Chapter 3:
Dean can see the cabin, old, rundown, splintered wood, a light on inside.
"Sammy, I'm on my way."
The light in the woods had grown dim during the run to the cabin, to the point that Dean had a hard time distinguishing between the shadows. He could see the cabin though, barely standing due to years of neglect, rotting away slowly.
"Man, this place looks like a real craphole." Lurking behind a rose bush beside a cracked cabin window, Dean peered inside; trying to fight against the nausea he felt at the scent of rotting wood and recently burned flesh. The room's walls were worn down, only patches of wallpaper remained, heavily stained with splashes of old blood. Along the far wall, a fireplace was lit, and the room was filled with white candles, light dancing amongst the shadows.
Sitting on a chair, arms tied behind his back, was a semi-conscious Sammy. His hair, damp with perspiration and blood, his clothes had been ravaged. Blood flowed down his arm in a steady trickle and was dripping into a chalice. Large dark marks were abundant on his chest, which accounted for the smell of charred flesh. While all this was infuriating to Dean,what broke hisheart, was the cut on Sam's face. Oozing red, it started under his left eye and ran down to his jaw. Someone had been carving. Someone had tried to take that innocence, that kindness, had tried to ruin the face which offered comfort to so many in the past. While Dean had a harder look to his face, it was Sam's that offered compassion and warmth. Dean needed that from Sam, it comforted him. Sam's face was always so full of hope and possibility, to destroy that was unforgivable. Dean's hands balled into tight fists as he gripped Ruby's knife and exhaled sharply.
There were two other men in the room. One was walking around, eyes black as night and glaring at Sam. He was smaller in stature, almost frail, and had a grandfatherly look to him if one ignored his demonic eyes. The other was taller, standing over by the front door. A dark leather jacket covered his broad shoulders and contrasted with a white ponytail that hung down to the middle of his back.
However, Dean wasn't concerned about other demons at that moment. They just appeared to be lackeys. "Typical. Seems like every demon has a posse these days." He muttered to himself, under his breath.
Dean saw no other threats as he glanced around the room. Sam moaned, tilting his head upward from his chest and causing everyone to take notice. Dean could only watch as the older demon walked towards Sam, raised his hand, and backhanded the injured brother across his already swollen jaw. Hard. Sam's grunt of pain was apparent to the room, causingthe demon to snicker and spit on Sam's face, rubbing saliva all over the wound on his cheek.
"You bastard. I'm so gonna enjoy hurting you."
Dean's heart drummed in his chest, his level of fury reached its peak. Throwing any thought of caution out of his mind, Dean ran full speed to the front door, and lifted his leg to smash through the ancient wood. As the door flew into the room, Dean used the sudden ferocity of the attack to grab the biker demon and plunge the knife through his throat. A stifled yelp escaped the demon's lips, demon blood erupting down his shirt. As Dean twisted the knife, he noticed the orange embers of flame from within the wound evolving into a white light. Dean felt momentarily calm, as he often did after a kill, focused and ready to do whatever was required to help others. Yanking the knife out of the body, he prepared for the next attack.
The remaining demon looked furious, body tensed, prepared to attack, and let out a howl of rage.
It was Dean's turn to laugh in a mocking tone, since he always enjoyed it when demons suffered. "Oh, sorry... did I hurt your bitch, grandpa?"
His smile replaced by a sneer, Dean lunged for the demon, blade aloft, in an effort to end the situation quickly so Sammy could get the medical attention he needed. Dean's lunge proved short-lived though, as he was blasted sideways into a wall, and flew into an old wooden end table, shattering it to pieces. Ruby's knife was knocked from his hand, and landed near the fireplace.
Dean's head smashed into the wall. Bright lights flickered and danced across his eyes and he felt disoriented. Nothing mattered though, nothing except Sammy. He'd had worse hits before and he wasn't going to let one messed-up demon keep him from staying conscious. Dean forced himself into alertness, wiped the blood from the fresh cut on the back of his head, and struggled against the power of the demon. But to no avail. He was trapped. They both knew it.
A maniacal giggle echoed through the room, one that interrupted Dean's struggles. It urged Dean to seek out it's owner, as he pondered what was so damned funny at that particular moment in time.
She walked into the room, heels clicking on the wooden floor. She'd changed. Her arms were lined with deep gashes, her once stunning, unblemished face had a trickle of blood running down the side and an obvious slash along her cheekbone, her hair was wild and untamed, and her eyes, once so blue, were now black with hatred and demonic essence.
It was a blonde woman.
A blonde woman in a red dress.
'Ruby." Dean ground his teeth, glaring at her in utter disgust.
"Hello, Dean." Her voice was softer than he remembered from the dream, yet somehow, distinctly Ruby. "It's so nice to see you again. Can I get you a drink, maybe a band-aid?" Her smirk was evident even in the dim light.
"Yah, how about a nice big glass of kiss my ass?"
