ok. Ok. We'll do it your way," Dean said, slowly walking forward. He knew that he could simply overpower her, but she had the gun. He could be on the offensive, but he didn't want to hurt the kid. Dean stepped up cautiously, as if he was approaching a mother bear or a wendigo…or Kevin after a nervous breakdown thanks to Mr. King of Hell, and said, "Fine. If you want me to 'find' your brother, you need to give me some details. How did you lose your brother?"

The girl shot him a dirty look, "I didn't lose him. Those black eyed things took him. One minute we were walking down a road to hitchhike to Kansas and the next thing I knew four guys with black eyes just appeared out of nowhere! I tried so hard, but they were so strong," the girl's voice became nearly hysterical as she relieved the moment, "I've never seen those son-of-a-bitches before, and I've seen some crazy shit. I searched and searched, but I couldn't get anything! No tracks! Nothing! How could no one see a group of crazy-ass adults kidnapping a ten year old? When I met Krissy, she said to look for a hunter named Dea—"

"Krissy? You mean Krissy, brunette, a mole on her cheek and stubborn as a mule Krissy?"

The girl nodded slowly, her knuckles a pale white around the weapon she held.

"How the hell did you meet up with her?" Dean knew Krissy wouldn't give his name to a creature or a suspicious person. Dean relaxed a bit; this girl was just a regular girl with no supernatural tendencies involved.

Unless of course, she was lying. And after the whole Cas fiasco, Dean was having trouble trusting anyone's word these days.

The girl said, "Saw some vamps jump her a few states back while I was interrogating some locals. I helped her when—"

"Dean?"

The two occupants of the room turned to the intruder, one more frightened than the other. Cringing at the bad timing, Dean answered, "Sammy."

The girl, panicked by the appearance of the other Winchester, quickly shifted the gun's barrel toward him, "Who the hell are you?"

"This is Sam," Dean said, trying to divert the attention back to him. Hysterical humans were dangerous humans, Dean knew. The elder Winchester silently tried to communicate to his brother to stand down, before adding, "Demons. Those are the black eyed men who took your brother."

Sam seemed to have gotten the message, judging by the puppy look he had on his face that he only used for interrogating crying women and kids.

"Demons?" the girl said, shakily, "T-those things are myths!"

Dean scoffed, "Kid, since when were myths ever just myths."

Sam butted in, to Dean's relief, "What Dean is trying to say," he shot a dirty look at his brother, "Is that yes. There are demons. But we know how to take care of them. So, we'll get your brother back to you. Just…put down your gun and we can discuss this. Find a game plan, and take care of it."

Dean glanced up at Sam in surprise. He thought Sam wanted to get over the second trial, whatever that was, not go looking for a baby in a demon cave. He was sure that Sam would send her off with a few soft words and a face full of googly eyes.

But who was he to complain?

"We'll help," Dean said, "But to do that, we need to make sure that you won't pull a Judas on us and kiss us to death."

"What do you mean?"

"Just, do you trust us?" Sam asked, going straight to the point.

The girl scoffed, "Trust you? As if." She rolled her eyes.

Dean mentally nodded in acceptance. Good. The kid knew a few things about this world. It was better to start early, after all.

Less loss that way.

"Look, no offense," Sam said stepping forward. "But according to your story, we're the only one's you've got."

A grave silence filled the area as both brothers implicitly told the girl to reach an ultimatum. Dean usually hated these things, but it did prove damn useful when he wasn't on the receiving end of it. The girl's face hardened, her jaw twitched before closing her eyes in surrender. She dropped her arm, and threw the gun on the puke colored carpeted floor. Dean watched as it slid across the floor due to the force before looking up, "Right. Now that the battle of the wits is over…So Sam, stay here with the kid while I go hunt these vamps."

"What?" both said, before glancing at each other.

"You promised you'll help me!" cried the girl, her face turning red from anger. Her hand reached behind her as if she was going to pull another weapon out of her pocket, only to pull back empty handed. Her face turned a darker shade of magenta and Dean actually felt sorry for the kid.

