Chapter 1:

It's all fun and killing until someone gets injured

Sam leaned over the bed, glancing at his brother making the move from behind.

"Just remember Sammy, it is going to hurt at first, but it will feel a hell of a lot better after." Dean snickered, happy it wasn't him. Sam nodded his head and did his best to move his right arm back so Dean could grab it. Dean grabbed his wrist and had his other hand on Sam's back where the shoulder blade was.

"On the count of three, right?" Sam asked. Dean uttered in agreement and began counting,

"One, two…" A sickening pop rang out across the motel room, followed by a muffled yell from the younger Winchester boy.

"I thought we said three." Sam finally managed to breathe out. Moving his arm around a little, massaging his shoulder.

"Eh, it is more fun when you don't know it is coming." Dean laughed and headed off towards the bathroom. When Sam heard the door close, and the water turn on in the shower, he walked over to the bedside table and opened it quietly and carefully, as not to jar anything in the drawer, knowing Dean would notice things out of place. Sam picked up the carefully placed Bible, and set it down on his bed. He gave one more glance at the bathroom door, and heard Dean humming to some obscene rock song. He opened the Bible to page thirty, and laying there in cut out pages was a very small vile of red liquid. He lifted it carefully and shook it, before popping the top and downing it.

In the bathroom, the water shut off, so Sam threw the vial in his shirt pocket, and closed and placed the Bible in his duffle bag. Just as Dean came out, with nothing but a towel wrapped around his body, for the first time Sam was noticing the beating Dean's body took during a mission. He had multiple deep scratches down his left side, and he had different shaded bruises scattered all over. Some new and some weeks old, but they still looked painful regardless.

"You know," Sam began, getting Dean's attention, which was previously looking through his clothes. "You need to take care of some of those scratches." Sam finished pointing at one that had busted open while Dean was throwing stuff around.

"Eh" was Dean's response, along with grabbing a dirty shirt off of the floor and wiping the new blood away. "I will live." He finished with, before disappearing in the bathroom again to get dressed.

"I am going to grab something to eat; do you want me to get you anything Dean?" Sam called as he began rising off of the bed, feeling the effects of the demon blood he had just downed.

"Um, can you get me a double cheeseburger with extra bacon and a large order of fries, and maybe a chocolate milkshake?" Was the response from the bathroom.

"Ok Dean, how about I bring back the lady who takes my order too?" Sam asked sarcastically, only for Dean to open the door and lean out.

"Is she cute?" He asked, before closing the door again. Sam let out a snicker and grabbed Dean's keys off of the end table. Sam's real intentions burning a whole through his scalp, he quickly left the stuffy hotel room and headed down to the waiting Impala. When Sam reached the driver side door, he flipped open his phone to a new text message, he quickly opened it, and it read

From: Ruby

Meet me at the warehouse on the third; I have someone you might want to get to know. Make sure Dean doesn't know, this is going to get violent.

When he finished reading it, he made sure to press the delete button, and watched it until it confirmed being deleted. He then got into the Impala and sped out of the hotel parking lot towards Ruby and her supply of blood.

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Sam arrived at the warehouse. The dark lingering over it, the moon was covered by clouds, so Sam took his flashlight from the passenger seat and exited the vehicle. When he reached the main door, he heard yelling coming from inside, first it was Ruby's voice, sultry and woman like, then there was a deep male voice, crying for mercy. Sam entered and quickly the scene unfolded in front of his eyes.

Ruby was standing outside of a devil's trap, and there was a man, tied to a chair inside of it, crying. His red hair flamed nicely, and complemented his pale skin. It took Sam a second but when he reached Ruby's side, he had a couple of questions brewing all ready.

"How did he get in there? Tied up? When you know you can't go in those things." Sam pointed to the devil's trap and smiled awkwardly at Ruby who was admiring her handy work.

"I didn't need to. I got a tip from an old friend who was working this guy over, when he spilled a little information about a certain demon we need to know. So my friend called me with the location, and here we are." She smiled as she held a knife up to Sam's chest.

"So, have you found out anything?" He asked her, taking the knife graciously from her hands. Running his hand up and down the blade, pondering all the things he can so easily do with it.

"No, the little maggot says he never said anything about nothing, and that he is not a demon, and you know the whole spew about innocence." Ruby laughed loudly, glancing over at the dark grin spread across Sam's face.

"Well, I guess I will have to get the truth out of him, one way or the other." Sam laughed slightly, and began walking toward the man, blade drawn.

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By the time the Impala pulled back up into the motel parking lot, the food had become cold. But Sam knew Dean wouldn't care, food was food. Sam checked himself one more time in the rearview mirror, making sure there was no blood anywhere on him. He was not about to give this thing with Ruby up over some minor technicality. He grabbed the bag of food and the two drinks and made it up the stairs to room 207, where he knocked because his hands were full. When the door finally swung open, a very nervous Dean was there. But upon seeing Sam standing on the other side, Dean let out a sigh of relief.

"Where have you been man? I have been trying to reach you on one of your cells, I couldn't get a hold of you, and I know it doesn't take three hours to get food." Sam walked past Dean and put the food on the table.

"Sorry, I got a little distracted." Sam apologized emptily. Dean gave him the that's not good enough of an excuse look, and Sam recognized it well. Concocting a story from thin air was what Sam was getting good at, and he needed to get a good one right now. "Well you see, there is this girl at the diner, and I think…" but Sam trailed off, knowing good and well when to stop a story so he didn't have to complicate the lie. Dean's face changed, and he let out sigh of relief.

"Well Sammy, I never thought you would find one." He nudged the still sore shoulder and Sam let out a painful breath of air. "Sorry." Dean apologized before giving Sam a suspicious look. "That shoulder still bothering you?" He asked reaching over towards Sam. But he quickly jerked away.

"Thanks mom, but I'm fine." Sam scoffed before grabbing his salad and sitting on his own bed. Only then did Dean turn his attention to his food. Sam sat for a moment, and let out a quite breath of relief, he could have been caught there. He has to be more careful next time.