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The mid-season finale of season 12 was just AAHHH! January 26th can't come soon enough.

Finals are finally over, thank goodness! As promised, here is the latest update. Enjoy!

Sam pulled into one of the few parking spots available outside the bar: Trotter's Bar. As Sam looked at the bar, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up on end. There were demons inside the bar, he was sure of it.

Ruby slammed the car door shut and called over the hood, "Sam! Are you coming or what?"

Sam climbed out of the car and nodded, eyes peeled for the demons. Ruby walked over to Sam and pulled his arm.

"C'mon Sam, what are you waiting for?" Ruby finally noticed Sam eyeing the mob of people. "You can't expect everyone to be a demon, Sam. Let's go talk to some people and see where the demons are hanging out."

Sam continued to scan the crowd. "The demons are in the bar right now."

Ruby's brow furrowed. "How can you tell? Do you see them?"

Sam shook his head. "No, but I feel their presence. I'm fairly certain there are only two demons, but we should still proceed with caution."

Ruby tucked her blonde hair behind her left ear and followed as Sam led the way into the bar. When she spoke, her voice was full of pride. "You must be getting stronger! Even I couldn't tell you a demon was here unless I saw them. Great work Sam."

Sam slipped into the bar unnoticed; the patrons were too busy taking shots and downing booze to even look at him. Sam slowly made his way through the sea of people, ending up at the bar. The demons were close. Too close.

Looking to his right, Sam saw a man sitting two seats down from him. Sam instinctively knew he was a demon, along with the bartender serving him. Ruby sat down on Sam's left as he eavesdropped on the pair.

"A certain bartender I know owes me a confession." The man smirked. It was then that Sam realized the man was a pastor. Why were the people not surprised to see a man of the church drinking?

"Not in this lifetime father." The bartender took a shot with the pastor. Sam would've been appalled if he didn't know they were demons. No one else seemed to care, though.

The pastor leaned forward, shaking his finger playfully at the bartender. "I better see your butt in church come Sunday."

Sam almost gagged. Ugh, they were flirting.

The bartender smiled and took another shot. The pastor winked and turned to leave the bar. Sam turned to Ruby. "Ruby, follow the pastor, trap him if you can. I'm going to talk to the bartender."

Ruby smiled playfully. "I see how it is. You just want some alone time with the brunette."

Sam felt the heat rising to his cheeks. "No... I-I didn't..."

Ruby laughed. "Have fun, prince charming!"

Sam turned back to face the bar, face a bright pink. Taking a deep breath to - hopefully - return his face to a normal color, Sam flagged down the bartender. The second she saw Sam, she went rigid with surprise. Then, a large smile lit her face.

That wasn't the effect Sam thought he'd have, especially not since the effect he had on the Seven Deadly Sins was less than pleasant.

The bartender sauntered over, hips swaying. She leaned on the bar, smiling large. "If you want a drink, I'd be happy to oblige. I make a mean hurricane." She bit her lip teasingly. "But, if you had something else in mind, Sam, I'm free around seven."

Sam sat there in shock. This was not how this conversation was supposed to go down. "Hey-"

The bartender's face fell. She was looking at the pool table in the corner. Sam turned and saw what caught her attention. A middle-aged man was walking up to the pool table.

"Hi John."

The man playing looked up. "Richie. Everything okay with you?"

Richie stared expressionlessly at John. "Oh, I'm just not feeling myself today."

Sam's stomach dropped when he saw Richie holding a gun by his side. "Shit!"

He jumped up and ran towards the pool table. Richie raised the gun and shot John point-blank in the head, then turned the gun on himself. The room erupted in screams. Sam tackled Richie before he could shoot, disarming the troubled man. Man, not demon.

He pulled the man to his feet. "What the hell, man?"

Richie looked at Sam with grief-stricken eyes. "He slept with my wife. The bastard slept with my wife!"

Sam looked up to see the bartender watching him. "Somebody called 911." He shouted to everyone in the bar. The bartender picked up the phone and called it in, eyes on Sam the whole time.

Sam stayed at the bar until the police arrived, turning down offers of beer, shots, even water. Drinks from a demon weren't drinks he should trust.

Then why did you drink from Ruby's flask?

Sam looked down at his feet, a frown tugging down the corners of his mouth. Why wasn't he more careful? Whatever was in that flask, it obviously gave him power, but that could not be a good thing. Sam was sure that Dean would rather die than have him down some vile concoction. He made a note to be more cautious around Ruby from now on.

"Ready for your mugshot?" Sam was brought out of his internal musings when a man with white hair, the sheriff, walked over.

At Sam's bewildered expression, the sheriff smiled. "Photographer will be here in a few, and take your picture for the local paper."

Sam smiled, looking back down at his shoes. "I don't need any recognition."

