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Sam saved Dean with three days to spare.
“I did it. It’s over."
Bobby looked at him sharply; there was no joy in Sam’s voice.
“What have you done?” Bobby demanded, as a cold fist of fear tightened around his heart. “Sam - what have you done?”
“I made another deal,” said Sam. “No-one dies, and everyone keeps their soul. Thing is, I need you to tell Dean…”
The terms were simple. They’d both live long natural lives. The demon’s price? That Sam and Dean never see, or speak to each other again.
It was poetic, she thought, for one of them to escape the pit, only for them both to find out that you don’t have to be dead to be in hell.
“I did it. It’s over."
Bobby looked at him sharply; there was no joy in Sam’s voice.
“What have you done?” Bobby demanded, as a cold fist of fear tightened around his heart. “Sam - what have you done?”
“I made another deal,” said Sam. “No-one dies, and everyone keeps their soul. Thing is, I need you to tell Dean…”
The terms were simple. They’d both live long natural lives. The demon’s price? That Sam and Dean never see, or speak to each other again.
It was poetic, she thought, for one of them to escape the pit, only for them both to find out that you don’t have to be dead to be in hell.