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Kelly will show up again, but it'll be a few chapers until then. She probably won't be a very important character, but she'll be there. (Thank you for telling me your opinions of her, BeautifulEscapism and StyxxsOmega)

I'll be trying to find a balance on the whole Dean and emotions issue. I'll probably write him more emotional than he is in canon fairly often, but I'll try to not overdo it. Please tell me if you think I'm straying too far from canon characterisation. (Thank you for telling me your opinions on this issue, StyxxsOmega, Souless666 and kim6020)

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I'm sorry about the lack of updates lately. I probably won't be able to update as often as I did in the beginning for the next few months. I'm still writing and I'll keep updating. I just don't have much time at the moment, so it'll take a bit longer than before.

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Chapter 11

A young woman in her mid-twenties was walking down a deserted road. It was shortly before midnight, the night somewhat chilly. The woman walked slowly. She wore a warm olive-colored coat over her skinny jeans and dark red blouse-like top.

While she walked along the road, the street-lights began to flicker. Not just one, but all of them. She stopped uncertainly and stared at the defect lights. How could all of them malfunction at the same time? That wasn't normal, was it?

Then she heard rumbling in the sky to her left. She turned around and froze at what she saw. A great, black cloud flew over the sky in her direction. She could see the light blue flashes within the cloud. And every now and then, a part of it would break of as black smoke and dive toward the ground.

The woman stood transfixed as the cloud passed her overhead. One smoky black strand left it and flew straight towards her. Still, she didn't move. She was too scared. And the black thing kept on advancing on her.

Moments later, the woman was no longer in charge of her own body. The black smoky thing was. Its name was Ruby.

When Ruby escaped Hell through the Gate, she had mixed feelings about that. On the one hand, nobody liked being stuck in Hell. Being a demon only made it marginally better, unless you were obsessed with torture, like Alistair for example. But she had become acquainted with someone recently and she would have liked to get to know the person in question better. But they weren't able to accompany her on her mission. She hoped they wouldn't have changed too much when she met them again. But it was Hell, so she doubted it.

Ruby's assignment was to gather information. First in Hell, now that she had the opportunity also on Earth. But talking to her new acquaintance had made her curious about Earth. Her own recollections of before were hazy at best, and it would seem that a lot had changed since she had become a witch during the Dark Ages. And because she was curious she had to know more. It wasn't part of her mission, and neither was something else she planned on doing, but she would make it work.

Ruby looked down her borrowed body and shook her head. "That won't do. This coat is horrible.", she muttered to herself.

Several weeks after the release of hundreds of demons upon the Earth, there was suspiciously little news. Bobby had feared that the demons would start wrecking havoc as soon as they had found hosts, but so far there was only a small increase in reported demon sightings among hunters. He didn't know what to think about the situation. On the one hand he was glad that the demons had not started an open war yet. After the destruction of the Roadhouse there were too few hunters around to even hope to be able to deal with something like that. But it also made him nervous. There were only two reasons for the demons to not be doing anything obvious. Either Yellow-eyes was even higher up in the food-chain than they had anticipated and his death had thrown them all for a loop. Or they were planning something very very big and troublesome. Possibly a combination of both. And Bobby didn't like that second option one bit.

There was a lot he didn't like happening at the moment. Dean's deal for example. He didn't understand how the boy could have done something so incredibly stupid. Dean might not have his brother's memory and love for learning, but he was by no means unintelligent. He should have known better. Then again, so should have Sam, a year ago. Only Dean had so much more information about Hell. Information that had given him nightmares for months now!

"Swear, those Winchesters are gonna be the death of me.", Bobby grumbled to himself. Then he sighed. They still hadn't found anything to help Sam and he doubted they would have better luck in regards to Dean. Although it might be easier to keep a soul out of Hell than to liberate it from said place. Still, he doubted they could find a resolution to either situation in books.

He sighed again. Thinking about the boys inevitably lead to thinking about John. The man hadn't taken his son's decision well. Surprisingly enough though he didn't bury himself in hunts and alcohol. At least not yet. Instead, he had started searching for ways to help both his sons in earnest. Bobby just worried what would happen to John if they found no way to save Dean. He doubted the man could take another loss.

Dean knew none of the others were happy with his decision to make that deal. He knew his father would probably end up depressed and drunk and killed on a hunt within a short time after he died and went to Hell. He knew Bobby couldn't understand why he would make a deal after everything he had learned about Hell while searching for a way to save Sam. He knew Jo was scared and afraid and confused. He knew Ellen was horrified and sad underneath the anger she had shown when he informed her of what he had done. He knew Ash didn't understand him and was even more confused than Jo. And yet knowing all this, he still couldn't bring himself to regret what he did.

So what if his father wouldn't live long past the year he himself had gotten? It was still a year more than he, they would otherwise have had.

He didn't need Bobby and Ellen and Jo and Ash to understand why he had made that deal. They would get over their sadness.

He was reasonably sure that he would most likely have ended up in Hell sooner or later anyways. Unlike his brother, he probably actually deserved being there. Not that he would let the others hear him say that. They'd probably protest and then worry about him. Worry more than they already did, that is.

So. Ruby. She's going to be different from canon, I think. Mostly becausei don't know how to write her accurately... so please tell me what you think about her.

This chapter isn't very long and not much happens. I hope that doesn't dissapoint you too much. I'll try to get the next one up soon.

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