A/N: Sorry it's been so long with the update, writer's block is a bitch

Chapter Eight

"I thought I told you I wasn't interested," Sam said to Ruby as she approached him for the second time in as many days. Sam had stepped outside for a moment to get some fresh air when she had appeared; as if from nowhere. He really didn't have the patience to deal with her tonight.

"And I told you that you would come around to my way of thinking eventually. I'm just hanging around to speed up the process," Ruby smiled and took a step closer to Sam, her arms crossed around her chest. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "You know you want to."

"I really don't," Sam pushed her away and turned to make his way back into the motel room but Ruby grabbed hold of his arm and stopped him. "Get off me," he demanded in a tone of voice that suggested he really wasn't kidding.

"I will when you agree to listen what I have to say."

"Say your piece and then leave," Sam growled; keeping his distance from her.

"If you allow yourself to let go and embrace these powers then you could get your revenge in half the time it would if you were to track those demons down yourself."

"Didn't you tell me that before? You're saying nothing new."

"Well it's true and you should listen to me. You could be so powerful; you could wipe all of these demons out with a word if you just gave in," Ruby said as she attempted to seduce him with the promise of power. "I could show you."

Sam thought about Ruby's offer for a moment. He had to admit; it was a rather tempting offer. He did really want to hunt these sons of bitches down; he wanted to cause them so much pain, he wanted to inflict the same pain they had caused him.

"What could you show me?" He tentatively asked; intrigued by what she had to say.

"I could show you how to hone your powers," she told him and took a step towards him. This time he didn't move away. "You have so much power in you Sam; you just gotta learn how to use it. There is so much you could do and I could show you how to do it all."

"How to do what?" Sam inwardly cringed when he heard Dean's voice permeate the air. He turned around and saw a very tired looking Dean.

Dean had barely slept since Joanne's funeral and it was beginning to show. The dark circles that had been permanently under his eyes had darkened further because he spent all his time avoiding sleep. Sleep brought the nightmares and Dean didn't want to think about Emma. Thinking about Emma made him feel guilty that he hadn't been able to protect Michelle. All this guilt and pain and fear had begun to spiral out of his control and now he was confronting his brother and some strange woman that he had never seen before.

Sam didn't reply and neither did the woman. Dean didn't trust her one bit. He'd pretty much automatically assumed this was the woman from the cemetery and the woman who Emma was warning him against from his dream. "I asked a question," he said; a little harsher than he had intended to. Sam looked at the floor; not able to meet his brother's eye.

"I don't see how this is any of your business," Ruby replied with a sharp bite to her voice. She had no time for Dean and wasn't afraid to show that.

"It's my business when it's my brother."

"Well, he's a grown up boy so you don't need to look after him."

"Who the hell are you anyway?"

"Dean, this is Ruby," Sam introduced them. "The woman I was telling you about the other night."

"The one who was in the cemetery?" Dean asked even though he already knew the answer to the question.

"Yeah."

"So what's she doing here?"

"She just wanted to talk."

"About you getting revenge on those demons," he didn't even bother to phrase that as a question. He didn't even try to hide the disgust in his voice.

"Don't make it sound like it's a bad thing," Sam protested. "She just wants to help."

"By help do you mean be a pain and end up with both of us dead?"

"This has nothing to do with you," Ruby cut in, "So why don't you just high tail it out of here and leave us to have a nice little chat?"

"How about you get the hell away from my brother and leave us alone."

"Dean, don't do this. She's just trying to help."

"Well, I don't trust her."

"That's funny because I don't trust you either," Ruby almost yelled back at Dean. She turned to Sam, "Come and find me when puppy's on a leash," she told him before she walked away.

"How could you act like that?" Sam asked Dean in complete disbelief of how his brother had just been acting. "I know you're having a tough time of it but that doesn't mean you can treat her like complete crap."

"Like I already said; I don't trust the woman. There's something about her that isn't right and I'm not gonna sit around and watch her treat you like an idiot."

"She's not gonna do that."

"She's just using you," Dean exclaimed. "She wants something and she's using you to get it."

"Why don't you trust her? She hasn't done anything to make me think that she's bad."

"She's pulling the wool over your eyes. She's trouble and I think you should stay away from her."

"I am not a child Dean," Sam exclaimed. "I don't need you telling me who I can and can't see." Sam turned away from his brother and headed back into the motel room. "Are you coming in or just gonna stand out here and sulk?"

"I'm goin' out," Dean told him and headed off in the opposite direction; leaving the Impala behind and a very bewildered brother standing in the doorway.

