TITLE: Home Sweet Home.

SUMMARY: The boys haven't been getting any signs of Supernatural activity for a while and Sam's starting to get worried. Dean, on the other hand, doesn't seem to care. That is until the Winchester boys get a phone call from a fellow hunter + a visit from a very pissed off demon friend of theirs.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural. All characters belong to Eric Kripke + CW Network, unless indicated. I don't own Highway to Hell by ACDC. And blah, blah, blah, this could go on forever.

WARNING: AU. Coarse Language. Major Season 3 Spoilers.

PAIRINGS: Sam/Ruby. + maybe another pairing later on…

WORDS: 1719 Words.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Kay, so 1st of all, this is set a while after Jus In Bello. 2nd of all, I've been dying to write a Supernatural FanFic + – thanks to certain friends who won't let me 'cause I'm writing other stories at the moment – I haven't been able to. 'Cept, this was starting to kill me, so I decided to write a OneShot! YAY! Thank God for OneShots! So yeah… This might become an actual full story later – much later thanks to those friends – but don't count on it. So yeah, now that I've bored you half to death with my life story, I'll let you Read On!

Supernatural.

Home Sweet Home – Chapter One.

"So what do you think, Sammy?" Dean asked, coming out of the bathroom. He wore a dark red, shoulder length wig.

"I think you look like a total dork," Sam answered, looking up from his lap top. Dean ignored the comment and looked himself in the motel room mirror, "Now, Dean, why don't you stop fooling around, we've got work to do."

"What?" Dean asked, walking over to where Sam was sitting. He leaned on his brother's chair and looked at the screen, "Did you find anything? Tell me we gotta go to Amsterdam."

"Dean," Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance, "That's just it, I haven't found anything…"

"So we get a vacation, huh? Sweet," Dean grinned, "What do you say we go to Amsterdam, huh Sammy?"

"SNAP OUT OF IT!" Sam snapped, "We opened a Devil's Gate, Dean. A Door to Hell. We let hundreds, if not thousands of demons out. Don't you think it's a little weird that there are no demonic activity out there. ANYWHERE! Demons don't take vacations. There's something horribly wrong here."

"Come on, Sammy, loosen up a little. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. Let's give Bobby a shout, see what he's got. I'm sure you're just checking it wrong."

"Dean, I've been 'checking it' for three years now. And even before that, while you were always off doing…," Sam paused, "Whatever you were doing, me and dad were 'checking it'. Without you. Look Dean, this isn't normal. Especially not with Lilith after me; she's not just gonna stop trying to kill me, just like that. She thinks I'm a serious threat to… whatever it is she wants to kill me for."

"So she's planning something and managed to get all the demons to stop for a while! Look Sammy, all that matters is that we're finally getting a vacation. Now how about those flights to Amsterdam?"

"Oh, thanks Dean," Sam smiled sarcastically, "Thanks for not caring that some demon's after me and might just have gotten all the other demons on this continent against me! This is just great."

"Oh come on, I bet you–"

I'm on the highway to hell,

Highway to hell.

No stop signs, speedin' limit,

Nobody's gonna slow me–

"Hello?" Dean answered, after having reached in his pocket and drawn his cell phone out.

"Dean, it's Bobby," answered the man who was calling.

"BOBBY! Hey, we were just talkin' 'bout you!"

"Nothin' bad, I hope."

"Naw," Dean said, "So, uh… we were just wondering if you found anythin' to hunt down."

"That's just what I wanted to talk to you 'bout, Dean," Bobby replied, worry in his voice, "I've got nothin'."

"Nothing?"

"Nothin'," Bobby repeated, "This never happens. There's always somethin', somewhere 'round the globe. But this time…"

"So… uh… is this serious?"

"Serious? This isn't just serious, Dean, there's somethin' horribly wrong, here," Bobby answered, "That's just it, I wanted to check on you boys. Wanted to know if I was just goin' nuts or if it was really happenin'."

"We're fine," Dean replied, "But… you wanted to check if what's happening?"

"I dunno yet. I wish I could tell you, but I dunno."

Sam closed his computer, got up and sat back down on his bed. He looked inside his bag and took a few books and a map out. He stretched out a Wichita map in front of him and opened a phonebook from the same city at the motel page. Dean's attention was taken away from his and Bobby's conversation and brought to his brother's doings. Sam took notes in a large notebook similar to John's Journal. Dean walked towards him and tried to read over his shoulder, but couldn't make out his brother's messy writing.

"Dean, are you listenin' to me, boy?"

Dean didn't respond instead, he walked back over to Sam's computer and opened it. An internet window was open and the first thing the older brother saw on the screen was the name of the girl he wanted to kill most, Bela Talbot.

A smile spread across Dean's face, "So, d'you finally find the bitch?"

"What on earth are you talkin' about?" Bobby wondered, still on the other end of the phone.

Completely ignoring Bobby, Dean stared at his brother who looked up, "Not yet, Dean," he answered. Seeing his brother's disappointment, he added, "I'm working on it. We'll find her. Don't worry, Dean, we'll find her."

