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Nightmares

Chapter 1: Demon Bitches and Dead Chicks

Greasy breakfasts consisting of scrambled eggs, sausages, bacon and pancakes were a stable in the diets of Sam and Dean Winchester. Unfortunately the life of a hunter did not afford luxuries such as home-cooked meals, more often than not the meals that the two brothers consumed were of the crappy restaurant variety usually consisting of eggs and pancakes while lunches and dinners consisted of burgers, steak or some other "heart healthy" meal of some sort. At the moment the two brothers were having breakfast in yet another diner which evoked a fine sense of Americana.

"Dude, a bagel, really?" asked Dean as he watched Sam begin to slice his way through the bagel with his butter knife before he eagerly began to cut through one of the three massive pancakes that had come with his meal.

"What? I'm sick of bacon, eggs and pancakes." Replied Sam as he began to spread the cream cheese.

"Is that strawberry cream cheese?" asked Dean raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah…so what?"

"So, you sure you wouldn't like a nice apple martini alongside that strawberry cream cheese bagel of yours?" commented Dean with a smirk on his face. "Or how about a Mohito or a drink with one of those little umbrellas in it? After all they are FAB-U-LOUS."

"Dude, shut up." said Sam as he turned back to his laptop, skimming the internet for clues that could possibly lead the two brothers to a new case, or even on the trail of Lilith.

"So, what've we got." asked Dean through a mouthful of pancakes, bacon, eggs and a little bit of coffee.

Sam squinted as he searched through the local "Bunch of weird deaths have been occurring here over the past few months." He replied before taking a sip of his coffee.

"Sam, weird is a little vague dontcha think?" said Dean, "You gotta elaborate a bit more."

"Alright, 24 deaths over the past six months, all males 25-30, all in great physical condition, all of them died in their sleep."

"In their sleep?"

"Yeah, simple open shut case. Coroners think that it was because of heart failure." said Sam eyeing the bacon on Dean's plate with a frown on his face. "Doubtful especially when you consider that over half of the males were athletes and were in excellent health."

"Don't worry I've still got a few years before I start hitting up the oatmeal and egg whites." Reassured Dean with a mouthful of pancakes, eggs and bacon, noticing the frown that had formed on Sam's face. "So, any idea what could give those poor bastards a case of the sleep deaths? Poison apple maybe?"

Sam took a deep sip of his coffee, black with no sugar or cream, before answering: "I was thinking that we start with the medical coroner first, see if there's a biochemical connection shared among the victims. So what'd you think? FBI, CIA or Department of Health?"

Dean smiled.

"Hello, I'm Special Agent Dean Chase of the Federal Bureau of Investigations; this is my partner, Special Agent Samuel Murdoch." said Dean flashing the fake FBI identification to the coroner, a very fine looking young lad who was blessed with a statuesque physique, full luscious red lips, amber brown hair and porcelain skin which seemed to glow in the dim fluorescent light of her cramped up office.

The gorgeous brunette looked up and smiled. "Now why would the Federal Bureau of Investigations be interested in a few men who died in their sleep?" asked the Doctor raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, well we have reason to believe that they were poisoned." said Sam as he and Dean sat down, Sam took note of the nametag on the woman's desk: Dr. Beatrice Sinclair MD. "Did the toxicology reports reveal any possible abnormalities in the blood of the victims?"

"Well there was one thing that was a little off." Said Beatrice, "every one of the victims had an alarmingly low amount of testosterone present within their body."

"And that means…" asked Dean, biology wasn't exactly his strong suit.

"Well, with those levels of levels of testosterone, they may have as well have been four year-old boys instead of men." answered Beatrice while crossing her legs, giving the boys a view of her shapely pale legs which were accented by her black pantyhose.

Dean snuck a quick peep at her fine legs before returning his attention to the situation at hand.

Beatrice reached into her pocket, pulled out a card. "If you guys have any other questions, feel free to call me."

Dean picked up the card.

"About anything." She said hungrily licking her lips. Sam felt a shudder of disgust go through his spine, clearly subtlety was not lost among this one.

"Well, Dr. Sinclair, thank you for everything." Said Dean straightening out his suit as he and Sam got up to leave. "I'll think about that phone call."

"So you gonna call her?" asked Sam as the two walked through the hallway of the police station.

"Are you kiddin? A broad like that is what I like to call a man eater, she'd probably chew me up spit me back out only to chew me up again." Replied Dean with a laugh, "any idea on what we're dealing with here?"

"Off the top of my head? Nothing" said Sam, "Vampire and werewolf victims both leave telltale signs of attacks. I'm pretty sure that we're gonna need Bobby's help on this one, or I could always call Ruby."

"No, we're not calling her."

"Calling who?" asked a familiar figure leaning against the hood of the impala. The two brothers recognized the figure almost immediately, a petite body type standing at 5'2" coupled with shoulder long chocolate colored hair, tan skin and a smirk which was plastered all over her face.

"Speak of the devil." Muttered Dean.