Ruby's grin faded slightly, but only for a second. She leaned forward, slipped her hand down her thigh and removed a silver knife, gliding it up the fabric to her palm. Sam groaned again, causing Dean to look over at his injured brother. Sam didn't look good. The light glinted off the blade in Ruby's hand and recaptured Dean's attention.
She approached him slowly, allowing the moment to be savoured. Dean's eyes stayed on her, hatred flooding them, altering their colour to a dark hazel green. "What did you do to Sammy?"
Ruby's eyes flickered back to their pale blue colour and, for an instant, she looked hurt. "You know what, Dean? I just got this body and your brother ripped the crap out of it. Look at my arms. Heck, look at my face. I simply paid him back for his attack on the way here. If he had waited calmly while we dragged him to the cabin, he wouldn't be so broken up at the moment and I certainly wouldn't have cut his pretty boy face. And speaking of pretty boys..."
Ruby reached forward and unbuttoned Dean's shirt in a series of quick jerks and yanks, ripping it off and throwing it to the floor. A sudden burst of pain flowed over Dean's stomach, causing his muscles to clench. As he looked down at his stomach, Ruby went in for another small slash, this one just under his right nipple, making Dean flinch involuntarily.
"You know, I've often wondered something about you, Dean." Ruby paused, curiosity altering her face, "I mean, Sam is amazing in bed. He even showed me a few tricks."
Dean's complexion turned green while picturing his brother with a demon. "Are you getting to a point here? I mean, I've got an important meeting at 2."
"Oh Dean, even in the face of death, you are still a cocky bastard... which brings me back to my original thought. I always assumed that attitude of yours was just your way of overcompensating for something...."
Without waiting for a response, as Dean wouldn't have known what to say or do at that moment, Ruby reached down and grabbed the denim bulge in front of her, squeezing roughly. "I hope you like it as rough as Sam did, or this isn't going to be any fun at all."
Ruby continued to fondle Dean's cock through his jeans, slowly unbuttoning his fly and opening the pants, glancing inside. The expression on her face as she lifted up her head was enough for Dean to realize she was pleased and mildly amused.
"Get your demon slut hands off my dick, bitch." Dean growled, spitting on her face, which was to his own.
Ruby's smile returned to a sneer, her eyes focused back to their empty blackness. The knife was in her hand again, dragged along Dean's exposed chest, over his nipples, down his torso, sliding even lower. Warmth and pain cascaded over his body as Ruby pressed the tip of the blade hard against his stomach, twisting it slightly as she pulled it out, relishing Dean's sudden grunt of pain. The sound was enough to bring Sam to alertness. Moaning, Sam lifted his head and glanced around the room.
"Oh, Sam, you're awake. Good. I'd hoped you'd get to see this. How do you feeling about having a big sister?" Ruby flashed the knife in front of Sam, only to drag it, pressed hard along Dean's chest, firm enough to draw blood with a few surface cuts, and then down below his belly button. Feeling the blade graze along his pelvis, Dean began to thrash around, to fight with all his might to escape Ruby's power while Sam struggled against the ropes, banging around on the chair. As Ruby watched the boys in a frantic rush to break free, she decided to savour their suffering a little longer.
"You know Dean, something has been bugging me since you got here. How did you know it was me when I walked in the room? Did one of your precious angels warn you I was back?"
Dean glared back at her, unsure if he should share the truth, "I had a dream about you earlier today. You were a bitch then too."
"Yes, I may be a bitch, but at least I don't have dreams about demons or my brother's ex. You should consider getting that looked at, Dean. Though, you might want to worry about what I'm going to do next, as I suspect it's going to hurt." Ruby paused for a moment, "How about a little foreplay, Dean?"
Dean could only wait, as Ruby pressed her body against his, as her body's natural scent filled Dean's nose, the scent of cinnamon and peaches now all too familiar. She grabbed his index finger, rubbed it tenderly on her lower lip, flicked it lightly with the tip of her tongue, and then snapped it backwards, hiscryfilling the room together with the crunch of broken bone. Dean's eyes watered as he bit his lower lip. Thoughts of pure hatred radiated off him, as he tried to remain composed while Ruby repeated the process with his middle finger.
"Ruby..., I should have known you'd suck at foreplay." Dean grunted, wincing at the numbness of his hand. "No whips? No nipple clamps? I'm disappointed."
The other demon in the room had grown excited. His demon mouth filled with saliva in anticipation of what might happen next.
Dean found himself powerless to move as her fingers found their way to his bulge for a second time, only to be introduced to the cool tip of the blade running just above his dick, along his neatly trimmed pubic hair. Dean clenched his jaw, determined not to scream if possible. A random flick of her wrist caused Dean to flinch and look down as he anticipated the slice into "womanhood".
Her hands worked fast, as she dragged the bloody knife through the fabric, up and down the denim seam, causing his pants to fall in a heap at his feet. Ruby admired her handiwork. Dean's strong, muscular thighs were now exposed, flexing defensively, covered in a light dusting of blonde hair, which acted as the frame to two large shaved balls, dangling between them. However, it was the cock she was interested in, the exposed thick and flaccid uncut member. Ruby ran her fingers firmly along the shaft as she stroked his dick, "I have to admit, it's nice to see the Winchester boys are so...well-equipped. " Dean continued to stare at her, his body repeatedly testing for any weakness to Ruby's hold.