"What the Hell is goin' on over there? What are you boys talkin' 'bout?" when Dean didn't answer, Bobby started to get mad, "DEAN, FOR CRYIN' OUT LOUD, ANSWER ME!"

"Oh, sorry Bobby. We were just talking 'bout–" Dean never finished his sentence, for a blonde demon barged into the room, a newspaper in hand.

"Bobby. Bobby, I – I gotta go," Dean said before closing his phone.

"Mind letting me out?" Ruby asked, without looking away from Sam. Her face was serious and she clutched her newspaper so hard it was crumpling in her hand. Sam got up and used a knife to scratch the paint, breaking the Devil's Trap.

"You boys must be doing some really serious research to have a Devil's Trap set at the door," Ruby spat, walking towards Sam's empty chair, "Oh wait, no, you boys must be doing some really serious research to be able to sit here while I'm out taking care of the demonic activity!"

"What are you talking about? There haven't been any demonic activity going on worldwide in four days," Sam looked confused.

"Oh really, then what's this," the blonde threw her newspaper on Sam's bed. The boy examined the newspaper's front page for a few seconds before looking up, "Go on. See what's really been happening these past few days," Ruby said, leaning back on the chair. Sam did as she had told him. The newspaper she had brought was in fact composed of many different newspapers' pages with various articles about unexplained phenomenas. Sam looked up, not bothering to look at the rest of the pages.

"I don't understand," Sam looked up, "I've been getting no readings of… any of this… No articles showed up when I was researching."

"Then you must be doing it wrong," Ruby said, an angry look on her face, "Look, you boys have been taking a break, everything's been nice and easy for you while I was off doing your job and my own. Which is more then either of you can even imagine."

"But, even Bobby hasn't been getting any readings," Sam said.

"And he's got some kind of freaky spidy-senses that tell him when there's something up," Dean finished.

"Well then he must be doing it wrong too," Ruby snapped, getting up from her chair. When she saw the boys' confused expressions, she added, "Look I can't tell you how this happened, heck, I can't even tell you what has been happening. All I know is that you boys were in here, living the easy life while I was off killing your share of demons. So from now on, if you don't find anything to hunt, call me."

Ruby was walking towards the door, ready to leave, when Sam asked a question that caught her attention, "Hey Dean," he asked, looking down at the newspaper, "D'you remember seeing an old, abandoned house in Lawrence? Ever?"

"No," Dean answered, nonchalantly, "But I don't remember much from Lawrence, I mean how many times have we actually went back home?"

"Yeah…," Sam replied, "You're right… It's probably nothing."

Ruby turned around and walked back towards Sam. She leaned over the bed to take a look at the article. Her eyes widened at the sight of the accompanying photography. The house on it was awfully familiar and the blonde didn't like the feeling.

Sam saw the expression on her face, "Is everything okay, Ruby?"

"Yeah…," she answered, without looking up from the article. The three stayed in silence until Ruby ripped the article from the page it was on, got up and walked towards the door. She stuffed the article in her pocket and turned to face the hunters, "Well, you boys have a lot of work in front of you, so if I were you, I'd get to it," she said before opening the door and adding, "See you around, boys."

"Ruby," Sam called before the demon had closed the door. She turned around and he continued, "What's so interesting about an old abandoned house?"

"More things then you could imagine," she replied, a very serious look on her face, "How many times were your hunts in abandoned houses or hospitals or whatever? Look, Sam, there are way too many 'interesting' things that could be going on in that house," when she saw the younger brother's unconvinced look, she added, "I guess that's just something you understand after you've been to Hell, after you've been stuck with them for so long… After you've turned into one of them…"

Ruby turned back, once again ready to leave when Dean stopped her, "Hey, why you stealin' our hunt? You gave us that newspaper, so you should've thought about how interesting the hunt was before giving it to us."

"Dean, I've saved your ass so many times you shouldn't complain about missing this one hunt," Ruby snapped, "You at least owe me that much," she continued before turning her back to the hunters and looking back, "And if I remember correctly, I'm the one who did the research while you were off playing hide and seek. This is my hunt. Don't interfere," the blonde added before walking away from the motel room. The boys stayed silent for what might have seemed for hours.

"Tell me you got the address…," Dean turned to his brother after assuming Ruby wasn't going to turn back.

"Dean…," Sam sighed, "You heard her, it's her hunt, we shouldn't interfere, not after all she's done for us."

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy…," Dean said, shaking his head, "Didn't you hear her? She's sick of doing our job… And I think it's about time we saved her ass!" the boys were silent for a moment and Dean added, "So… You got the address?"

Sam sighed, "What do you think?" he asked. Seeing his brother wasn't responding, he added, "Of course I got the address…"

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Kay… I know I said this was gonna be a OneShot, but it's too long + I feel like making you wait for the rest! (Aren't I so evil?) lol! Yeah… sorry about that... Anyways… There's much more coming up (as you might have guessed… + I hope you guessed…) so stay tuned + REVIEW!! It's what keeps me writing, so PLEASE REVIEW!! + I WILL wait for reviews to update... So yeah... just wanted to tell you how to get the next chapter up… Yupp… Hope you enjoyed this first chapter!! R+R!