Memoirs of the Supernatural - Phase 4 [COMPLETED]

Sigil 16

We reached an impasse.

And it's impossible to go back.

When Sam stepped foot inside the honeymoon suite he grabbed Dean by the shoulder with no second thoughts and swung him off of Ruby who, just moments before, was threatened with the knife at her throat. I ran to Dean to help him up and to find his balance while Sam ordered his demon companion to leave. She did as she was told; took her bag and headed right out the door. Dean and I moved in concord for that the both of us wanted to follow her. Sam on the other hand had a different idea. With one word he forbid our improvised squad from chasing Ruby, but he was one man against the two of us. I legged it. Sam tried to stop me from leaving but Dean guarded the path leading to me. I had an opening to hop outside thanks to the small window of opportunity he granted moments ago.

Despite how old she was (I don' know her exact age, all I know is that she was centuries old) Ruby was just as predictable as the other demons I've encountered. She headed straight for the lift instead of using the much quicker way to get away: the stairs. I was just in time to jump inside the box where she was standing all alone.

Ruby seemed scared. She most likely falsely mistaken me with the type of someone who would give her a good beating. "No, I'm gonna be smart about this, damn it," – that's what went through my mind and with that our confrontation went accordingly to my beliefs. No catfight, or punching or kicking, even thought was all for messing up her chiselled jawline. But to be impeccably authentic regarding the question I'd say that a fight between her and me would most unlikely end with my victory.

I knew Ruby was a bitch (excuse my French) but damn... Initially I wanted to talk to her, reason with her, make her see what Bobby, Dean and I mean when we talk about the errors of her methods. Let's set the blood sucking aspect aside and focus on what substantially matters. With each drop of her blood Sam was being poisoned. If Ruby truly wanted to aid our cause, namely to prevent the Apocalypse, than she wouldn't have tried to kill Sam. There is no way she wasn't fully aware how seriously damaging her idea was to him both mentally and physically. When I asked her, nicely (I might add), she hasn't even tried to mask her twisted dogma. Ruby simply couldn't care less about Sam's welfare.

"That's the price you pay."

"But why him?"

"Because that's the way of things, silly. Sam knew what he had to do and chose the right way."

"That's a load of bollocks."

"Maybe, but you won't be there to protect your precious Sam just like you weren't there for him the last year. You don't matter anymore, Anne-Mary, but I do. Sucks, doesn't it?"

I didn't fully understand what she was talking about and I also wasn't able to make her clarify her words.

We arrived to the bottom of the building and as the door opened and the receptionist looked up Ruby smoked out her meatsuit with a loud scream. She collapsed right beside me. The man on the other side of the room froze in shock, I stepped out of the lift stating that "I can explain", then he reached for the phone and I retracted myself back into the box whilst finishing the sentence: "but I'm not going to". The bloke was calling security or the fuzz or something else that can't be good. I had to warn the boys and get out of the motel as soon as possible.

Thank goodness the elevator was fast because... well, the building wasn't tall. I was away for, I don't know, 2 minutes tops. Your guess is as good as mine, but I didn't expect THE PLAN to fall apart so horribly without me being there.

(🎶Scorpion - Woman)

Once I was back on the 5th floor I ran inside the room and found Sam on top of Dean. Both of them were bruised and wounded but Dean had it worse. Sam literally broke his face. He was spitting blood and bleeding from his eyebrows, nose, cheeks, and Sam's knuckles were covered in that sticky redness. At that point they were done with the punching: Sam was squeezing the life out of Dean by grabbing him by the neck. As his brother was choking him to death, Dean reached out and tried to do the same thing to Sam but he was already exhausted enough not to cause real damage.

I didn't think, my body moved on its own and I jumped on Sam, clasped my arms as hard as I could to trap him, hold him down, push him away or do anything to prevent him from committing the biggest mistake of his life. But he was so out of it, I doubt he realised I was there.

Despite my best effort, Sam didn't even budge from where he was kneeling. Like as if he was nailed down tightly by an inhuman force.

I shouted, begged and cried to make him end the madness when his head finally cleared out a bit. At last Sam let Dean's neck go. Dean ended up on his side coughing in relief whereas Sam sat up and I loosened my grip. Before rising up from the floor he briefly said a few harsh words addressing his older brother then pushed me away to go on his merry way. I'd like to believe that the jostling was completely unintentional, yet I'm not sure about it anymore. Sam headed straight to the door in haste when Dean opened his mouth and quoted his father.

"You walk out of that door, don't you ever come back."

No, you fucking idiot, that's exactly what you were not supposed to say! Bah! It still echoes in my head and makes me livid. I know I'm not supposed to be angry at Dean, in fact I should be hating on Sam but for gosh, darn...!

I was on the floor in a slightly twisted position. Broken pieces of the glass that once decorated the room and splintered chunks of wood from the damaged furniture were piercing through my skin on my hands, legs and sides. Just like Sam and Dean I was bleeding too but I wasn't aware of that.

All I wanted was to reunite the brothers and talk sense into... You know what? You know the drill. Everything was falling apart in front of me and the best thing I could do at that moment was to cry out and plead.

"No! Please! Don't go! Sam, I'll do anything, anything at all, but please, please, please... No! Stay."

He looked back, I looked up still on the floor bathing in drops of bodily fluids. There was blood, spit, tears and sweat around Dean and me among the wooden shards and fragments of perhaps not glass but crystal, still very much broken. Sam's expression was as telling as it could be: he was furious and cold. But then when he turned away I noticed that he did it with a moment of hesitation and gloom was surrounding him. Maybe we're not late?

I cannot say with utter certainty if I'm wrong or right but yes, he left us bleeding on the floor.