"Ruby." said Sam, a smile on his face, acknowledging her presence, unlike his older brother.

"Sam," said Ruby replying with a smile of her own before turning to acknowledge Dean. "Short stack."

"What do you want Ruby?" asked Dean, despite his younger brother's bizarre relationship with the demon, and the fact that she had saved his life numerous times, he couldn't bring himself to trust her. Every single one of his instincts screamed for him to plunge the knife into her chest and end her life right there and then. But for the sake of his younger brother, he didn't…for now. What worried him more was the exact nature of the relationship between his younger brother and the demon. As a hunter there should have been only one real relationship: the one which ends with Sam exorcising the bitch and sending her off to hell.

Ruby uncrossed her arms as she got off the Impala. "That job, you guys are looking into, drop it."

"Excuse me?" asked Sam.

"You have no idea what you're up against." Replied Ruby, "This thing…I've never seen anything like this thing before."

"Nothing we can't handle…" Said Dean, "Now why don't you get the hell out of my sight before I deport your ass back to hell."

"First of all, you're not even a qualified enough hunter to deport my clipped toenail back to hell. And secondly, you can't handle this thing…it's probably the last one of its kind and insanely powerful." Snapped Ruby, "It'll kick your ass, five ways until Sunday, way worse than the beating I gave you the last time we had an argument."

Dean felt a cold snap go through his head as he lost control of his body and proceeded to deck Ruby with a strong right hook followed by a strong uppercut to her gut. "DEAN!" yelled Sam as he placed himself in between the two conflicting forces desperately attempting to separate his brother from his demon girlfriend of sorts. Dean shrugged off his brother as he quickly reached into his pocket for the demon killing knife he had stolen from her months ago. "Dean! No!" yelled Sam as he smashed his fist into Dean's jaw in a desperate way to calm him down. After all violence was the one thing that Dean knew best.

Dean stumbled back, shocked at what had just transpired. "Sam….what the hell do you think you're doing?" growled Dean, a small red mark was beginning to form on the spot where Sam's fist had connected.

"You attacked her for no reason." Snapped Sam.

"She's a demon Sam, we're hunters, it's our job to kill things like her." Said Dean venomously,

"No, our job is to save people and hunt evil. Not every demon or nonhuman out there. She's not evil." Replied Sam, the conversation had gotten stale, he already knew what his brother was going to say next. He could probably recite the exact words.

"Why do you trust her so much Sam?"

"I've already told you why." Snarled Sam, he showed no signs of relenting. Clearly he was about to simply stand aside and let his brother kill Ruby without a fight. This act alone raised dozens of questions about the true nature of their relationship.

"Why, because she saved you?! That reason you gave me isn't even close to good enough." Snarled Dean, his eyes searching for an opening in Sam's defense, all he needed was one good stab. One good stab was all he needed, one stab to end her miserable excuse of a life. "What's going on, Sam?" he asked in a quiet tone of voice. "Are you in love with her?"

"Dean…"

"Right now… I can't trust you as long as you trust her." said Dean as he turned to leave a stunned Sam behind. He could not trust Sam, not at this moment. Not with the apocalypse looming closer and closer with each passing day. This Sam who openly used his supernatural powers in the name of the greater good, no this was not his brother. Just a shadow of the man his brother used to be.

Sam watched in morose silence as his brother walked away. Dean just didn't understand his mindset. How could he? He had left him, he had left him with the burden of bearing the cursed cross that his family had carried for two generations, with the knowledge and guilt that he was responsible for his brother's death. How could he possibly understand the blood that ran through his veins? Black, evil and corrupting blood which poisoned and corroded the very body that housed its accursed presence. The blood of that yellowed-eyed sonuva bitch who had destroyed his entire life in an instant. The blood of demons.

Then Ruby came along. She had literally gone through hell, risked body and soul to rescue him from the prison of despair he had created for himself. She had given him a purpose and control of his life. She had given him meaning. She had saved him.

Surely he of all people could understand being saved.

"Wanna go grab a burger?" asked Ruby as she wiped the blood off of her chin, her words pulling Sam's thoughts back to the present situation.

"Are you serious?" asked Sam raising an eyebrow. She was being far too casual about this.

"Well I am pretty hungry and Dean just need some time to cool off. Don't worry he'll be back." Reassured Ruby as she placed a hand on Sam's arm in an attempt to reassure him. "C'mon, I could go for some French fries."

"Yeah, sure I could eat." Said Sam as he followed Ruby to her car, knowing Dean he would come back for the Impala at a later time.

Across town a little boy was playing with his favorite toy airplane, happily playing around the house with the airplane high above his head while making several "vroom vroom" sounds as he ran through the house. His joyful run came to a sudden halt when he noticed that the door of a particular room had been left open. The young boy hesitated before he ran in.

"Daddy! Daddy!" screeches the boy as he ran up to the bed that his father was sleeping on.

The boy failed to notice the emptiness in his father's eyes, as he nudged him several times begging him to play.

"Daddy?" asks the boy curiously. "Wake up, Daddy. Wake up."

