This story is written by Alterra and myself as a part of our alternate re-telling of Supernatural. (Episode 2 from the Fictional Second Season of Supernatural. Originally posted on The Faery Court.)

He felt a sudden convulsion in Dean's body, then another as he fought to draw air. Tears welling in his eyes as Dean's own fluttered under lucid lids. He was about to give him another breath for good measure when fingers clutched his neck.

"Dont...you ...dare ..kiss.. me…" Rasped the man in his arms.

Sam's eyes went wide with happy surprise. "Dean! You're OK ..or will be… "

Dean gave him a half ass smile and coughed dryly. "I'll be fine" He mumbled. The memory of what she represented herself in Sam's form un-nerving for him. They just stayed there for some time, relearning to breath, be normal, to see things as they truly were.

"Damn… She was good", Dean finally voiced more firmly. Sitting up slowly he felt as if a truck had run over him...twice.

"Yes she was" Sam agreed as they contemplated this one.

"Bitch" they said in unison, then laughing gruffly. Dean's eyes going over Sam's slender form.

"What about the ghost?" Dean asked, wondering if the job was yet finished.

"Oh I don't think we have to worry about her", Sam smiled wisely. "She won't be around anymore now that her jobs done."

Dean nodded thoughtfully not sure exactly what Sam meant but believed him. Rubbing a dirty hand over his spiked hair. Noticing Sam was… well completely naked. "Why are you naked Sam?" he asked, a strange tone in his voice.

Sam could only laugh before answering, he was so happy his brother lived. "Look who's talking, and that makes two of the undead you stuck your tongue in… Not to mention something else!" He rolled away from the wild thrust of Dean's arm, trying to whack him one.

~*~

The forensics team swarmed over the site. Dean figured the entire counties police force was at the old debilitated house trying to figure out whose body belonged to what family. The town near hysterical for what it literally awakened to.

He gave the funeral procession filled graveyard a passing glance over dark rimmed glasses as they pulled out of another town. Another supernatural reality… solved.

Sam was worrying the dirt blackened cast on his arm with a small hack saw as Dean manuvered the finely tuned car along the highway.

"That's not supposed to come off for three more weeks, Sammy." His voice held genuine concern for his brothers determination to be rid of the smelly thing. "I was kidding about it stinking, OK?" he added nicely.

Sam gave him a hard sidelong glance and kept hacking away.

"Ok, so it stinks but you need to let the arm heal more", Dean persisted.

"Sure, Dean like you let your ribs heal", Sam tossed back heatedly. He broke through the heavy material with a wince of pain he hoped Dean wouldn't see.

"I saw that", Dean muttered, his sunglassed eyes on the road.

Sam stuck his tongue out at him like a little kid.

"Saw that too", Dean said as his phone went off. "Bobby!" He said exuberantly. "What's up?" Silence as Dean listened and Sam massaged his scrawny looking arm. Taking a disgusted sniff of the cast he tossed it out the car window to clatter apart along the highway.

"We're on it", Dean said, a hard edge to his voice. He looked over at Sam rubbing his arm then quickly dropping it into his lap as Dean raised a brow.

"What's the scoop?" Sam asked to divert his brother's attention.

"Vampires" Dean responded.

"Great", Sam moaned. "Where?"

"Lupus, North Dakota. Looks like a regular trail of undead left behind by someone real sloppy in a small unoffending town."

"A nest?" Sam asked .

"Dunno , just that there's enough evidence to prove there's been more than one vampire related killing", Dean responded tiredly.

~*~

Bobby hung up the phone satisfied the boys were on the next hunt. He went over to his work table slipping on a pair of spectacles for close inspection of the magic Colt in pieces across the wooden surface. He had been over each part so carefully but there was no clue to why it shot magic bullets. He ran a rough callused finger over the pentagram carefully carved into the guns hilt.

"Because it's the bullets, not the gun", came a strong female voice behind him.

He turned flicking off his glasses as he yanked a gun from under the table were it was hidden...for special moments like these.

Aiming it at the woman standing before him he gave her a hard long once over. "How the hell do you know this?" He demanded pointing the 7mm at her chest. "And who the hell are you?" She was slender in that athletic way. Leather pants painted onto her long legs and shapely hips.

She was model beautiful and biker tough he was sure. Her leather jacket cut loose over small tight breasts. Her face a high cheeked oval. Her eyes cut jade as she looked at him as if he weren't holding a gun. She gave her head of ash blonde hair a quick shake, settling the shiny mass about her shoulders.

"Because I do" She simply stated, her eyes going embolic black.

"A demon!" Bobby hissed firing off a shot without hesitation.

She bucked slightly on the bullets impact, but looked down at the hole in her jacket. "Ouch...that hurt", she said with very little emphasis. "Now are you going to listen to me or should I just get your guts all over my nice leather?"

'What do you want?" Bobby asked not still ready to put his trust to the fact that the demon actually hadn't done anything to harm him, yet.

She smiled then, so lovely if one did not look at those black eyes. "Yea nice to meet you too Bobby, I'm Ruby by the way", she said taking a step closer. Bobby held his ground but it was hard not to move back.

She held out her hand and opened it. A small pile of bullets lay on her palm. "These are what you need to make that gun work, Bobby."

He stared at the gleaming metal pieces. "You don't honestly think I believe you...a demon." His voice calm, his stance alert.

"The storm is coming…" she said more softly. "It's time to choose sides, and I want to be on the winning team." Her eyes went back to cut jade as she waited for him to move.

He finally reached for the bullets yet she withdrew her hand just like he thought she would. "Now what?" he asked wishing he had some holy water closer by.

"Put the gun back together and give it to me so I can give it to Dean."

Bobby was already shaking his head. "You stay away from them or I swe-" His last word was choked off by her delicate hand wrapped his throat lifting his heavy frame upon his tiptoes.

"That was not a request, Bobby", she said patiently, finally letting him down as he began to turn blue. "I'll repeat this only once, I want to be on the winning team."

Bobby was utterly floored by her demeanour. Was it possible for a demon to be honest? He did as she said, deciding the gun wasn't worth it if he couldn't get it to work anyway.

He turned and held it out to her. "How do I know your not a typical lying piece of shit?" his words bold.

She smiled rather savagely as she took the gun. "You don't."

Bobby gazed around but she was gone.

The end.