For a second.

Half a second, really.

"And I will," Dean said, picking up the colt from the ground and stuffing it under his belt buckle. Pulling down his shirt, Dean calmly grabbed his keys to the Impala, "But I have to protect this town from these bloodsuckers. Because that's what hunters do. We protect. And no offense, but they are more dangerous than demons."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously," Dean repeated, before heading out of the door, "Try not to die in the meantime. Go…play with Barbies or whatever you kids do…"

"You're joking." She crossed her arms and leaned all her weight onto one leg.

"Sure," Dean said, before slamming the door closed behind him, leaving with one last comment, "And remember, Sam! She's underage!"

Sam wrinkled his nose, disgusted at the offhand comment. He shook his head and faced the girl, not really knowing what to do. Talking to kids was usually Dean's thing anyway. "So…"

"Sam, right?" the kid asked, stuffing her hands in her pocket as she glanced around the motel curiously. If Sam didn't know any better, he would have thought she was just random, loitering teenager, not doing much with her life except follow celebrities around and spray paint public property. Except Sam did know better and he could see that the kid was cut like a spring, ready to bolt out of the door if she saw any sign of danger.

"Yeah," he answered, wondering how he could convince the kid that he wouldn't hurt her intentionally. Sam mentally smacked his forehead. He couldn't go around calling her "the girl" for the rest of their short journey, "What's your name again?"

The girl looked up at him (she was pretty short, Sam realized), "I'm…Raziel. Just Raziel."

Sam slowly repeated, "Ra-ziel," rolling it around in his mouth, "It's a unique…name."

The girl, Raziel, snorted as she headed over to the cluttered desk by the window, "My dad thinks he's funny."

Sam stored the information in his head, surprised. He had assumed that her dad was dead. "Your dad…where is he?" And why are you asking him for help instead of risking your life with two hunters you never met?

Raziel continued shuffling through their research on the vamps. She appeared collected, but Sam knew better. Her shoulders were hard, her neck stiff. Sam saw that posture on Dean so many times to know that everything was NOT ok.

"He's somewhere," she replied, before grabbing a few papers, "Hey, do you always write notes like these?"

"Er... Yeah," Sam replied before crossing his arms. He may have been going through a shit load of problems right now, but he knew when a 14 year old was trying to get past him, "Your dad. Where is he? Why aren't you with him?"

Raziel winced, "Well…he doesn't actually know I'm here…"

Oh God. A runaway."So what. You ran away?"

"Hell no!" she exclaimed, crossing her arms in defiance, "My…mom and we were taking…a trip. She said she will pick me and Jo up one month from now. I… was supposed to protect my brother, you know? It was my job. 'Take care of your little brother, now Raz' he said. 'Family is all we have' he said. But I failed him, you know?"

Sam uncrossed his arms. Although he was slightly confused about the changing pronouns, he guessed Raziel meant she failed her brother, not her mom. And Sam knew exactly how that felt. "We'll find him for you."

Raziel clenched her jaw, "Oh. I know. I'll do anything to get him back."

Sam stared at the girl, hit by a sudden familiarity. He was briefly reminded of Dean, that jaw clenching thing he did whenever Cas was hurt or not answering his prayers. He shook his head before saying, "Would you…like to know more about demons?"

Raziel's eyes hardened and she immediately took a seat on the gross looking chair next to the desk. Sam sighed as he also took a seat, running his hands through his long hair, "I honestly don't know where to start."

"Start with how to kill them."

Sam cleared his aching throat, feeling another cough overcome him. He tried to hold it in, and only proceeded to make it worse.

"Here," a water bottle was placed next to him.

Sam accepted the bottle, drank a deep draught, and glanced at Raziel, "How'd you find this?"

The girl wrinkled her nose, "It took effort, if that's what you're implying. Honestly, you guys drink more cheap bear than Ben and Uncle Gabriel, and that's saying a lot."

"Ben?"

