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Chapter Fourteen

Precinct 13

We sat waiting for whatever was going to happen next, Sam had taken care of the rosary and I was tending to Deans bullet injury, not that I could do much else for him without a first aid kit, but I was trying the best I could.

We weren't waiting long for something to happen, soon enough the Sheriff who had arrested us came to the cell and unlocked the door. We exchanged worried looks before backing away from him, the door opened with a squeal, they needed some oil on that desperately.

"Howdy Sheriff, what you doing?" Dean asked casually as he came and planted himself in front of me, effectively stopping me from seeing anything as he was so much taller than me. I peaked around his huge shoulder as the overweight Sheriff came walking into the cell with us. The two guns hanging off his belt not escaping my notice.

"We're leaving guys." The sheriff declared with eyes that didn't even try to hide just how scared the man was. This obviously wasn't going down the way he thought it was going to.

"You know what, we're ok here thanks, comfy even." Dean said stepping back so that I was pressed between him and the hard wall. The phrase stuck between a rock and a hard place popping into my head randomly. Wow, the Winchesters were really rubbing off on me.

"What are you doing!?" A man shouted out, I thought that it was Hendrickson but wasn't sure because I couldn't see anything thanks to Dean being my personal shield.

"I'm taking the prisoners and my men and we're getting out of here, we're not just going to sit around and wait to die!" The Sheriff said, quite reasonably I thought.

"It's safe here." Hendrickson argued back, his voice even. Was the dude insane? How was it safe here? There were already at least three men dead, and I was guessing by the end of this, there would be a hell of a lot more than that. Not what I'd call safe, and I'd called a town that was over run with supernatural creatures safe.

"There's a SWAT facility two towns over, we get there, we're safe." The Sheriff replied, a good plan.

I peered round Deans shoulder once more, my hand resting on his warm, hard back. Hendrickson was walking into the already crowded cell. "We're not going anywhere, we're gonna stay here." He announced, taking charge. Something was off though. I had no idea what, but I could tell it was.

"The hell we're not!" The Sheriff declared, at the same time that Hendrickson un-holstered his gun.

Hendrickson looked at the Sheriff before raising his gun and shooting him in the head. Right between the eyes. I gasped, unable to stop myself, horrified at what had just happened. Hendrickson had killed the Sheriff, shot him straight between the eyes. I knew shock made you do some crazy things, but this, this was too much. Too much crazy.

Dean and Sam didn't seem to share my shock though as they jumped into action the second the gun went off. They piled on Hendrickson, Dean grabbing his arms behind his back and Sam forcing him bodily towards the sink, pushing his head into the full sink as soon as Hendrickson's body was pressed against it.

As Sam dunked Hendrickson's head and started to recite the latin ritual which would expel the demon from the mans body, one of the deputy policeman came round the corner, rifle held high and aimed at us. I grabbed Hendrickson's gun from his belt and held it up in front of the men, my body being the shield this time. "Stop right there!" I yelled over the latin. The rosary beads in the sink causing the demons face to bubble and burn.

"Sam hurry it up!" Dean shouted out as the woman from earlier came round the corner as well. Thankfully this one was unarmed.

"It's too late! I already called them!" Hendrickson screamed out from behind me, sending shivers of fear down my back. I hoped to god he was all talk. With those last words the demon was exorcised from Hendrickson's body, the smoke leaving in much the same way as it had done Steven, that dude was right, this was going to be a long night.

Hendrickson slumped to the floor, Sam and Dean stood over him breathing heavily, as though they'd just ran miles.

"Is he... Dead?" The woman asked us in a small, terrified voice. She looked like she was gonna pass out on us.

I turned to face Sam and Dean, wanting the answer for that one myself. Our question though was answered by the man himself coughing and spluttering at my feet. He got up after a minute, looking confused and slightly freaked out.

Hendrickson grabbed the iron edge of the cot and pulled himself onto it, sitting with his head in his hands for a minute. "One minute I was fine and then..." He said eventually, his voice weak.

"Let us guess some black smoke forced it's way down your throat?" Sam asked, his voice free of sympathy which was a little surprising coming from the huge hunter. He was normally the most compassionate out of us all.

"I was possessed... Possessed?" The agent sounded like he was trying the word out in his mouth, seeing how it felt before he spat it out. He was having more trouble coming to terms with this shit than I had when I was seventeen, dude needed to man up I thought.

"Yeah and we owe you the biggest I told you so ever!" Dean said gently with a smile as I handed the man back his gun, wanting him to trust us. We all had a better chance of surviving this if we were on the same page.

