Sam lifts his head. The blood dripping down his face, blurs his sight. He attempts to move only to realize he's tied to a chair by his arms and legs and a strap around his neck. It's all reminiscent of the dungeon Toni had him locked in all those months ago. His heart begins to beat like a drum against his chest as fear fills his veins.
"Am I dreaming, or am I in the clutches of that horrible woman again?" He thinks as he scans the dark room.
The air is stagnant, and it's hard for him to take a deep breath. He tries to remember what he was doing before he woke up.
Dean was sick. Too sick to get out of bed and no one knew what was causing it. Castiel had gone to try to find a cure or at least someone who could help and Sam not only needed some fresh air, but the bunker had no food or medicine, as they had been so focused on Dean, they forgot to go shopping. He hated leaving Dean alone, but he figured he could get to the store and back within an hour and from the looks of it, Dean would likely not notice he was gone. It was supposed to be quick and easy, except it wasn't.
He remembers going into the store and gathering supplies, including pie and cough medicine. The pie, of course, was something that always makes Dean happy and Sam wanted him to make him smile if possible.
The sound of the creaking door at the top of the stairs interrupts his thoughts. Unable to turn his head, he waits with bated breath to hear the footsteps of his captor. Beads of sweat form on his face, and his pulse begins to race at the stomping of the feet coming from behind him.
A figure moves in front of Sam shining a light in his eyes, blinding him. "Who are you? What do you want?" Sam asks, trying not to show the fear boiling up inside him.
The light was removed, leaving Sam's vision blurred. A cold hand touches his face, sending a shiver down his spine and making the hair on his neck stand on end. He's unsure about who or what has abducted him. He tries again to recall what happened after he paid for his groceries.
He can only remember carrying the bags out to the parking lot and heading toward the Impala parked about halfway down the first aisle. A female voice called to him from behind and he turned to see the checkout clerk, running toward him, but before he could react, everything went dark, and he woke up tied to the chair. Was the employee the demon, or was she working with one to capture him?
"What do you want?" He asks, again, tugging at his restraints.
The figure shines the light in Sam's eyes once again to skew his vision. "I want to be restored to my former glory. With your help, of course," the voice speaks with a gentle tone.
"Aren't you, Michelle, the grocery store clerk?"
His eyes have begun to adjust to the dark, and Ruby still held the flashlight which gave the room a dim light. He can make out her features somewhat, and she is the woman who checked him out at the market. She was a petite girl, with long blond hair and brown eyes, from what he can tell in the dimly lit room.
"Not anymore." She turns the flashlight toward herself, lighting up her face and then down her body. "I'll give you a clue. Remember how much fun we had when you were drinking blood?" She leans in closer, her mouth against his ear. "How about it, Sam?"
A chill runs through him, as goosebumps cover his arms. "Ru-Ruby?" He stammers, lips quivering. "But...you're…"
"Dead? Yeah, you and Dean got me good, I'll give you that," she remarks, sitting across Sam's lap. "But you see, Sammy…," she begins, biting his ear. "I was a good soldier. I did everything right, and I was tossed aside like yesterday's garbage. But I'm back, better than ever and you, my love, are my ticket into Hell."
Sam shakes his head with a growl. "I won't help you, Ruby. Do what you want with me, but I will not help you do whatever it is you are planning."
"I think you will. I think you will do anything I say, Sammy," she retorts, rubbing his lips with her thumb. "Unless you want Dean to die."
"What do you know about, Dean?" He spits.
Ruby moves off of him, taking the light with her, returning the room to its darkened state. "See you, Sammy," Ruby clicks her tongue. "Think about how you want to play this. I'll be back soon."
"Wait! Ruby!" Sam shouts tilting his head backward in an attempt to look at her. "What have you done?"