With the knife still in hand, Ruby ran the blade along the shaft, working her way up to the foreskin tip. As she glanced into Dean's eyes, she rolled his foreskin down, exposed the head of Dean's plump cock and ran the blade along the slit. Dean groaned in discomfort, and tried to fight the shiver that suddenly pulsed through his body, a shiver that sent blood into his cock, which forced it to plump up, growing to a state of semi-erectness.
Dean felt embarrassed. He was trapped by a demon against a wall, naked, while "little Jimmy" was doing the thinking, out of control, harder, longer and thicker by the second as Ruby continued to alternate between blade and fingers, her speed increasing with each stroke. He didn't know what was worse; an erection in front of Ruby and Sam, or the fact that Jimmy wouldn't stay flaccid while absolutely any attractive woman was touching him. He never thought he'd be so ashamed at his ability to get hard. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sam. Sam had his wide eyes on Dean's cock and looked shocked at what had occurred thus far.
Knife still brandished, Ruby walked away, focused on Dean and knelt down to kiss Sam on the cheek. He looked up at Ruby, his eyes glistening with moisture, threatening to shed a tear at any moment. Even with the pain, his only thought was of Dean. "Ruby... please," Sam cleared his throat, his voice a husky whisper, "... don't do this. He's my brother...don't hurt him."
Ruby's eyes flickered back to their pale blue for a moment, "Sorry, Sammy, payback's a bitch, and your brother owes me one big cheque." She turned around and slink towards Dean, knife in hand, ready to slice.
" Ruby......Ruby PLEASE!!!!" Suddenly, there was a roar inside Sam's chest, one that exploded from his mouth. His pupils expanded, his eyes filled with blackness, while the ropes around him burned into cinders. Ruby and the other demo turned around, all eyes were on Sam. No one noticed as Dean's eyes began to lighten as well, from their hazel green to a brighter colour, fading away into pure white. Sam staggered forward, his hand raised and Dean fell to the floor, free from Ruby. Dean lifted his head off the ground, white light abundant, surrounding him, and climbed to his feet.
Sam tried to focus, letting his anger and protective nature flow through him. He took a step forward, and then dropped to his knees, so much pain coursed through his body. Ruby walked over to Sam calmly, paused to stare, then kicked him in the stomach, leaving Sam unable to breathe and with a knife held to his throat.
"Nice try, Sam, but you're not man enough to do anything right now."
"Hey!!" Dean bellowed across the cabin, his voice echoing loudly. Dean's shoulder began to burn, a white hot sense of justice pulsed through him, and he felt like he could destroy all things simply because they were evil. As he took a breath, Dean grabbed the old demon and held him by the shoulders. His hand began to glow, "What the hell is going on with me?" he asked himself, unsure of what had happened to him.
Instinctively, Dean pressed his hand on the grandfather demon's forehead, demonic eyes changed from darkest night to daylight white. The cry of destruction could be heard throughout the woods as the demon was sent into oblivion, never to return.
Ruby's eyes grew wide with shock. "What the hell did you just do?" Panic floodedthrough her, unsure how to respond to the idea she was alone with unknown factors. "You Winchesterboys are way too messed up for me, I'm outta here for now, but we'll do this again, soon. You can bet on that." Black smoke billowed out of the blonde's mouth, swirled around the ceiling, then escaped out the chimney.
"Bitch, you owe me some new jeans" Dean shouted at the smoke, more for his own peace of mind than anything else, feeling satisfied at his comment.
"Dean, she's gone," Sam began to cough, as he looked up at Dean from the floor. His brother's body language was casual as he stood there, but there was fear in his eyes. Sam forced himself off the ground, and debated the one question that had been in his head for a few minutes. Looking at his brother, Sam noticed just how badly Dean had been cut. There were blood and cuts of various depths all over his body, and two of his fingers were bent at very awkward angles. The only thing that looked the same was, "Ummm, Dean,.... perhaps you should cover up the..uhhhh....your dick. I can still see it. "
It was then Dean remembered he was naked, dick still semi-erect, and began the hunt for some sort of clothing. As he glanced down, he smirked and groped his cock lightly in the direction of his brother, while he fingered the wounds on his body delicately, "You gotta admit, Ruby totally wanted a second helping of Winchester pie, dude."
Sam took another peek as Dean fondled his cock obscenely and then looked away, cheeks a bright pink as a result of being caught, and tossed his coat towards Dean. "Seriously, Dean...all kidding aside...what was that all about? The light...your....your eyes....what happened?"
A voice interrupted Sam's speech before Dean could begin to guess what happened to him, a voice that disturbed the calm of the woods, silencing the crickets, and the creaking of the floorboards under feet.
"I believe I can offer an explanation for that..."