"Ruby, what are you doing?" Sam shouted.
Ruby was sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor. She was holding what looked to be a steak knife in her hand. She had just dragged it along her arm. The cut was deep, diagonal, and blood was dripping from it. Ruby looked up. "Hello, Sam," she said, as calmly as if she had been ordering lunch. She raised the knife again.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Sam asked again.
Ruby shrugged. "Getting that damn poison out," she said. "There's no way I'm going to go all the way to some Billings, Montana and get sick along the way. I'll just slow you down."
"So you're what...?"
"I can draw the poison out," she told him.
"Um..."
"Just watch. Or don't," Ruby added. Sam couldn't help but watch. It was creepy the way she almost enjoyed watching the blood trickle out of the wound. She took a small silver coin out of her pocket, holding it over the cuts. She muttered several phrases, almost as if performing an exorcism. There was a flash, Sam blinked, and when he looked again at Ruby's arm. The cuts were gone, completely healed.
"If it was that easy, why didn't you do that at first?"
"I didn't have the necessary materials," Ruby said, smiling.
"And that means...?"
"Nothing you need to worry about. So are you ready?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"Okay then. Let's go."
They walked outside. Sam got in the car. Ruby turned around taking one last look at her house. She looked almost sad when she slammed the car door. "How long did you live there?" Sam asked.
"Until I died," Ruby said frankly.
"You're dad. Was he a hunter?"
"How do you know...?"
"I heard."
"Oh. Yeah, he was. "
Sam couldn't believe that she was answering all his questions. "So when..."
"Sam! Shut up, okay?" Ruby said, almost yelling. There was silence in the car. Ruby sighed. "So how long until we get there?" she asked.
It reminded him of Dean, the way she simply changed the subject. "Two days on the back roads."
Those two days passed very slowly. Ruby's usual sarcasm had disappeared. She barely spoke, staring out the window.
"Look, Ruby. I'm sorry," Sam said.
"Forget it. I doesn't matter," she said quietly.
"I think it does. Because..."
"What do you want Sam? I am right here, trying to help you get your brother back from Hell. I made a damn deal! My time on earth is basically over. And times running out. But yet you still don't trust me? Is that it?"
"Your damn right I don't trust you. You're a demon!"
"So? I'm still...here, Sam. And I'm here to get Dean back. That's the only thing I'm sticking around for."
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