Hendrickson took the gun and looked at it with shock still prevalent on his features. "I shot the Sheriff." He said in disbelief.

"But you didn't shoot the deputy." I joked back, apparently unable to help myself. Dean laughed out loud while Sam just rolled his eyes at me, a smirk faint on his handsome face.

Hendrickson looked from Dean, to Sam and then finally at me. "So how do we survive this thing then?" He asked us, his tone more normal now, back with us. On the same page.

~0~

Sam was spray painting devil's traps outside all of the windows and doors that I had just salted. Nothing was getting in here, that was for sure.

Dean was sat on a table looking over blueprints of the police station while the woman, who's name was Nancy patched him up with a first aid kit. I struggled to hold back a surge of jealousy as she finished and smiled at the hunter, a smile which he gently returned before pulling his t-shirt back on. Hiding away his fantastic, drool inducing body.

Dean saw me looking and I turned away as quickly as I could, but I still heard the tortured sigh that came from the man. A sigh that seemed to swamp me for a second before I caught sight of the two remaining men from the police force and the FBI, Hendrickson, who'd asked us to call him Vic, and the young looking cop whose name was Phil. Our allies.

The men were loading guns with ammo. "You know that's not going to do any good right? It's like poking an angry bear with a stick." I said nodding towards the guns as the men looked at me.

"So what do we need then Yoda?" Phil fired at me, his eyes panicked but trying to hide it with humour, seemed he'd been taking a leaf from the Winchester book. Good for him, it did make things seem a little better when you could laugh at it despite wanting to hide under the covers and close your eyes like a small child.

"Salt, lots and lots of salt, plus iron. Holy water would work too." I told them with a smile. "Don't suppose you got that?"

"Actually we do. The salt bit anyway." Phil smiled back at me in a way that had me blushing. "I can show you if you want?"

"Sure." I said following him out of the room and to a store room, that was piled high with salt. I smiled at Phil. "You expecting a shortage?" I asked as I pulled out a bag.

"It's for the roads in the winter." Phil said to me also grabbing a bag. After a minute or two he looked at me seriously. "This stuff, it's seriously messed up right? How long did it take you to learn all this?" He asked while pointing to the salt that we were heaving out. And they weren't light bags.

"I'm still learning, only been doing this for the last few weeks." I said earning myself an incredulous look from the man who couldn't have been much older than myself.

I started heaving bags into the main room that we were using as command central, Phil behind me looking awestruck.

As we entered Dean turned and looked at us with a sneer before turning back to Nancy and smiling, a hand resting on her arm as he did. "You'll be fine." He told her softly before looking back at Phil, his eyes full of dislike. "Dude, where's my car?" He asked the young police officer abruptly.

"Out back in the impound lot, why?" Phil asked.

"I got to get some stuff." Dean mumbled, shooting me a glare before leaving the room.

I turned to face Sam, wanting to know what that was all about. Man had just gone schizo on me again! Sam looked at me with sympathetic eyes before shrugging and turning back to his art work. Banksy had nothing on Sam.

I helped Phil bring all the bags into the main room as Hendrickson watched and Sam finished the final devil's trap.

"They're coming!" A desperate shout echoed around the room, announcing Deans safe return back, I breathed out a sigh of relief.

A second after the words had left the hunters mouth, something hit the building with a boom. The windows clouded with black smoke, the building shook and the emergency lights flickered, as one we backed into the center of the room, safety in numbers being my thought. My back hit someone as I watched with horror as every inch of light was blocked out by the black smoke, jolts of blue and purple swirling through it, reminding me of electricity.

I turned to see it was Dean and he tried to give me a reassuring smile, but seeing as how his eyes were as round as mine felt it did little to work.

After a minute or two the smoke abruptly left, leaving the windows free to show us a view of the parking lot out front again. A view that was much more inviting than the black smoke had been.

"Everyone ok?" Sam asked as it looked like the smoke wasn't coming back right now.

"Define ok." Vic said, his voice slightly wavering. Dean, Sam and I all shot him smiles.

"So what now then?" Nancy asked while clutching the silver cross around her neck, looking like she was holding onto it for dear life. Despite my uncharitable thoughts towards her earlier, I felt really bad for Nancy, it must suck to be caught up in this situation.

"Here." Dean said pulling a small black bag out of his huge duffel that he'd brought back from the Impala. He started passing out some small charms on long silver chains, one for each of us. His hand brushing my finger tips gently as he passed me the charm, I looked into his eyes as I took it, trying to figure out what was going on between us as we shared a long look. Dean's green eyes looked into my boring brown ones, his face confused, his breath catching in his throat as my hand rested in his.

