Merry…Whatever!
AN: This is another DeanHurt fic because…well, why not?
Dean was gone. It had been 3 days since he and Sam had had a huge fight. They had almost come to blows, yet again, over the demon blood and Ruby. Dean had asked Sam to choose. Sam had not even given it a thought. He made his choice and Dean left. Sam was used to that, the fighting and the storming off part. The young Winchester had done a little of the storming off himself a time or two. But he was usually back in a few hours. Dean was usually back by the morning if he went to a bar and 'hooked up.'
It was just unusual for Dean to be gone this long. But he had not really said anything to Sam before he left. He just went to the bathroom, got his things, packed his clothes and left in the Impala. Sam wasn't sure if Dean was coming back, at the time. Usually when they stormed off, mad at one another, they never packed. They just left. And for some reason Sam could not help but see images of his elder brother injured, or worse. So Sam had stayed at the hotel, waiting for his brother to return. He spent his time, drinking, pacing and staring out the window.
Days had turned into months. Three months to be exact and Sam had had to move on. He had hunted. He had used his connection to Ruby and she had taught him more about controlling his gift. He just wished that Dean could understand that he was using it in a positive way. But the elder Winchester wouldn't even listen to him on the subject.
SPN SPN SPN
Dean had been in a great deal of pain. He knew he was in a bad way. But old lessons die hard. He still was weary of strangers and strange cars. So when a car pulled up beside him, driven by a harmless-looking senior citizen, Dean still hesitated. Then she said something that stopped him in his tracks.
"I'll take you to your brother." The elderly lady said.
Dean stopped walking and stared, wide eyed, at the woman.
"Dean, I know where Sam is." She said. "Get in, I'll take you there."
"Who or WHAT are you?" Dean asked, still hesitating.
The elderly lady didn't answer. But Dean figured it out quickly. She was a demon. A demon named Ruby. She had just traded in her meat suit for an older model.
"I don't trust you, Ruby." Dean replied. He started to walk again.
Ruby drove alongside Dean for a few yards.
Dean stopped again. "Why are you doing this?"
Ruby sighed. "Sam needs you. He would, if he found out I found you injured and didn't help you…he would kill me."
Dean shook his head. "That wouldn't be a bad thing."
Ruby looked at the stubborn man, irritated. "Look, Sam needs his brother in his life. He needs you to…balance him out. Keep him sane. Keep him from going off the deep end."
Dean looked at her and smirked. "YOU are the deep end, Honey!" But he had to relent. He was in the middle of no-freakin'-where, and he knew he wouldn't be able to walk much further. "You take me right to Sam." Dean said as he got into the car. He took out his knife, making sure Ruby saw he had it in his hand.
"That won't be necessary, Dean."
Dean looked at Ruby, but didn't say a word. He just tightened his grip on the knife.
TBC