"My older brother…my half-brother really," Raziel answered, yawning as she placed her cheek against the desk, "I think he had amnesia or something, because he only started remembering my dad when I was starting middle school. His mom died from a freak car accident years back and Ben had been living with us for a while."

"Had?"

Raziel sighed loudly, making the papers around her mouth flutter weakly, "You know how it is with hunter families. He's stupid and stubborn. He's on a hunt." Her face darkened. "Was on a hunt. I'm sure he's back by now."

"Right," Sam said, stretching his arms and rubbing the chinks that formed on his neck. After spending the last few hours pouring over Kevin's latest notes, his muscles were cramped up. Dean should be here soon.

"So, what's the deal with you two?" Raziel asked, lifting her head and resting it on her hands, "Two grown up men fighting crime and taking names, sleeping in one room…"

"We're brothers," Sam automatically replied.

"Right, my bad," she replied slyly, a slight twinkle in her eye that Sam knew was something he really didn't want to think about, "So got any family other than your brother?"

Brief flashes of fire and screams entered Sam's head.

"No."

Raziel's face brightened in relief, and Sam asked curiously, "What?"

The girl lifted her head, sat up straight and shrugged, "It's just easier to fight when you know ahead of time that you don't have to send out condolences…"

"Lost some people lately?" Sam asked, not really expecting an answer.

"Yes."

Sam didn't reply. Honestly, he should have known better. Losing someone seemed to be a requirement for hunters. Master kung fu, learn how to impersonate FBI agents, lose someone you hold dear to your heart…

"Hey, Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Shouldn't Dean be back by now?"

Sam glanced up at the digital clock in response. It has been hours and already the sky was getting dark. Picking up his cell phone, Sam called his brother. Receiving the voice mail, Sam rose and picked up the machete propped up by the trashcan, "You stay here. There was probably a slight problem. I'll be back."

"I'm going with you."

"I'll be quick," he said, wasting no time as he marched to the door, "Stay here."

He was out before Raziel could say another word. The girl stayed open mouthed at the closed door before muttering, "Like hell."

She left with an angry slam.

Dean breathed in heavily as he stalked through the hallways of the dungeon. Technically, it was a rundown house, but it deserved the name in Dean's opinion. It was well kept, no insects or cobwebs dangling from the dark corners, but the high amount of shackles and chains bolted to the walls either showed that the owner of the place enjoyed one of the more rare types of dishes or it was a dungeon.

So it was a dungeon.

Dean muttered curses to himself, wincing as the rope burns on his wrist rubbed against his clothing. He was thankful that the blood suckers had a rope fetish or else he would have been still tied up, unable to move upstairs.

His plan was working smoothly, though Dean knew that wouldn't last. What better way to get into a nest than being bird food? Of course, he didn't anticipate getting knocked unconscious for several hours, but hey there was always some downside.

Hearing shuffling footsteps from ahead, Dean quickly hid behind a knight in rusty amour. If he wasn't in such a dangerous situation, he would have made a 'Cinderella' reference.

"So there I was, stalking the two kids. I was going to feed the older one first, you know the girl."

"The one with the scary to god blue eyes?"

The other vampire gestured widely, "That one! Well, suddenly Crowley's men fucking show up and take the younger human!"

Crowley? Dean thought before slowly edging as close as he dared to hear the conversation more clearly.

"Crowley? What the hell does he want with that little mute kid?

"Who cares?" Word on the streets is that Crowley is looking for something huge; the hunters, those Winchesters, are too. Apparently, the kids know something but the older one was too stubborn to take or something..."

The other vampire shuddered," I hate to say it but I feel sorry for the kid. Demons man. Best not to talk about the King of Hell."

"You're right," the two vampires were right in front of Dean now. Dean held in his breath, trying to slow down his heart. "Hey, do you smell blood?"

"You're an idiot. We have a virgin in the living room. And remember that other man upstairs? Of course you smell blood."

"No, I mean it's close. Real close."

"We are like ten feet away from the living room. Are you stupid?"

The two vampires were already across the hall now, away from Dean. The two bickered as they slipped into the room. As the two entered, a bloody scream rang and Dean winced, his jaw clenching.

