"What do you mean…"John looked from Sam to Dean, then back.

"Well after you…"Dean cleared his throat. " After you died, we went to go see the Harvels. Ellen and Jo. Your cell phone had a message from Ellen saying she could help you with something, and we wanted to find out what. Anyways, after a few hunts, fights and so forth, the roadhouse was burnt to the house by some demons. Ellen was there when the devils gate opened. Both of them survived."

"We also ran into a hunter named Gordon Walker." Sam cut in, trying to tell their story in order. "That didn't' go to well."

"Ah…"John sighed. " I've heard of him. Not the nicest hunter on the planet."

"There were various monsters, ghouls, goblins, you know the drill." Dean continued. "Vampires that don't drink human blood, werewolves that aren't aware, tricksters, clowns that eat people, and even a single good demon."

John had been listening intently, nodding here, making a noise of surprise or agreement there, but then he hesitated. "A demon…that's good? You've got to be kidding me!"

"Nope." Sam shook his head. "But she's still manipulative, bossy and one hell of a bitch. Typical demon."

"And you're one-hundred percent sure she's actually good?" John wasn't sure he believed it.

"Sadly, Yes. She's saved our lives multiple times for over a year, and helped us go after a very powerful demon." Dean didn't seem happy about it. "Although I hope for her sake we never meet again."

"The same year you died…"Sam backtracked a little so John could get the full picture, continuing from where they left off. " We came in contact with others who made demon-deals, and managed to get one man free."

John was a little uncomfortable that his deal was common knowledge to the boys, but at least he didn't have to explain himself.

"We also met some people…"Sam looked to Dean. " Some people who, like me, had different types of psychic abilities."

Dean noticed that John was a little surprised to hear this, but Dean knew that John had been aware. Still, he was surprised that Sam had been so easy to let go of this information.

"These people all shared a few key qualities. They were all the same age, and they all lost their mothers in a nursery fire on their six-month birthday." Sam hesitated. "Am I boring you?"
"No," John said slowly. "Just the opposite."

"I didn't think it would," Sam replied, almost inaudibly.

"So what ever happened to all the other psychics?"

"Dead. They were all murdered in some form or other, whether by other psychics, themselves, hunters, the list is endless. Heck, Gordon went after a few of them."

"And what happened to Gordon."

"He got turned into a vampire, the thing he hates the most." Dean took up thse slack for Sam. "And then decided he wanted to eat us." He gestured to his brother. "But Sam here took care of that."

"Dean…"

"You did! I mean I was toast, so somebody had to do the job, but I was impressed." He looked to John. "Ever taken out a vampire with no weapon?"

John raised his eyebrows, looking to Sam. "Really? No weapon?"

"Barbed wire actually." Dean cut in again.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Dean, why does this story interest you so much? Its no big deal or anything."

"Because it's I need to prove to Dad here that you can actually do anything," Dean laughed. "And that Gordon took me down when I had a weapon, and it wasn't my guts he wanted speared on the floor."

"You're a poet Dean. Can we move on?"

"Fine. How about we talk about the psychics some more?" Dean sighed sarcastically.

John wasn't sure what to say. He frowned. "Wait… so if all the psychics died off, than how did you get out alive? You said Gordon wasn't the only threat."

Sam hesitated. "Well I" –

There was a knock on the door.

Sam walked to the door, and looked in the peephole. "Crap."

"What?" Dean cut in.

"Ruby."

Dean walked towards the door. "Son of a" –

"I got this." Sam held out a hand to stop his brother, than unlocked the door and stepped outside, shutting it firmly behind him.

"How's the family?" Ruby gave Sam a cheap smile.

"What do you want now Ruby?"

Ruby looked to the window, and then followed Sam as he walked further into the parking lot so they could talk in private. "I was just wondering whether John Winchester himself was really as amazing as they all say. You're father's a legend Sam."

"I know what he is. I'm not in the mood to play games Ruby."

