A/N: So I've worked my ass off for this the past few days, especially with finding a new demon. Don't diss Balam! I spent two hours on wikipedia to get him, okay? Oh, and sorry for all those mistakes in this, it was around 4 am when I finished this.

one last option.

About two hours later, after Ruby had tried to find a trace of Sam, with plenty of crystal pendulums, spells and maps, nothing had worked.

"Anything?" Dean tried to sound calm, but Ruby could hear how badly he wanted her to say 'yes'.

She looked up from her 'work' and stared at his face. "Sorry."

For a moment, awkward silence filled the room.

"Is there anything else you can do?"

"There's something, yeah. But it's more complex than the other spells."

"Doesn't matter."

Ruby smirked. "Right." She took her small, grey leather bag and turned her back on him. "Wait here." she commanded, then disappeared behind the bookshelf. Dean wasn't exactly in the mood for a fight, so he did what he was told to.

When he heard the wooden door creak, he knew she was back.

Ruby straightly walked towards the small, white table with the map of the USA on it, and put the contents of her shoulder-bag.

"What's that?" Dean closely looked over her shoulder.

"A hexbag?" responded Ruby.

"What kind of hexbag?"

"Doesn't matter."

Dean repeated. "What kind of Hexbag?"

So did Ruby, only this time a bit louder, and angrier. "It doesn't matter!"

He grabbed it out of her hand and ripped it open.

What fell onto the map, shocked Dean. "Those are a baby's bones!"

Ruby gave him a despisive look. "Well, I didn't go kill a baby for this, if that's what bothers you."

"No, I mean - a baby's bones? That's some very black magic."

"Black, black magic, that is true.", she murmured to herself, while she put together her hexbag again.

"So why do you use it?" Dean looked at her with his 'everything you do is pure evil'-look.

She sighed. "Do you want me to get a hold of Sam, or not?" Her bluegreen eyes pierced through his darkgreenes.

He kept silent. She took it as a 'continue'.

Ruby tied a string to the ceiling, to its other end she tied the hexbag, so it now hung exactly over the middle of the map.

"Now, I need some of Sam Winchester's blood." the demon stated.

"Yeah, well I don't have any."

Ruby smirked. "I thoughts so."

The next second, Dean felt her thin fingers hit his nose. Hard. He hadn't felt pain like that in a few weeks. "Ow!" he angrily growled at her.

She rolled her eyes. "You really need to think faster." With these words, she used her sharp fingernails to get some from the blood that ran out of his nose.

"I thought you needed Sam's blood."

"I thought you two were brothers."

"Oh."

She let his blood from her fingertips drop onto the hexbag.

"Here we go. Black, black magic, remember?"

The hexbag didn't move, but it started to sizzle.

Dean frowned. "Is that supposed to happen?"

"Yep." Ruby crossed her arms.

The sizzling got louder and a small column of smoke shot out of the hexbag.

Ruby turned towards Dean. "Still normal, twat."

Suddenly the blonde demon anxiously looked at the smoke, then grabbed Dean by his shirt and threw him backwards. Dean of course wanted to protest as his back crashed onto the floor, but that same moment, the hexbag exploded, leaving behind flames that burned the map, and parts of the table.

Realising what happened, the hunter got up and threw a red blanket onto the flames, sufficating them.

"Was that normal?" Dean gasped.

Ruby shook her head. "No."

She watched the flames burn a mark into the blanket, before they completly went out.

The Winchester closely looked at it. "What does this mean, Ruby?"

Her fingertips brushed over the strange pattern. "It means we forgot the one last option."

"What did we forget? We have considered everything now. Outside of the USA, in the USA.. hold on, do you mean he's.." Dean stopped, fearing saying out loud what they both thought would make it even more true. "..he's.. dead?"

She sighed. "No, worse."

The hunter didn't know why, but when her anxious gaze met his, he started to shiver.

"What could be worse?! What does this mean, Ruby, tell me!"

"He possesed." She shook her blonde curls. "This mark.." Ruby pointed at what the flames had carved into the blanket. "it's the mark of Balam."

Dean's rough voice interrupted her. "Demon."

Once again, the beautiful eyes of hers pierced right through him.

"Not just any demon, Dean. Balam. He's a duke of hell, controlling over forty legions of demons. And he perfectly nows anything past and present." The blonde shook her head. "You're not match for him."

Dean turned his back on her, while shouldering the brown bag which contained the colt. "I'll find a way."

"You think just walking into him will give you any other result than him ripping pretty, pretty you to pieces?!" He could here the anger in her voice, but he ignored her.

Dick, Ruby though, still trying to convince him not to go. She didn't know why, she had always hated him, but there was no way on earth she was going to just let Dean die.

"You can't kill Balam anyways, he sure knows why he posessed innocent little Sammy."

He turned aroun again, now facing her.

"Oh, so I'll just leave Sam rotting to death?" Anger. Rage. Ruby could taste it. They both were angry, and they both knew, this conversation would end in a fight.

"Oh, so you being tortured to death before that is better?!"

"Then what do you suggest, smart arse?"

Ruby eyes flickered to the floor, then back to his face. "I'm sorry, Dean. There's nothing we can do."

end of part two.