"What about you and Sam?" Nancy interrupted our staring competition. Dean moved away from me, clearing his throat as he did. I tried desperately to shrug off the hurt that I felt, the crushing sense of disappointment.

Dean and Sam looked at each other before pulling down their tops to show us a tattoo exactly like the charms that we'd just been handed over their hearts.

"Smart." Hendrickson said looking impressed at the guys inventiveness.

"You are so taking me to get one of those tomorrow." I said to the brothers as they pulled their tops back up.

"Sure sweetheart. If we get out of this we'll take you to have a tattoo. Consider the burning pain a reward for staying alive." Dean smirked at me.

"I'll go with ya Bells." Sam muttered from next to me.

"Thanks." I smiled gratefully at the tall hunter, my head tilted up to his face. What the hell had he been fed as a boy, growth hormones?

"When did you get them?" Hendrickson asked as he put his stylish new necklace around his neck.

"Not soon enough." Sam replied darkly, a story was obviously in that, another story that I was pretty sure the brothers weren't going to share. Though they had got better at opening up and sharing with me since it'd been decided that I was going to be in this for the long haul.

"Hey that's Jenna!" Nancy declared looking out of the window, her voice holding a frown. I turned to see what she was looking at. A crowd of people, at least thirty of them were stood outside the station all of them with glowing black eyes.

"That's not Jenna anymore." Dean replied darkly as he and Sam joined us at the window.

"So that's where the demon gang went then?" I half questioned, half stated.

"Looks like." Sam said from next to me.

"So what, we've got a precinct 13 style show down going on?" I asked as I couldn't seem to look away from the group waiting for us outside. The ones that wanted to rip us limb from limb.

"Looks like sweetheart." Dean replied with a smirk to me. I smiled back at him, he frowned slightly before walking away to join Hendrickson who was putting salt bullets into the arsenal that the station had amassed over the years.

I sighed taking a seat on one of the desks that cluttered the large room. I stared out of the window and watched the unmoving group of demons that were staking us out, waiting for something. As I sat the soft tones of Deans and Vic's conversation drifted over to me. I couldn't help but overhear, well I probably could have, but I didn't want to, not when I heard my name. Anything that might give me an idea as to what was going on in Deans head though was welcome.

"Fighting demons with condiments." Vic said incredulously as he loaded another salt round into a sawn off shotgun. I wondered where he'd got that as I was pretty sure they were illegal, perhaps the evidence locker the station would have.

"Yeah well, we fight with whatever works." Dean replied helping the man.

"Demons, man this is crazy." Hendrickson said, sounding much more like the F.B.I agent from earlier.

"FYI ghosts, werewolves, vampires and ghouls are real too. Though if it makes you feel any better Bigfoot's a hoax." Dean tried to joke.

"Oddly enough it doesn't." Replied Vic. After a short while of silence Hendrickson spoke again. "What's the deal with you and Isabella?" He asked quietly.

I felt Deans gaze search me out and I carried on staring out of the window, not seeing but listening intently. "A can of worms that we haven't got space to open dude. And don't let her hear you call her Isabella, it's Bella."

"Well if it's worth anything, I think you should go for it. You find someone in your line of work that doesn't run for the hills, you hold on to it is my line of thinking." Hendrickson said softly, I saw him carrying on loading the guns avoiding Deans eye, clever man. "So she's younger than you? So what?"

"Dude, thanks and everything. But this is something I need to work out myself. Anyway I thought you were a fed not a therapist." Dean smirked at Vic.

"You ok?" Came a voice at my shoulder making me jump slightly. I turned and smiled at Sam who was looking down at me with concern.

"Of course." I replied.

"He'll come round you know." Sam said taking a seat next to me on the desk, his eyes pointing straight forward as well.

"I don't know what you mean Sammy." I said, feigning disinterest in the conversation, disinterest and boredom. Of course the opposite was true.

"Sure you don't Isabella." Sam smirked at me.

"It's Bella!" I said with a frown nudging the giant with my shoulder.

"And it's Sam." Sam laughed nudging me right back. "He will come round Bells, I know him, he's scared, but he'll realise what earlier meant soon."

"Ok, I'm really not following you now. What earlier meant?" I questioned turning my head to look at Sam for the first time since he sat next to me.

"My brother, as unselfish as he is, wouldn't just jump in front of a bullet for anyone Bells. Hell, there are times when I question if he'd do it for me." Sam chuckled.

"I'd do it for you Sammy, I love ya." I said with a smile, leaning into the giant hunter for a brief second, and I thought, skillfully changing the conversation.

"Yeah, yeah. Love you too Isabella." Sam said putting his arm around me and hugging me back, a small comfort for a moment.

