LOCATION → DEAN WINCHESTER

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I sat on the edge of one of Bobby's couches and felt my eyelids get heavy.

"Bobby, I'm going down," I mumbled.

"I ain't yellin' timber," He replied in the other room.

I laughed to the best of my ability as I drifted off to sleep.

My dream was in full perspective. There was nothing obstructing my view, it's like I'm in the room, watching it happen.

The demons laughed and snorted. They each took a brother and started to slice at them like a piece of steak.

"Why don't you just kill us now?" Dean winced.

"We were ordered to keep you alive," the demon snarled back.

"By who?" Sam asked as a demon dragged her dagger down his spine.

"Nice try, Sammy," She hissed back in reply.

Dean swung from his chains hitting the demon, and pushing her onto her ass.

"Dean Winchester, didn't your daddy ever teach you how to treat a lady?" She laughed as she re-cooperated.

"He definitely taught me how to treat scumbags like you," He growled.

She chuckled evilly, flashing her dark eyes.

"What's the matter Sam?" The demon taunted him with her dagger.

"Shut up," He replied wearily.

The demon raised her hand and snapped Deans chains. He fell to the floor with a cry.
The second demon pulled a chair up behind Deans body, Then lifted him into the chair using the power of her mind.

She wrapped ropes around his arms and socked him in the face. In return, he spit the blood out right into her eyes.

"As much as I hate hanging from those chains, I hate sitting in this chair even more," He grumbled.

She cocked her head to the side with a grin as she pulled a syringe from her jacket pocket. Without hesitation, she jammed it into his arm and pushed in the poison.

"Goodbye Dean," she giggled as she left the boys.

"Dean you okay?" Sam asked.

"I don't know," He slurred, his voice weary and distorted.

I woke up on Bobby's couch. He sat in a chair across from me sipping a beer loading rock salt bullets into a shotgun.

"Goodmorning sleeping beauty," He said.

"Hey Bobby," I replied.

"Man, you are definitely a snorer, you should get that checked out."

"I'll get right on that," I replied sarcastically.

"How are the boys?" Bobby asked.

"They've been better, The demon let Dean down from his chains and tied him up before injecting him with red poison," I replied, "could possibly be blood."

"We better hurry, I've already got everything ready for our seance," He said heading towards the basement.

"Do you really think we should summon Ruby?" I asked nervously.

"I mean, she's a demon, yes, but she can help us," He replied down the stairs.

"How do we know we can trust her?" I asked.

"Well how do you know you can trust anyone? No keep your pie-hole shut, I need quiet," Bobby said.

I shut myself up and watched as Bobby opened up his book. He read the Latin, then threw in the ingredients. A spark and a flare lit up the brass bowl.

Then not much later Ruby stood, hands on hips, in the middle of our Devil's Trap.

"You called?" She said with an attitude.

"Ruby, getting quicker and quicker every time," Bobby chuckled.

"Hi Ruby, I'm Savannah," I smiled.

"Can it, Blonde-y. I already know who you are," She said.

I closed my mouth and felt my cheeks flush.

"Be nice Ruby or I'll send your ass straight back to the pit," Bobby snarled.

"Grumpy, are we?" Ruby asked.

"Actually, smartass, we need your help," Bobby said, shortly.

"You? Want my help?" She laughed, "No friggin' way."

"Way. Dean and Sam are trapped by some of your own," Bobby explained.

"And you need me, because?"

"Because we don't have any weapons to kill them."

I crossed my arms and looked Ruby up and down. I don't get all the hype, she looks normal to me.

"Why should I help Dean and Sam? He deserves what he's getting," She whined.

"Now isn't time to hold grudges, Ruby," Bobby argued.

"What's in it for me?" She asked.

"We don't kill you, that's what, you help us and we'll send you on your merry way," Bobby replied.

"Fine, I'll help you." She caved.

I decided to hold in my 'thank you'.

"But we'd better get to work."

Ruby stood in the Devil's trapped and cleared her throat. Bobby sighed, knelt down, and scratched the white spray paint off the ground with his knife.

She stepped out. 

"I can find you an enchantment spell," She said.

"So what, we just pick a knife and you 'enchant' it?" Bobby asked.

"Enough to kill a demon," She clarified.

"This one," I said, extending a dagger that I had recently adopted, courtesy of Bobby.

"Cool it, Hotshot. I said I said I could find an enchantment spell. Give me some time, She said and with a blink of any eye, she was gone.

AN:// I have edited this chapter so many times and don't think I'll ever be happy with it but here it is!