In any event, The Demonette's eyes flip blood-red for a moment before she allows them to clear so she might admit with a genuinely enthusiastic smile, "It's so, so good to see you!" "I mean it!" she practically sings, sauntering on up to him. "I mean, look at you: Gone and got your family killed, all alone in the world? It's just too sweet!" "Excuse me," she apologizes, getting up close to whisper into his ear while being not terribly sorry about anything at all, "you're gonna have to give me a moment -- sometimes you gotta stop and smell the roses." Heh. Dean threatens to send her back to Hell, of course, but she -- along with everyone in the audience -- knows it's an empty threat, because we all know the reason he's here, and shortly enough, Dean proposes the expected trade: Sam's life for Dean's soul, after Dean gets another ten years with it. "You must be joking," The Crossroads Demonette flatly states, throwing Dean for a loop. "That's the same deal you give everybody else," he protests. The Demonette comes up with the retort for me: "You're not everybody else." You also reek of desperation here, dude, so of course she's going to lean into your ear to whisper some more, "Why would I want to give you anything? Keep your gutter soul -- it's too tarnished, anyway!" Dim Dean immediately commences with the -- as she puts it -- "fire sale," offering to accept nine, then eight, then five years before her hellhounds arrive to drag him away. He claims that five years is his last offer, but she knows he'll settle for less, and sure enough, he does, eventually agreeing to a mere twelve months more on this earth in exchange for Sam's life. "Here's the thing," The Demonette cautions before sealing the deal. "If you try to welch or weasel your way out, then the deal is off: Sam drops dead, and he's back to rotting meat in no time." Dean hesitates. "It's a better deal than your [worthless bastard of a so-called father] ever got," she reminds him, pushing her boobs up against his chest and tilting her face, tauntingly, up towards his. "Whaddya say?" she breathes. Dean stares her down for a moment before diving in to confirm the trade with a kiss. That lucky bitch.
Meanwhile, back in Cold Oak, Dead Sam's eyelids suddenly snap open. He pushes himself up onto his elbows and frantically scans the surrounding room until he's gobbled up by the METAL TEETH CHOMP!, and the lovely and talented Celebrindal25 just won a Metallicar t-shirt! Hooray!