A/N: I am so sorry, this chapter has taken me like forever to write. I just was to busy the past couple of days. Still am. Means: Chapters are coming slowly, but they are.


moonlight.

Ruby realises what just happened. What she just did. What had she done!? She was just going to hurt him. Hurt him more, than hell ever could.

Dean feels the tears running down Ruby's cheeks, he can tell the difference because the rain is icy and her tears are warm. Slowly, he pulls his lips away from hers.

"Is there something wrong?"

Ruby sobs. She sobs. In every memory he has of Ruby, she never sobs. "I'm sorry, Dean."

"What?"

She steps away from him, for her, it's easy to slip out of his grasp. "I-I can't do this!" She says, before running down the street.

She has to run, to get away from him. As fast as she can, because if she doesn't she's going to return into his arms. And if she returns to him, she's going to hurt him. She doesn't want him to get hurt. And now she knows why; because she loves him.

So now, she tries to get away from him, the quickest way possible.

"Ruby!" Dean screams after her, so loud everyone walking down the road gives him weird looks. When she doesn't react to his shouting, he follows her. He starts running just in time, before Ruby vanishes in a sideway.

"Ruby!" he yells again, still following her. He finds her in that same sideway, -- zusammen gekauert -- in a corner.

He sighs. "You call me self-destructive." Out of some protector-instinct, he takes off his jacket and wrapps it around Ruby, who is obviously freezing. He lets his body drop down next to her, onto the cold cement floor.

Her eyes fill with tears. She turns to face him. "I'll hurt you, Dean. I know I'll do."

"I don't care." Is all Dean says, before he lets his fingertips brush Ruby's cheeks. "I love you."

She turns away. "No. Don't. Just don't."

"Ruby..."

Ruby yells. "Don't." Then she gets up, wraps her arms around her waist, dropping his jacket into a dark, dirty -- Pfütze --. She wants to leave again, but that minute, she realises, she can't. She can't leave him. He's the last person that deserves to be left. Of course, she'll hurt him, but she'll hurt him more if she leaves now. So she turns around again. She sighs. She knows, she will never, ever, be able to struggle, to get rid of those feelings. Never, she had wished to be heartless and evil, like the other demons so much. She wishes, he wasn't there, glaring up at her. But, she loves him and she can't just let him sit there in the rain. She has no idea when this whole, pathetic 'demon in love' thing started. Was it this morning, or just five minutes ago? Was it after Sam's death, when she had made the spell, or had she always cared, since that day, when he pointed the colt at her for the first time? Somewhere, between the day she had told him the truth, and running through Boston.

Dean gets up. "Ruby?" He asks, carefully taking a few steps closer.

She bites her lip. "I'm sorry."

There's a loud growling from the clouds. Thunder, like they call it. Then, Ruby feels another shower of rain pouring down on her, only this time coulder, and harder. Also, now it's completly dark, the only light is the full moon shining into the dirty corner with Dean and Ruby.

"I think.." Dean starts, while looking up in the sky. "... we should.. uhm.. find something dry-" He smirks. "If that's possible, in this city."

She laughs, and she doesn't even know if it's because of his joke or because she's pretty freakin sure, she's going to have to share a motel room with Dean.

Really, half an hour later, about 9 pm, Dean is sitting on the grey, big bed of a motel room, trying to get his shirt dry.

Ruby leans in the doorway, still wet. She hasn't moved since he has unlocked the door. Water is dropping down from her hair onto the black, dusty carpet.

Dean sighs. "Ruby, come in." He nodds backwards. After she doesn't react, he adds. "Now."

She smirks, then slowly pushes herself inside.

Slightly annoyed, he turns his eyes towards her again. "You're gonna stand there the whole night aren't you?"

Ruby turns around for a few seconds, to close the door.

"Listen..." Dean tries to start a real conversation, but then stopps.

She crosses the room, sits down on the small, brown table, crosses her legs.

He starts talking again. "Have you seen my...-"

"Jacket?" She interrupts.

"Well have you?"

Ruby smirks. These days, they smirk at each other a lot, as there's not enough happiness for something more. "It's in that street."

Actually, Dean smirks now, too. "I'll get it."

"You're serious?" She frowns.

Dean nodds. "Sure."

Ruby hopps up from the table. "Then let's go, huh?"

They walk back to the damn path, where the now of coure, soaking wet piece of fabric lies.

He picks up his jacket, which now isn't even worth being called jacket.

Ruby anxiously looks up at one of the house's walls.

Before Dean can find out, why she's doing that, he already is stamped down by something that jumped at him out of some window.

Werewolf. Ruby grabs it, throws it against the walls, but those few seconds, she needs to grap her weapon, it uses, because the werewolf doesn't need any.

It now attacks her, she can feel the sharp, long teeth dig deep into her flesh, how they rip it open and the blood shoots out of the wound.

"Ruby!" She can hear Dean yell.

"You've got the knife, kill it!" She gasps, trying to push the creature away.

Like she instructed, Dean stabbs the werewolf into, hitting its ribs.

Ruby pulls herself out of its grasp, just before it drops to the floor, dead.

With puppy eyes, Dean stares at the deep, red wound on her shoulder. "It.. bit you." He states. He'd give anything to hear her say it doesn't have an effect on demons, anything.

"I know." She says, glaring at the dead body.

"You're not going... you know..?"

Again, she lets her eyes pierce through Dean. "Should be able to control it.. I mean.. if .. the werewolf's dead, you know."

Dean can't help but think about... Madison. Which makes him again think of Sam. Sam, Madison, Jess, Mom, Dad. They're all together. Dean thinks.

They have each other. He's the only one left, apart from Bobby. And her. Ruby. It's like his thoughts are stuck in circle. Everything that comes to his mind, leads back to Sam, then how Dean's alone, then how he's not, because of Ruby. Because Ruby is everything that matters now. He can do nothing but hope she'll never redject him, and that she loves him the same way. That she always will.

"Good." He finally replies. "What about your wound?" Is what he says next, then takes a few steps in her direction. She removes her dark grey leather jacket, so they both can see the torn up skin better. "Oh, great." She murmurs, when she notices the big, round hole in the leather. Dean frowns, as he 'studies' the bite. "Nasty... 'fraid we'll need a doctor."

Half puzzled, half irritated, she looks at him. "Are you freakin' serious?!"

"You want me to stitch this?"

Ruby sighs. "I'm a goddamn demon!" Now the black shoots into her eyes.

Her obsidian-colored eyes make him shiver. "Oh, so you'll heal yourself with demonic magic?"

Again, she sighs. "Alright, alright."

"Hosiptal?" Dean asks, slightly smirking.

Ruby nodds. "Hospital."

end of part seven.