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Two-Sided Sword

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It was nearing midnight and the moon rose high in the cloudy October sky- a cliché just waiting to implode, Halena Raske thought as she walked through the quiet streets of the sprawling Metropolis. A city of this respectable size was awake at all hours, but seeing as it was freezing outside, very few people were dumb enough to wander the lanes. Deep down, the woman who crept through the back alleys wished she could be in a warm hotel with a bottle of Jack Daniels and a thick blanket. But regrettably, fate had other plans for her tonight.

As the building she sought came into view, Halena felt a chill run unbidden down her spine. The exterior of the Wayward Son club was aesthetically pleasing, with a solid structure and a clean environment. But if the people that partied here knew what lurked within, they’d surely run for the hills. . . It was this unholy source that Halena herself had come all this way to find, and as she approached the doors and que in front of the club, she popped her neck and shoulders in preparation. This was her last chance to make it right. There was no room for failure or fear. She had reached the end of the trail, and there was no backing out. She had to do this.

With a deep breath, Halena approached the bouncer, drew back her fist and laid him flat with two immediate jabs. As she stepped over his body to enter the Wayward Son, she steadied herself. She would most likely have to fight her way inside, but she was more than prepared. With a gun in one hand and holy water in the other, she left her doubts at the door and plunged headfirst into the fray.




Halena gasped as she saw stars, but didn’t have time to baby her jaw as a fresh punch rained down on her. Within a breath, her attacker was crouched on top of her, one hand firmly at her throat, while the other pinned her shoulder. The woman cursed as she kicked her legs beneath the unmoving figure, trying to find a weak spot. But after a moment of struggling, she found nothing to help her. The creature that sat atop her might as well have been made from stone for all the good her kicks made. As his grip on her neck tightened, she wheezed and felt her airway shut off entirely. This was it. She was going to die. She continued to fight against him, but it was no use. She couldn’t break free. He was too strong. . . It was
over.

“Ty, that’s enough.”

At the calmed, deep command, the contact on Halena’s throat loosened and then let go altogether. The woman inhaled harshly as air flooded back into her burning lungs. For a long moment, she couldn’t handle all the oxygen, and she coughed violently. Her vision was blurred around the edges, as she rolled away from the man who’d almost ended her life. It took almost a full minute for her brain to start working properly again, but as she recovered from the worst of it, the woman’s blood turned cold. Someone had given a command to the brute to let her go. . .

With wide brown eyes, the petite woman looked first at the one who had attacked her, before her gaze flitted about the room, in search of the one who had saved her.  

After knocking out the bouncer several minutes prior, Halena had made quick work of the other guards that had gotten in her way. She had fought nearly five men, before she’d made it to the backrooms of the club. She’d been well on her way to finding the owner’s offices, when the monster of a man had jumped her from behind. She had given as good as she’d gotten at first . . . before the gorilla had Spartan-kicked her down the stairs into the basement. It had been the tumble down the stone steps that’d weakened her, and the rest had been history. Even now, Halena could feel her sides aching. Bruised ribs, she assessed, at the very least.

She swiveled her gaze about the room anxiously, and after a moment she spotted a figure in the darkest corner of the basement. He was incredibly tall and muscular, with long hair and deep hazel eyes. Truly handsome, by all counts, save for the amused expression that currently lined his face. It was the expression that gave him away as something disturbing. . . It was too mischievous. . . Too unnatural.

The man in the corner met her analyzing gaze head on, seeming to enjoy her observations, before she broke the silence.

“Step into the light, hon,” she taunted hoarsely. “I promise to make it quick.”

The hazel eyes showed surprise for but a second, before he began to laugh. It was a quiet sound, but one that made the hair on Halena’s arms stand on end.

“My, my,” he said with a grin. “The Hunter’s got teeth.”

“Only for your kind, sweetie,” she shot back, groaning unconsciously as she moved to stand up. As she came swaying to her feet, the dark figure moved from the shadows and came to stand only a couple of feet away. He wore an expensive suit, a deep crimson tie and vest blending in well with the blackness of the suit itself. Halena had to admit, he was a sexy specimen. Too bad he was evil and all.

He raised a hand to where his heart should have been. It was a mocking gesture, if ever there was one.

“I would commend you on your bravery, but walking into my club, looking for a fight, hardly seems commendable. Seeing as it’s a death wish. . .”

“I didn’t come to fight,” Halena said darkly, glancing over at the bear of a man who’d choked her, who had yet to move.

The man in the suit smirked. “I think my hired help would agree to disagree.”

“I fought to get in,” Halena corrected, as she let one of her hands cradle her side. Yep, busted ribs.  “But I came here for another reason.”

The hazel eyes burned with interest, as he waved for her to continue. “What would ever possess a Hunter to come here willingly?”

Halena felt her heart grow heavy at the reminder of why she’d come. In the heat of battle, she had been able to forget her troubles. But now, they were back tenfold and the pain of it made her ribs feel like child’s play.

“I came here. . .”

“Yes?”

“I came here to make a deal,” she said finally.