This was bad. Real bad. Almost as bad as finding out your brother was a vessel of Satan bad.

Why would Crowley want a little kid?

Dean had a bad feeling about it all, a bad taste in his mouth that came with bad beer. There must have been more to the kid's story that he originally thought.

Dean pushed the thoughts away, into the back of his mind, as he switched into full hunter mode. He could now hear more voices coming from the living room, sounds of moaning and slurping. Gripping the small knife that the vamps passed up when they copped a feel, Dean burst into the room and stabbed the closest blood sucker in the neck before dragging the blade straight through.

"What the hell? Get him!"

Swearing, Dean dodged as another Vampire charged straight at him and quickly punched another vampire at his left. There were possibly 5 or 6 vamps in the room, more than he expected. A young girl was slumped over an armchair in the far right corner of the room where two bloody vampires glanced at him with wide, blood-lusty eyes. If Dean had a bigger weapon, he would have been more confident, but Dean guessed he wouldn't be leaving without getting his butt handed to him on a silver platter.

Slicing the head of the Vampire that had first attacked him, causing it to roll around on the floor, Dean grunted as a sharp pain shot up his shoulder. With such a small knife, the extra strength he needed to slice through flesh and bone was giving him a whiplash, stronger than that time when Cas...

Dean groaned in pain when the Vampire that he punched grabbed his shoulder from behind him and pulled. A loud pop rang through the air and Dean grunted again as his shoulder dislocated.

"How does that feel, hunter scum?"

Tears briefly swimming in his eyes, Dean mustered through the pain and kicked the vamp hard on his knees before elbowing the sucker hard in the face.

"Not so smart now, Romero?" Dean gritted through his teeth before separating the vamp's head from its body. The vamp let out a gurgle and blood splatter in a huge arch across Dean's face.

"Disgusting," Dean muttered, but he didn't stand still for long. Another loud roar pierced through the air. Turning around he saw the other charging at him. The closest vampire, the one that was watching t.v. in the far right when Dean had come in, snarled.

"That was my brother you bitch!" the vamp yelled before punching Dean in the face. Dean managed to block the first attack, using his arm to take the brunt of the attack but didn't see the one of the gossiping vampires he met in the hallway and got a face full of vampire fist. Dean stumbled backwards, holding his bloody cheek. Could really use an angel right now.

"Dean!"

Dean caught the flying machete that was thrown to him from the doorway and spun to dodge another tackle from a vampire. Eh. Close enough.

"Come to join the orgy, Sammy?" Dean cheerfully asked, grabbing the arms of the sister vamp just as Sam sliced the neck in half.

"You are an ass," Sam gritted out, ducking a punch and sending one of his own.

Dean laughed, but his face was set in determination. Having Sam by his side always seemed to give him a burst of energy. Hope.

And the world needed a lot of that as of now.

"More are coming," Sam shouted, just as five more vampires entered the room, charging at the brothers. Sam was now back to back with Dean, the brothers facing the wall of vampires in front of them.

Dean winced as he slapped one Dick with his injured arm, "Have a plan?"

"Not really."

"Great," Dean muttered, slamming his foot down hard before swiping his machete in a huge arc. All the creatures in the nest seemed to be in the room, fighting for their brethren. Heads were piling up, rolling around beneath their feet. Dean's clothes were dripping from blood and Sam wasn't fairing any better either.

Dean moved to the right, slowly hacking down the last gossiping vampire. The brothers were now in the opposite sides of the room, trying to dwindle down the count. Dean spun, hearing another shout, and shouted his brother's name as well as he saw a vampire behind Sam. Sam, to Dean's horror, didn't seem to notice the attacker, too busy taking down three others in front of him.

"Sam!" Dean's heart was hammering in his chest as he knocked down another vampire beside him. He was too far away to stop the vampire and he couldn't get his voice loud enough over the loud guttural screams from the creatures. Dean broke another vampire's wrist, bending the arm behind his back, kicking behind his knees and beheading the vampire cleanly. Damnit, Sam!

