Summary: Mid season 4 with spoilers up to that point. Sam is convinced that Ruby isn't everything he thought and resolves to do something about it. However, there are always repercussions. Lots of Hurt!Sam and Moody!Dean.

Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Supernatural; all credit goes to Eric Kripke, Sara Gamble, and their wonderful team of sadists.

A/N: Just as fair warning, this is my first attempt at this kind of fanfiction. I'll do my best to update as often as possible, but I'm prone to nasty attacks of writers block.

Chapter 1

Sam was done. More importantly, Ruby was done. Sam would not let himself be played right in to Ruby's hands ever again. Dean had known the whole time, from the moment that Sam told him what was going on, that Ruby was just waiting for the right time to screw Sam over-pun intended. Sam contemplated this as he tucked a gun and knife into his pants' waistband.

With the promise that Sam had made to Dean about not going to Ruby again, Sam felt a sharp twinge of guilt for sneaking out of the motel room. However, he couldn't feel regret at the moment; he had a job to do. And it was about time too. This time, Sam was well prepared. Nothing would stop him now.

Closing the front door behind him, Sam glanced at his cellphone again. The address of the rendezvous glared back at him in the dark environment. Ruby wouldn't suspect anything. Sam knew that there were flaws to this plan, but he had to take his chances.

Ten minutes later, Sam found himself at an abandoned house. A modest house, one with two stories and with plenty of yard space. Paint peeled from the exterior walls and the wood of the patio and door was well on the way to being rotted out. It must have been beautiful once. Now it looked just as creepy as it felt. Sam's cellphone beeped.

'I'm in the bedroom.' The text on the screen read. Sam looked up. There was a soft glow from a candle visible in one of the upper story windows. Sam made his way reluctantly up the patio, fingering the knife as he put the phone back in his pocket.

Once inside, the house looked no more inviting than it did when Sam was outside. Sam's heartbeat picked up in pace with each step up the stairs. His movements were slow and calculated, careful and quiet. At the threshold of the bedroom, Sam paused and steadied his breathing. There wasn't a sound from inside, but Ruby was undoubtedly there. Waiting ever so patiently for Sam.

Sam entered the room where Ruby's face was illuminated dimly by another candle.

"Nervous, Sam?" Ruby asked, pressing her body gently up against Sam's.

Sam stepped back smoothly. "We're cutting it too close. Dean's getting suspicious and I don't like lying to him."

"But Sam, you're doing a lot of good!" Ruby purred, reaching around Sam's chest from behind. "Think of all the people you've been saving. I don't see Dean doing anything. He'd rather condemn you for helping them than actually help them himself. Besides, you lie all the time. You both do."

Sam tensed slightly as Ruby's hands wandered farther south. "Dean has a right to wonder. And yeah, we lie, but it's to help people. Not to intentionally deceive them."

"But you are helping Dean. You're doing this all for him, right? How can he-or anyone else- honestly say that this is for your own good?"

Sam shook his head. "Maybe I was doing it for him in the beginning, but you know as well as I do that it hasn't been about him for a while. This is about you getting a better status." Sam turned around, holding Ruby in one arm while arming himself with his knife in the other. "And I'm done being a puppet."

As Sam lunged at Ruby with the knife, Ruby shoved Sam against the wall by the door. "You know, I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. We could have done it together."

Sam shoved Ruby forcefully, lunging again. Ruby feinted to the left and shoved a knife of her own into the muscle of Sam's upper left back and yanked up. A sneer formed on Ruby's face as Sam let out a pained gasp.

"You're not making it out of here alive, Sam." Ruby hissed.

Sam lifted his knife arm and plunged the knife into Ruby's heart. He took no satisfaction in the look in Ruby's eyes as the familiar crackle of light pulsed through her body. "Neither are you." Sam gasped, yanking the knife out and stepping back.

Ruby's host body fell to the ground in a lifeless heap. Sam didn't even bother salting and burning the body as he left the building. He simply settled on staying awake long enough to get to the motel.


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