At the admission, the man in the suit’s grin almost split his face. And just like that, any underlying hostility was gone, replaced by a relaxed air that was more frightening than his threats.

“Ty,” he said, addressing the man who’d nearly killed her several minutes ago. “Go help Crystal at the bar. I can take care of our guest from here.”

Ty, the gorilla of a man, grunted his agreement, before he lumbered back up the basement steps. When he was gone, the man in the suit turned his full attention on her. “Let’s talk details. . . But first, somewhere more comfortable.”

Then, without waiting for her, he turned on his heel and retreated up the steps. With only a second of hesitation, Halena followed.





When they had settled in his office several minutes later, Halena was on pins and needles. He had moved to pour them both a drink, out of a beautiful tumbler. It would have been polite to wait until he was finished to speak, but Halena was far past that point. She had waited long enough. So, she stopped pretenses and spilled her mind.

“I want to make a deal for my sister’s soul.” The words were solid as ice, and just as cold. “She sold it several years back and her due-date is coming up. I need to know who holds her contract.”

The man turned to her with glasses in hand, his eyes twinkling with humor as he handed her one. Then he sat down on the edge of the large desk, almost as if he was on display.

“You know who I am then?”

“Yes. You’re Sam Winchester.” Demon overlord, would have been the title she tacked on next, but she bit her lip and kept it to herself.

“Then you’ll know that I’m not a Crossroads demon,” he returned, taking a sip of his whiskey. “I had nothing to do with your sister’s contract.”

“But you’re high on the food chain,” Halena countered, holding her glass without interest in it. “You could find out what demon made the contract with her.”

“To what ends?”

“I want to take her place. My soul for hers.”

Sam rolled his eyes, before he downed the rest of his whiskey. “And what do I get in return?”

Halena paused for a breath, “I don’t know. . . What do you want?”

He grinned again, before languidly looking her up and down. It made the woman shiver involuntarily, making him bare his teeth predatorily.

“How about a counteroffer,” he charged, coyly. “It would be a shame to have such a fiery woman go to Hell so soon. . .” When Halena looked at him in confusion he chuckled. “I find the crossroads demon for you, wipe your sister’s slate and no one goes to Pit.”

Halena, who had been hopeful, now snorted. “And I’ll grow wings and fly like a fairy, sugar. I’m not stupid, believe it or not.”

Sam’s mouth formed into an ‘o’ shape as he lifted a playful brow. “Don’t get me wrong: it would come at a price. But the scenario isn’t impossible.”

“What could a demon want more than my soul?”

His hazel eyes flickered to a deep red for a breath, before they returned to normal. It was an obvious show, but one that went unchallenged.

“Instead of ten years to live life before a soul contract comes due, you’ll live ten years. . . at my side.”

Halena hadn’t know what to expect. . . but it certainly hadn’t been that. Her jaw dropped horrifically and her soft brown eyes nearly bugged out of her head.

“. . . What?”

He chuckled. “For 10 years you will be my. . .  assistant. You will help with the club, run errands for me, and be my personal pet.” There was no sugar coating or guile now. The demon was being honest and it made her skin crawl. “At the end of the 10 years, instead of going to Hell, you’ll be free. And you and big sis can skip off into the sunset. No debt, no eternal damnation.”

“. . . . . Ten years of slavery to save my sister?” He nodded once, his long brown hair fanning about his handsome face like a curtain of velvet-sin.

“What does the 10 years completely entail, Winchester?”

The demon shrugged offhandly, giving her a wink. “Take the deal and find out.”

For an unknown amount of time, Halena Raske sat in contemplative silence. She was in utter turmoil as she thought on her two options. But when it came down to it, there wasn’t really a choice. . . Not for her. So, she held out her hand to the handsome demon and fought down the dread that filled her.

“Alright, cowboy . . . I’ll stay with you for 10 years, if my sister and I go free.”

Sam Winchester smirked as he moved from the desk to stand before her. He looked at her hand skeptically,  before he moved to cup her face in both of his large hands. His thumbs slid around her mouth tauntingly as he gave her a wolfish smirk.

“Deal.”

Then before Halena could react, Sam had planted his mouth to hers. The kiss was fiery and passionate, making the woman’s head spin and her body tingle. As he pulled away about a minute later, the contract was sealed, and the demon whispered in her ear, “Welcome to the family.”




:bulletred: Part Two: fav.me/dbthg56

A commission for my darling friend :iconaurosai: who wanted an AU story with her OC Halena and Sam Winchester! :heart: I honestly had a total blast with this one! I adore the idea behind it, even if it's been done in the past. Cliches are fun when done correctly (or at least I think so. lol) 

I don't know if I'll be writing more for this plot line, but I certainly hope so. And yesss, the club is an easter egg. Carry on my Wayward Son: Kansas. AKA the Supernatural anthem. :giggle: I just had to. 

I do NOT own: the cover photo, Supernatural (TV show, franchise, characters, etc), Sam Winchester, demons, or the band Kansas. 

Halena Raske (c) Aurosai 

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