"Thanks Sam. You're a good friend." I whispered to the giant as he got off the hard wooden desk and started walking away, towards Nancy who was looking seconds away from a nervous breakdown.

He turned and faced me once more, his tired eyes shining with happiness. "Right back at ya Bells."

I got up off my makeshift seat and followed my friend towards the woman who needed him much more than I did. Hopefully I could be some help to her as well.

"How you holding up Nancy?" I asked trying for the same gentle voice that Sam always managed to use in times of utter crisis. The woman just shrugged and tried to give a smile, but her eyes filled with tears. I went to give her a pep talk but was cut off mid sentence by the sound of a window breaking in one of the offices off the main hall.

Without even thinking I grabbed one of the pre-loaded guns and took of towards the intrusion at a run.

I heard three sets of heavy feet running behind me.

I burst open the office door and raised my gun, pointing it with a steady hand at a short, pretty, brunette who was seemingly stuck in the devils trap. A demon.

"How do we kill it?" Hendrickson's voice drifted over to me as my heart fluttered slightly. I was trying desperately to remember the latin for the exorcism but for the life of me couldn't.

"We don't." Sam said, and I felt a gentle stirring of the air telling me that he'd dropped his gun.

"But she's a demon." Hendrickson said, his voice hard, his gun still raised as was mine. I was right there with him.

"She's here to help us." Sam said, no hint of a joke in his voice.

I turned to look at first him and then Dean, although Dean didn't look happy with the turn of events he'd also dropped his gun. I didn't get this, why didn't they tell me we had a tame demon on our side? Did we also have a tame Angel? A tame supernatural being? Were the bad guys wanting to help us? Things like this were always easier when people were honest, that way you didn't kill or send to hell the good guys, thinking they were the bad ones.

"Is anyone gonna let me out of here?" The demon asked the room, her voice light and friendly, but sending cold chills down my spine. She sure didn't feel like a good guy.

I watched as Sam walked over and scraped away some of the paint on the devils trap so that the demon could step out. "Chivalry's not dead with you guys is it?" The demon smirked as she stepped out of the trap and left the room, Sam and Dean right behind her. I shared a confused look with Vic before we followed them as well. I vaguely heard the demons voice as we walked back towards the main room. "Does anyone have a breath mint? Some guts splattered in my mouth while I was killing my way in." My hairs stood on end as I realised that she wasn't lying. She'd killed innocent people who were possessed just to get in here. I wasn't sure about her being on our side after all.

"How many are out there Ruby?" Dean asked as we stood in the room with our arsenal, every eye was focussed on the newcomer. Sam being the only one who looked at ease with her being here.

"Thirty at least. That's just for the minute, but they all know you're here. I'd count on more joining." The demon, whose name was apparently Ruby told us.

"That's great, thirty hit men all gunning for us. Which one of them sent them?" Dean asked looking unconcerned, but the slight annoyance that his eyes held told me otherwise.

"This parties being thrown by Lillith." Ruby replied with a smirk, looking around the room as she spoke, her eyes lighting on me, Nancy, Phil and Vic. Apparently sizing up the newbies. "You managed to rescue the colt yet?" She asked the brothers, her brown eyes darting back to them. They looked shiftily at their feet. I had no clue as to what was going on anymore. What was a colt? A gun? We had plenty of them. More than we needed in fact. What we needed was to get out of here.

Ruby sighed, an extremely pissed off sigh. "Great, well I only know of one other way to get you out of here alive because of you idiots!" The demon said, her voice startlingly angry, and almost scared too. "I know a spell that will vaporise all demons within a five miles radius, me included!" Well that explained why she looked so angry at the brothers. But if she really was a trusted ally then surely the brothers wouldn't let her kill herself for us. We'd find another way right?

"Great, what do we have to do?" Dean asked, his voice happy, not affected by the fact that Ruby was going to die. I really didn't get the deal here, was Ruby on our side or not? Did we trust her or didn't we? Maybe all the bad guys could wear signs or something? That would be helpful.

"Awww... Dean you can't do anything." Ruby said looking at him with a smile that made me want to stand in front of him. It was the smile of a real predator, a smile that you'd imagine a great white shark to have. "This spell calls for someone with virtue."

"I've got virtue." Dean protested looking affronted but making me and Sam smile slightly.

"No matter what the angels did to your body Dean they couldn't have made you this kind of virtuous, no this spell calls for a virgin." Well I knew where this was going. Great.

"A virgin!? What no-ones a virgin anymore!" Dean spluttered with a small laugh.