The sheriff clapped Sam on the shoulder. "You're a hero, son. It's the least we could do."

Sam looked at the sheriff and nodded his head. "It'd be an honor, sir."

The sheriff smiled even wider, if that were possible, and walked away. Time to go. Sam thought to himself.

Ruby was surprised to say the least when the pastor walked back to the church. A demon inside a church just seemed... weird. She walked around to the back of the church, using the back door to get into the office in the back.

She was sitting on the office chair when the pastor walked in.

"Hey padre." Ruby smiled, feet propped up on the table.

The demon's eyes flashed black. "Ruby."

Ruby's smile fell, replaced by a scowl. "What are you doing here? Last I heard of you, you were being flayed on the racks for disobedience."

The pastor gave a scowl of his own. "Azazel doesn't deserve to rule. The only thing I can commend him on is getting his precious boy king to open the gates of hell and letting me out."

Ruby walked around the desk, getting up in the pastor's face. "Sam is going to do great things for us. He's going to become so powerful you will bow down to him and beg his forgiveness for EVER mocking him. Unless you want to become puppy chow, I suggest you change your attitude."

"Oh? And what are you gonna do about it? Azazel doesn't care for you. He gave you the freaking job of babysitter! You have no real power down there, and the second your precious Sam is finished training, he'll throw you to the side. So give me your best shot."

An evil smile slowly filled Ruby's face. "Gladly."

Her eyes flashed black, and the sounds of barking and growling could be heard. The pastor took a step back, terrified.

"W-what?"

"How stupid do you think I am? I knew you couldn't be trusted, so I called up Azazel as I followed you here. He sent me a couple pets to share with you. Would you like to meet them?"

The back door to the church slammed open. In the doorway were three vicious, snarling hellhounds. They locked their eyes on the trembling pastor. At Ruby's nod, the hellhounds leapt at him, ripping his meatsuit to shreds and dragging the demon's soul back into the pit.

She looked down at the shredded remains of the pastor. "Azazel doesn't care, huh?"

Sam spent the better part of the following day researching. Elizabethville, Ohio, used to be a small town no one knew about. Not even demons bothered to make any sort of deals in the sleepy town. That is, until the devil's gate opened. Apparently a guy named Trotter, the guy who owns the bar, used to own the rotary club, but then he turned into a major asshole. He brought in the gambling and hookers, and now practically owns the town. It sounded like he was possessed by a demon.

Sam decided to pay Trotter a visit at the bar. Shutting his laptop, Sam turned to Ruby, who was sitting on the bed reading a magazine. "Hey, I'm going to do some recon down at the bar. Call if you need me."

Ruby glanced at him over her magazine, her eyebrow quirked. "Uh, huh. Couldn't get enough of that bartender?"

Sam pulled his jacket on with a huff. "Ruby, get your mind out of the gutter. I'm not going to talk to the bartender; I'm going to talk to the bar's owner. And at least I'm doing something! You haven't done anything except make fun of me this whole time."

Ruby rolled her eyes. "Liar. I followed the pastor yesterday. Per your request."

Sam threw his hands up. "Did you really? 'Cause I haven't heard shit about that from you! It's like you're keeping secrets from me, Ruby, and I don't respond well being lied to!"

Ruby set down her magazine. The explosion of anger was not unexpected. Ruby was actually surprised he lasted this long without trying to exorcise her with his powers.

She patted the bed next to her. Sam shot her his world famous bitch-face, ignoring her offer to sit down. Ruby had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. Ugh, Sam could be such a pain. Ruby stood up and walked over to Sam, craning her neck to look into his untrusting eyes.

"Sam, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret of mine: if you want to know something, you have to ask. I'm a demon, meaning I'm not the caring and sharing type. I don't write the events of the day in a diary, and I sure as hell don't give progress reports unless asked. That's how it has been while I worked with Azazel, unless I'm gloating, so excuse me for not running to your side desperate to keep you updated!"

Ruby shot Sam a glare of her own, daring him to fight her.

Too bad he actually took the challenge.

"You know what, Ruby? I don't think you realize how much I don't trust you! Like you said, you're a DEMON. I'm not going to just fall in line and believe everything you said. Hell, I didn't even do that for my own father! So, yeah, if I send you on recon, I expect at least some intel on the pastor. And, newsflash Ruby, I'm not Azazel! I don't do things the same way he does." Sam turned from her, obviously pissed. He lowered his voice, but it didn't sound any less threatening. "Listen, and listen well. The only reason I'm working to advance my powers with you is to save people. To help people. Not to get you good standings in the demon hierarchy or to lead your freaking demon army to victory. I am training by my own accord, and if you continue to try and undermine me or lie to me, you can guarantee I will go back to my brother and hunt down every last one of your kind down." He fixed her with a glare over his shoulder. "Starting with your lying ass."

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