_{freckledrighteous: // Dean}

The price was expected. Exactly what any monster would want. Immunity against the Winchesters. And Dean was willing to pay it, until he decided it was time to break it. 

He lifted his chin, pursing his lips in a sarcastic smile, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. There was anger in his dead gaze but he controlled the thirst to kill. 

“Deal. Do it right and I won’t come for ya.” he knew it was a mutual distrust. The demon would keep an eye on him and he would keep an eye on the guy back. As long as he got what he wanted right now. That was all that mattered.

_{he expected the other to try to negotiate the terms; that was what most managed to do. even with his own personal contracts, everyone wanted something more than they had. it was, in most cases, easy to make sure that the deal was all in his favor, but it took negotiation — something that he expected to be done here.} 

_{since it wasn’t, that meant that they were doing this simply on original terms; something that he usually disliked, but then again, if it kept the winchesters off his back? well, he was going to take it — even if eventually it would turn out to be a terrible mistake.}

_{“if i find out your lying,” he quickly said, “i will make sure you find yourself in the deepest pits of hell before you cay say… ‘sorry’, understand?” it wasn’t a threat, but rather a promise; he didn’t like getting played and he was willing to do whatever it took to prove that.}