Dean laid on the lumpy bed belonging to the crappy motel that he had chosen to stay at for the night, thoughts of the last three months swimming through his head like fish in a massive aquarium. He didn't believe for a second that Ruby's actions were of a noble intention. He could see the effect that she had on him, the way he acted whenever she was around him. She was corrupting him, was Sam so blind that he couldn't see that? Oh yeah that's right. She had "saved" him.

With her "body."

Yet despite his mistrust of her, she had done nothing to warrant his attitude towards her. She had willing placed herself in the hands of Alistair in order to help them. He had seen the cuts and gashes that Alistair had inflicted upon her, but most importantly he had seen the way Sam had carried her back to the motel, the way he carefully bandaged her wounds, the way he would tenderly move a lock of her chocolate brown hair behind her hair, but most importantly he saw the way he looked at her. He saw the vulnerability, the worry, the compassion. A hunter showing a demon any sort of compassion was probably the worst sin any hunter could possibly commit.

The motel door creaked open letting in a cold breeze which sent shivers up Dean's spine. His eyes didn't bother to open, he knew that it was Sam back to apologize and try to make things right. The door slowly closed as Dean felt steps begin to move to the bed that he was currently sleeping on. 'That's weird, since when did Sam's footsteps get so soft?' thought Dean as the footsteps got closer and closer to the bed.

"Sam?"

"Hardly." Replied a familiar female voice, one he hadn't heard in months. One that he recognized instantly all thanks to her accent. Her British Accent.

'It can't be…' thought Dean as he opened his eyes to find her half naked form approaching him.

"Tell me Dean, do you remember all those months we spent in together hell?" she asked as she crawled over him, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine with each puff, her long amber hair beginning to pool around him on his chest as she leaned down to kiss his shoulder. "The unforgivable things you would do to me during the day, and at night the ways you would…." A shudder ran through her body before escaping through her mouth as the memory overtook her body. "….take me…"

"Bela…" muttered Dean through strained teeth as Bela began to kiss her way up his neck, the softness of her lips coupled with the warmth of her breath sent tingles down his spine. Her scent was beginning to overwhelm him, a mixture of burnt brimstone and jasmine flowers which crept into his nostrils and flooded his mind. Her hands were slowly running their way under his shirt.

"What's wrong? Don't tell me you've forgotten about our time spent in damnation?" she asked sensually before hungrily nibbling on his earlobe. "I haven't."

"Bela…"

"The spikes, the nails, the needles, the fire and the knives, you always did love the knives didn't you, darling?" continued the British Harlot as she slowly made her way up to his lips. "The ways I begged for you to stop, to forgive me."

By now her lips were inches away from his, her scent was overpowering him. Her words evoking forbidden memories that he had long repressed, memories of his past sins. "Bela, what are you doing here?" he managed to mutter through much use of willpower.

Bela's face darkened as her hand firmly gripped his chin tightly forcing him to look at her as she sat up and straddled him. "What's wrong? You honestly didn't think that you're the only one who can escape from hell do you?" she snarled revealing the blackness in her eyes. "Yet, you were the only one who was saved by His grace weren't you? Out of the trillions suffering in hell, you were the only one who was forgiven."

Her grip tightened. "What makes you so special?!" continued Bela, by now her face was just a mere inch away from his, the familiar scent of burnt flesh, brimstone and her unique scent of jasmine flowers intoxicating him in a way no drug could ever hope to match. "Your sins are so much greater than mine, than all of ours! What makes you so worth saving?!"

Dean struggled as unwanted memories flooded back into his head, the ones that he tortured, maimed and killed. He wasn't a hero, he didn't suffer righteously like he had expected himself to. He had given in to the darkness and allowed himself to become a monster.

He had been tainted.

"Nothing."

Bela smiled sweetly, a smile that she only ever showed him after their fuck sessions in Hell, before she leaned down to kiss him and Dean could feel himself slip back into the darkness he thought he had long escaped from.

A/N: Alright folks, my first multichapter fic. Hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter. I want to stress that this is not a Dean/Bela fic, although there are mentions of a relationship that they had in hell. I want this fic to be more like a standalone episode where a lot about the relationship between Sam and Dean as well as Sam and Ruby will be explored.

I did watch Lucifer Rising, and I was a little pissed at the sudden change in Ruby's character, especially considering her immense desire to remain neutral in the conflict (I know what you did last summer & Hell's Angels) as well as her past deeds in helping Sam. (see season 3) Furthermore her endgame did not make sense especially considering that she helped resurrect the Colt, a gun perfectly capable of killing Lilith before she even began to break the seals and her willingness to sacrifice herself in order to save the boys from Lilith's forces (Jus in Bello).

I guess this fic will follow my own personal Canon, as I have been planning to write a fic depicting Ruby's past for a while now. The ideas are swimming in my head and I just need to find the time in between essays, midterms, finals, work, and my martial arts training in order to plan out and write it.

Reviews are greatly appreciated as I always look forward to constructive criticism.