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Dean wanted to drink as much as he possibly could in the shortest amount of time possible. He found a quiet bar near to the motel and parked himself at the bar. He ordered glass after glass of whiskey and downed them. Things were spiralling out of control; he had no doubt about that. He had lost Emma, he had lost Michelle and now it seemed he was on the way to losing Sam as well. His plan of revenge could never end well; it would just end with him getting himself killed. Or worse. He didn't want to stand around and let that happen but he didn't know how to stop it. So he drank. And drank. Wallowing in his own misery seemed like the best option at the time.

"Hi there," he heard a voice come from behind him; a female voice. He turned slightly and even in his drunken state he could see she was good looking. "Is there any reason why you're sitting all alone and drinking?"

"I want to," he replied gruffly. He wasn't really in the mood.

"I suppose that's a good a reason as any," she smiled. "I'm Hannah."

"Dean," he told her before he turned back to his glass.

"You know whatever problems you're having you find the solution in the bottom of a whiskey glass."

"Who says I want a solution? Maybe I just want to drink to forget."

"Well what do you want to forget?" She was trying to find a way in but Dean was not making it easy for her.

"I wanna forget everything," he replied rather bluntly before taking another sip from his glass.

"I could help you forget," the woman smiled and touched Dean's hand. He didn't try to move it away.

"And how are you gonna do that?" He asked; his words slurring. He must have been drunker than he thought.

"Come with me," she said as she grasped his hand tighter; pulling him up from his seat and close to her. She stood on her tiptoes and leaned in close enough to kiss him on the lips. He didn't pull away; in fact he seemed to relish the contact with the woman.

It had felt like so long since he had been with a woman; for some reason which; at this precise moment in time, he couldn't think of the exact reason why. Maybe it had something to do with Emma breaking his heart or wanting to be a good role model for Michelle. Well; neither of them were with him now; he had failed them both so he decided to throw caution to the wind and just go home with this woman. After all, what was the worst that could happen?

She broke the kiss and led him out of the bar. He didn't even notice the man sitting in the corner watching his every move.

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Dean woke up early the next morning, long before the sun had risen and groaned loudly. Just how much did he have to drink last night? It must have been a lot to make him feel this crap. He rolled over and felt a warm body lying next to him. 'Damn it,' he cursed to himself. He'd only gone out to have a few drinks and wallow in self pity; how had he ended up in some stranger's bed? He turned around to face the woman; who was thankfully still fast asleep. Wanting to make a quick and exit as possible he silently slipped out of the bed and felt around for his clothes.

He looked back at the woman before he left. He hadn't even found out her name before he had gone home with her. He felt a pang of guilt as he thought that which was weird. He'd never felt guilty about sex before. He also had to fight the strange urge to wake the sleeping woman and ask her name but decided to leave before he broke and actually did that. He hurried out of the house and was rather glad he had decided to leave the Impala back at the motel last night.

The cold early morning air was rather refreshing and managed to wash most of the crippling hangover away before he returned to the motel. He quietly opened the door and hoped that Sam was asleep. It was still early after all.

Sam wasn't asleep. Sam was sitting at the table looking less than happy with his older brother. Sam looked like he was ready to kill Dean.

"Where've you been?" He asked; his voice low and pinched; he was going to blow any second now.

"Out," Dean replied. "It's not a crime is it?"

"It should be the way you acted last night."

"I don't see anything wrong with the way I acted," the calm sound of Sam's voice unnerved Dean. He'd rather just have him yell; at least then he would know how to react.

"She was only trying to help."

"And yet I still don't believe that for one second. I don't trust her."

"Why don't you trust her?"

Dean stopped when Sam asked him that. He knew very well it was because of the dream where Emma had warned him that Sam would end up either evil or dead. He just wasn't sure if he should tell Sam that.

"Well, are you going to answer me?" Sam demanded.

"I just don't trust her," Dean settled with; choosing not to tell Sam.

"That really isn't a good enough answer."

"So you're just gonna listen to a woman who turned up on the day your fiancé was buried; to tell you that she can show you how to get revenge. Revenge, I might add, that will almost certainly get you killed. So excuse me while I stand here and choose not to believe what this stranger has to say."

"I can't believe you're acting like this," Sam exclaimed. "She hasn't done anything wrong."

"She hasn't done anything right either," Dean replied as he turned and headed back to the door.

"Where are you going now?" Sam asked him.

"I'm going for coffee," Dean told him but he didn't turn back as he closed the door behind him.

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Dean noticed the man as soon as he stepped outside the room. He was standing across the road; staring intently at Dean, his body illuminated by the slowly rising sun. Feeling more than a little creeped out; Dean swallowed hard and headed over to him.

"Why are you staring at me?" He asked. The man slowly turned his head and stared Dean in the eyes. He didn't speak. Dean's heart leapt into his mouth as he realised something. The other part of his dream about Emma.

Look for the sunrise.

This guy could help him find his daughter.


Ooh, who is this mystery man? Tune in next time to find out.