Just as the vampire behind Sammy struck, a loud feminine shriek filled the air, "DUCK!"

Dean and Sam instinctively ducked only to see the young girl slam down a large metal stick to the floor, causing a beam of light to pulse through the room, simultaneously beheading every vampire in the room.

It was dead quiet except for the labored breathing of the three hunters. Dean stared at the girl by the doorway, not quite comprehending what just happened. He stared at the twelve heads on the floor.

Dean snapped back into action, yelling, "What the hell was that?"

The girl slowly stood up, "I'm sorry. I just thought three hunters were better than two. I know I shouldn't have followed Sam...I just-"

"No, not that," Dean interrupted, earning another glare from Sam. He pointed to the metal stick, "That."

The girl looked confused before holding out the stick, "What? This? Uncle Sam...made it, long time ago. He's a genius, I think. He likes making a bunch of weapons when he's not ganking ghosts."

"Well, god bless the United States government," Dean replied before saying, "Can I touch it?"

"Touch it?" The kid asked, half confused and half amused. "Sure...?"

Sam rolled his eyes at Dean's antics, he looked like Christmas had come early. Walking around a few heads toward the doorway, he asked, "How does it work?"

Raziel shrugged, "How am I supposed to know? I'm 14."

"Right," Sam said before turning back to Dean who was busy eye-fucking the thing. Rolling his eyes again, Sam yanked the weapon from Dean's hands, earning him a small "Hey!", "Look Dean. Let's head back. This place stinks. And we still have to find out where Raziel's brother is."

"Who?"

"Raziel...the kid," Sam said, exasperated. "We don't have much time and I want to get a shower before we head out."

"Oh, stop being a wussy," Dean said before turning to the kid, "Raz. I'm gunna call you Raz. Is your brother mute?

"Well... not really," she said hesitantly. "It's complicated."

"Well uncomplicate it, sweetie," Dean said, sarcastically adding the endearment.

"He can talk," Raz explained slowly, as if she didn't know quite what to say, "But he only talks to me, you know? Dad and P—er—mom tried to get him to talk but he just doesn't say anything to them other then sounds. It's not that he can't talk, he just doesn't have a lot to say. If you know what I mean..."

Dean glanced at Sam, who shrugged. "No. Not really. Anyway, were some vamps stalking you when your brother was taken?"

Raz scrunched up her eyebrows, contemplating, "I thought I was being watched before the demons came but I assumed..."

"Good enough," Dean said, before grunting in pain as he shifted his shoulder. "Overheard some talkative blood suckers talk. Apparently Crowley has a hold of your brother."

"Crowley?" Raz asked, "The King of Hell?"

"You told her? Good," Dean said to Sam, approvingly, "And yes, Crowley. Guess we have a demon to smoke out tonight."

"Wait. How are you even going to get acacia? What the hell is that even?"

Ignoring the girl, Dean asked, "Hey Sam, could yah?" pointing to his shoulder.

"Dislocated?" Sam asked, before grabbing his brother's arm."Don't watch, Raz."

Raz stepped forward, her eyes wide in alarm, and her hands outstretched as if she was going to help, "Do you need-"

There was a sickening crack and Dean merely grunted in pain, in what many grown men would have cried. Sam glanced worriedly at his brother but Dean waved him off.

"One, it is a shrub. Two," Dean said, grinning, "We go where all Americans go for their daily needs...Cosco."

Crowley sighed in annoyance when he felt the cold, harsh tug of a summons. There could be only one stupid person, a pair of stupid people, who were daring enough to even call him, much less summon him. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the middle of a devils trap in an abandoned lingerie warehouse.

"Hello boys," he said, appraising the Winchesters. "I wasn't expecting a ring. If I had I would have changed into something more...suitable."

Suddenly, a loud feminine and young voice spoke, "That's Crowley?"

"Shut up, kid."