"Who's playing games? I was just wondering" –

"How did you know anyhow Ruby? We just found out tonight that he's alive."

"I'm a demon. That's my job."

"Stop following me dammit!" Sam shook his head angrily.

Ruby faked sadness. "Are you breaking up with me?"

"Oh so this is a joke for you is it?"

"Nope," Ruby made her way past Sam, heading towards the hotel door. "Just some civil conversation."

"And where do you think you're going?" Sam cut her off in front of the door.

"Inside. You going to stop me?" Ruby pushed him back with that superhuman strength that demons possessed. "I thought not."

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The door opened again, and the woman that John had seen earlier entered the room. She carried herself with a confident air, almost to confident.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" Dean obviously didn't like this girl.

The woman and Dean looked at each other with shared contempt. "Good to see you missed me."

Sam hurried into the room, assessing the situation. "Ruby what are" –

"Save it." She ignored Sam, and then turned her head slowly to look at John. "John Winchester himself. I should mark this date on my calendar."

John wasn't sure if she was mocking him or not. "In the flesh. And you are Ruby, I take it?"

"Right you are." Ruby looked to Sam. "You already told him about me?"

Sam huffed. "You assume it was me."

John scowled. "Are you two…?"

"No, our relationship is merely physical." Ruby put an arm around Sam.

"Hilarious." Sam sighed sarcastically, shrugged off Ruby's arm, and pushing her away. "Get off me."

"So… Ruby." John cleared his throat. "What do you want?"
"When Bobby asked me that, I think I said 'peace on earth'. Good enough answer?"

John, if anything, admired her bravado. "No."

"Now I see why you boys are so stubborn." Ruby glared at Dean, then turned back to John. "No offense."

"None taken. But you didn't answer my question."

Ruby ignored John, and paced the room a little bit. "You've got to love family reunions. Especially resurrections. You Winchesters just never die." She looked straight at Dean. "Almost like cockroaches. Kill them and they just pop right back up out of the gutter."

Dean took a step towards Ruby, but Sam held out a hand to stop him. "Okay Ruby, you've had your fun." Sam glared down at her. "Now go home."

"I still need one more thing," She turned to look at Sam. "I want my knife."

John had no clue what Ruby was talking about, but he saw that Sam was taken aback. "Excuse me?"

"I said," Ruby's voice was edgy. "I want my knife."

"Why he hell would we give you our only demon killing machine?" Dean scoffed, looking Ruby over.

"You already have one." Ruby gave Sam the once-over, and John wondered what she was talking about.

"You're not getting the knife." Sam's voice was calm, unlike Dean's, but it was clear he wasn't playing games. "End of story."

"Why you ungrateful son of a" –

"I said end of story." Sam didn't let her finish, but opened the door to signal her exit. "Now, if you will excuse me, we have better things to talk about than your sick revenge."

Ruby glared at Sam for a moment, then took a swing and hit Sam as hard as she could. John was amazed. That girl had quite an arm… almost too good.

Sam wiped a bit of blood away from his mouth and scowled down at his attacker. "The only reason you aren't dead right now is that I pity the poor woman you're possessing."

That is the good demon? Are you kidding me!?

Ruby took a few steps towards the door, then sighed and turned around slowly. "At least you'll have that little twig of a knife next time Lilith decides she wants your head on a pike."

"Or maybe I'll just use it on you."

"You said that about the colt too. The gun I fixed for you. And now my knife. Tisk Tisk… And you think I'm the untrustworthy one? Too bad you don't have the guts." She looked to John, who replied the look with both confusion and dislike. "It was a pleasure meeting you John." Her voice was lathered with dishonesty. "It's a good thing that your sons have someone to watch their back again." She tossed Sam a threatening glare. "They were stepping out of line." With that little speech, Ruby walked out, and Dean slammed the door behind her.

What the… John looked from one son to the other; unsure of what had just occurred. Looks like I missed more than I thought.