Sam sat on the end of the bed in the Tumbleweed Inn, his hands clasped together between his knees and his elbows leaned against his thighs. He could not believe this was happening. His wife did not trust him, wasn't going to stand by him unless he had his soul. He was the same person... he was still Sam. He knew he should be angry with her, but he honestly didn't feel much. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed. It was only a matter of time before Dean and the others found him, that is if they wanted to find him. He didn't care anymore. All he cared about was figuring out what had happened to him and how to get back his soul.

There were a few loud knocks on the door followed by a female's voice. "Hey, Sam, open up."

Sam furrowed his brows and stood up, walking over toward the door. He looked through the peep hole in the door then slowly opened it, leaving the chain lock in the little track. "Do I know you?"

"No, but I know you, and I can help you with your little soul problem," The woman responded. "So you gonna let me in or not?"

Sam shut the door, pulled the chain free and tugged the door open again. Taking a step backwards, he gestured the woman in. "Since you already know my name, don't you think it's only fair that you give me yours?"

The woman smirked a little. She had long blonde hair that rested on her shoulders, and she wore tight dark jeans and a jacket over a t-shirt. She walked past him and leaning against the edge of the table by the window. "They call me Ruby."

Sam arched a brow, his eyes traveling up and down her. He closed the door behind her and walked toward her. "Ruby, huh... so how do you know about me?"

"How do I not? You're the talk of the town. Soulless Sammy Winchester back from the dead. Brother of Dean Winchester. I know all about you guys," She smiled. "Tell me, how is your wifey taking the fact you came back from Hell all wrong?"

"Not very well, I'm afraid. Apparently marriage vows do not include a 'through sickness and in health, with soul or without soul' clause." He said, offering her a little smirk.

"Yeah. Well, like I said before, I can help you with getting your soul back," She said, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at him.

"And just how... do you plan on doing that?" He asked, moving around the table toward her.

"By summoning the demon who brought you back in the first place. Best guess is that she's the one holding your soul," Ruby nodded. "Her name is Eris. She's been downstairs for a long time, but word is she's back, and she brought you back with her."

Sam's brows furrowed. "You expect me to believe that a demon just decided to bring me back from the dead? The angels couldn't even bring me back from where I was..."

"Demons eventually do climb out of Hell, Sam. Sometimes they bring people out with them," She shrugged.

"I'm sure that this service she did me comes at a cost." He leaned himself against the table, watching her. "What does she want with me?"

"Who knows. Whatever it is, I'm guessing it's not good," She said. "If you really want your soul back, I can get her here."

"And uh...," He moved a little closer to her. "What do I have to do in exchange for your help?" He asked, raising one brow.

Ruby smirked a little. "That's very flattering, but I don't think your wife would like it if you shacked up with a demon," Her eyes turned black for a moment and she stepped away from the table.

"She had her chance to be here, things got tough, and she turned her back on me." He said quietly, watching her go.

"If you acted like that, I don't really blame her," She said turning around to face him. "But that's not the point. I can go gather the stuff to summon her. But only if you're serious about this. I'm not exactly wanting to tango with other demons, especially not one as powerful as Eris."

"Oh, I've been nothing but good to her." He lowered his eyes and sat down on the end of the bed with a sigh, shaking his head. "I was always there for her, faithful... good father to our daughter... I dragged her all over God's green earth when she was pregnant, taking her to all of these doctors and things... I'm just... finding it a little hard to believe that at the first sign of trouble, that I'm dropped. Just like that."

The demon shook her head. "Look Sam. She's your wife, your problem. I'm not choosing sides here, and I'm definitely not your therapist."

"Go get what we need to summon this Eris," Sam said with a little smirk. "You know where to find me." Ruby smirked and nodded, turning from him and walking from the room.

Chuck Shurley sighed as he sat in front of the laptop. The building he was in was comfortable, Isaiah had seen to that, but it just was not his old place. He missed it. Everything here was pristine and clean, and all of his things were back at the old place. At least they had replaced his computer. The angels wanted him to keep writing, and even though Chuck did not like being watched at all times, Isaiah was quiet and kind. He carried himself like a king.

"Do you need anything, Chuck?"

The prophet looked up to the handsome dark haired archangel that stood wearing a button down with unclasped cuffs and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He shook his head. "No, thanks. I'm fine."

"Good, good..." The archangel smiled faintly and stepped away, leaving Chuck alone in the room.

Chuck looked at the blank page and shook his head. He wasn't in the mood to write down more about Sam and Dean. He wanted to write something fun.

He smiled a little as he began typing away.

Sam Winchester awoke and walked to the bathroom. He tried to look at himself in the mirror, but his four foot form made it difficult... even without the reflection in the mirror, he could feel the acne covering his face. He was skinny and looked like the standard boy from comics and television shows, the one who was always picked on.

His brother Dean stood at an average height. He wore vintage comic book character and Star Wars t-shirts and had comic books instead of Playboy. And he was really nice to Chuck Shurley…

Chuck Shurley was tall, muscular and lived in a massive house with a private strip club set up in the living room. There was a long catwalk that ended with a long silvery pole that ran from the ceiling to the catwalk. He had two girlfriends that adored him. One was a sweet and beautiful brunette named Ella, the other was a sexy and dangerous red head named Oshea. They entertained Chuck with strip teases, lap dances, pole dances... anything he wanted.

The angels were not cranky men, but sexy females like in the television shows and books...

Chuck read over his work and shook his head. "I really need a girlfriend." He said with a little sigh before he shut the laptop.