Crowley raised an eyebrow, "Well, well, well. What do we have here? Didn't think you boys were the type to play this game. Honestly, I pegged you Dean as angel food, and Moose, don't get me started on Rub-"

"Where's the boy, Crowley?" Sam asked, quickly interrupting him before Crowley said something he really didn't want a little kid to judge him for.

Crowley drawled, "Oh...you have to do better than that. A trade, if you will. The little boy, for...oh I don't know...an old stone that my favorite prophet uses a pillow every night."

"No, "Dean said, just as Sam asked, "What do you want with the kid?"

"Oh, nothing much," Crowley replied, leering at Raz, "Just some future secrets that might level the playing ground. For example, whether my favorite buddy Leonardo will win an Oscar… or whether I will be in possession of a certain demon tablet."

Crowley looked disinterested, but he was really watching Raz's face slowly change emotion, finally settling to upmost panic, "Oh...You didn't tell them? Tragic."

Dean shared a meaningful look with Sam, before glancing down at Raz, "What is he talking about, Raz?"

Raz paled further. Her hands shook as she glanced from one brother to another. Even though she was considerably shorter than the men in the room, she seemed to visibly shrink from the heavy gazes all pointing at her, "Well..."

"We have a time traveler in our midst, "Crowley drawled, raising his arms in the air as if he was toasting to the girl, "Two from the future! It really isn't my fault that I am a curious little King."

"You're from the future?" Dean hissed, stepping forward to shield Raz from Crowley's view.

"Er...surprise?"

"You couldn't have mentioned it, I don't know, sooner?" Sam sassed, looking very angry.

"I didn't think you would believe me," Raz said, pupils wide, shaking her head as if she was trying to show her disbelief, "I mean, it's pretty crazy from 20-"

Raz's voice trailed off and all three hunters looked up at their trapped demon. Crowley, who was listening very intently, waved a single hand, "Oh...keep going. Honestly it's quite entertaining. I don't really have anything important than listen to the Winchesters babble."

"Cut the crap," Dean ordered, one hand firmly on Raz's stomach, pushing her further behind him. Sam also stepped unconsciously behind her, so that Raz was neatly sandwiched by two over protective hunters. If this particular time traveler was anything like the last one, she was an important asset that had to be protected at all costs. Dean really couldn't see another person die on his account."What do you want for the boy?"

"Now you're speaking my language!" Crowley said, strengthening, "Want to make a deal?"

"Hell no."

"Yes!" Raz said, tearing herself away from the Winchester cocoon and scrambling to the edge of the demon's trap.

"The lady speaks," Crowley gestured.

Angry, Dean grabbed Raz by her collar and pulled her back. Turning around so that Dean had his back to Crowley (he was confident Sam would watch the demon for him), Dean put all his concentration on the time traveling girl, "Are you crazy? Do you know a deal is? It's selling your soul. Sure you get what you want BUT YOU GO TO HELL. Permanently. You want that?"

"Why do you care about what I do with my soul?" Raz asked, pushing back angrily, "I barely know you. You're just helping me because I'm a distraction from whatever shit you're going through. I'm not stupid. You're just like my dad! Only helping when he has too much emotional guilt for him to handle."

Sam gently placed his hand on Raz's shoulder, tearing his eyes from Crowley for a bit to say, "Dean's right on this Raz. Your soul is a very precious thing. You don't just throw it out like that." He decided to ask about the whole 'distraction' thing later.

"I'm not," Raz said, shrugging his hand away, "I'm going to do this."

"Like hell, "Dean said, grabbing the kid.

Raziel, to everyone's surprise, sidestepped and placed both of her hands on Dean's leather covered arms. Looking straight into his green eyes, Raz spoke firmly, "Dean. I would do anything to protect my little brother."

Dean was lost. How many times had he himself said or thought those very words? Sam...Dean glanced at Sam and his resolve hardened. "Fine."

"Dean!" Sam protested.

"Let's make a deal."

"Thank you!" Raz said, her eyes filled with unconscious tears. "I'll just-"

"No, not you," Dean gruffly said, turning around and facing Crowley. "No one is going to make any deals around here except me."