Hello world. This is my first fanfic so please RRR, criticism and ideas are welcome since I have no clue what I'm doing. I'm just playing with the idea.

I'm in the middle of the 4th season, so expect huge plot differences. then again its labeled AU for a reason.

I apologize if I may sound OOC. It might be because I haven't watched the show recently so my "Sam-anese" or "Ruby-ish" is rusty or something

and grammar mistakes might be littered here. I'm not good at grammar. I'm just going to post the summary on the first chapter since its a short chapter and I like to read the summary myself at the top. I like reading multiple fanfics at once, so summaries are an easy way to keep track for me.

Summary: Takes place after S3 finale and a few months or year or more after Dean gets thrown in the pit. Dean comes back a demon instead of normal human. caution for mild but-its-there swearing. AU.

Disclaimer: If I owned SPN, Cas would get more screen time, and the first Ruby would of stayed as Ruby.

"I'm sorry, could you say that again?" Ruby said, irritated and disbelieving, "I don't think I heard you right."

"Ruby, you know what I said, and could you give me a second , I've got a hangover and—"

"I can't believe this" Ruby snorted, completely ignoring his request. "That's just FAN-tastic,"

"Calm down Ruby," Sam said as he winced and massaged his temples.

She whirled on him. "CALM DOWN? Are you CRAZY? We just lost the KNIFE. We might as well dance around naked on the streets with neon lights flashing 'KILL ME', and you expect me to be CALM?"

"I suppose not," Sam sighed as he stood and dusted his pants off. "But…" he hesitated, "I think I just found Dean."

Ruby froze. SHIT, she thought, not THIS again.

After countless suicidal adventures for "maybe-it-could-work" s and "definitely-not-but-it's-not-like-Sam-gives-a-fuck", Sam spiraled down his own little path of hell. Didn't help much that he also had the on and off delusions of Dean sitting on the bench, or Dean sitting in the car, or Dean telling him to "come join him", like the Crocotta. She couldn't let him carry the shotgun anymore. Even if it only has salt. Pathetic.

And now, after several months of persuading him and questioning why she even saved the sorry ass called Sam Winchester in the first place, here they are, back to square one. AGAIN. If she got lucky, maybe she can skip the whole angst and he'll be drunk for eleven of the waking hours instead of twelve. Ruby let out a deep breath of deep frustration and counted to ten.

"Sam," Ruby said slowly, "is he wearing those banana slippers, or that pin—, I'm sorry, fuchsia tie again? Because if he is, I think we went over that there is no way, even in hell, that Dean would ever wear—"

"Look," Sam said, shaking his head, "First of all, he's the one who said it was fuchsia. I thought it was pink too. Second, I said THINK, not 'I saw' him. It obviously means that it's really him because I didn't see him this time."

Drunk. Of course. "Riiight, and HOW many tequila shots have you had today?"

"Ruby, it's a lead. We should follow it, as unlikely as it is."

"WHAT lead? The fact that you didn't actually see him is any more convincing?"

"What if I stop drinking if you help?"

Hmmm, bipolar self-destructive drunk or a pointless homicidal road trip?

"So what's this so-called 'lead'?"

Thanks for reading guys :)