Ruby and I exchanged a look, she knew, somehow she knew, but then her gaze slipped to Nancy as well. "You've got two here to chose from, lucky you." Ruby said with a smile as she focused back on the Winchesters.

"You're a vir.. A virg..." Dean's eyes were round as he looked at me, he seemed unable to spit the word out. I felt myself blush bright red with embarrassment as I looked right back at him, trying to maintain our eye contact.

"Yeah, I'm a virgin ok?" I said, my face feeling hot as I blushed even deeper. I couldn't look him in the eye anymore so instead I turned my gaze onto Ruby who was smirking at me. "So what I gotta do?" I asked her, my voice strong and hard. Not petrified as I would've been less than three weeks ago. It was strange how quickly you adapted to the weird when you had no other choice.

"Lay still while I cut your heart out." Ruby said bluntly while pulling out a sharp looking knife. Ok, I wasn't expecting that, it certainly kicked my heart rate up a notch or two.

"No!" Dean shouted out, his voice furious as he rushed to my side. He grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me behind him, using his own body as a shield for me yet again. "Over my dead body!"

"No worries, that's why we've got a back up. Sorry didn't mean to threaten your girlfriend Dean." Ruby sounded like she was mocking Dean, her voice held a smirk that could rival either of the Winchesters any day. If I didn't know any better I'd swear that the demon was actually enjoying this.

I moved out from behind Dean, watching as Ruby focused on Nancy, seeing how scared the other woman was, her breath coming rapidly, clutching her cross closer to her and saying what sounded like a prayer.

"I'll do it. Just don't hurt her." I said moving out of the way of Dean so that he couldn't stop me. I always knew that I'd die through something supernatural, it was just coming quicker than I imagined. And if I was doomed anyway what was the point in sacrificing someone else to give me one more day? Not when Nancy could have the rest of her life ahead of her.

"No! No-one is killing any virgins!" Dean shouted out looking amazed that this was even being considered. "Sam?" Dean looked to his brother for back-up. I was a little shocked as Sam just stood and looked blankly at Dean, then me, then Nancy. I expected him to back Dean up. "Sam, a word!" Dean barked out turning to leave the room. He stopped for a second though. "Here." Dean passed me the sawn off shotgun. "She comes near you or Nancy shoot her. And no-one kill any virgins while we're gone!" Dean said looking pointedly at Ruby before he marched from the room, Sam following him with a sigh.

I held the gun by my side, on alert, ready to shoot if the demon came any closer to me or Nancy. "So you and Dean...?" The demon addressed me with a smile. "What's he like? I've always wondered, but of course you don't know then do you?" Ruby smirked at me. "What's your name cherry pie?"

"Bella." I answered looking intently at her, wanting to know where she was going with this.

"Bella? As in Bella Swan?" Ruby said, her eyes wide as she backed a step away from me. Wow, I wished my name struck fear into the hearts of all demons like this, it would sure help us if it did.

"Yeah." I answered, raising my gun as she stepped to the side, slightly closer to Nancy. "That's close enough." I said to her, my voice a lot harder now. No way was she killing Nancy, me I could live with, or not but you get my meaning, but not the innocent girl.

Ruby looked at me, hard, for a minute, as if she was trying to decide on something. Then her hand shot out to her side, grabbed something and threw it at me. I reacted completely instinctively, I dropped my gun and went to catch whatever it was the demon was throwing at me.

I caught a stapler. I looked up confused, who threw a stapler, seriously? And when there were so many other weapons lying around the room too? When I glanced up I realised my mistake; Ruby had gone. I looked to Nancy to make sure that she was ok, the woman was fine. But her dark brown eyes were bulging out in silent warning at something behind me.

A sharp point cut into my neck, cold metal biting into my skin, the skin gave way and hot sticky liquid bled down my neck and into my chest. A small cold body pressed behind me, one hand grabbing me round the middle so that I couldn't move without the knife ripping into the delicate flesh of my neck even more.

"Sorry Bella, you seem nice and all, but I can't let you live." Ruby's voice whispered into my ear and the knife started to move across my neck, the burn intensifying.

"What about Sam and Dean!?" I gasped out, clutching at straws so that I could live. Trying not to even breath so that the cold, sharp metal wouldn't hurt even worse.

"You're right, might as well save those idiots while I'm at it." The knife was taken away from my throat, making me gasp and splutter in relief. That is until a searing pain passed through my chest. She was slowly ripping the knife into my heart. Not even having the compassion to do it quickly.

I raised my arm and elbowed her in the face with all the strength I had. The knife dug into me deeply before it was ripped away with Ruby, who stumbled backwards. Taking my chance I dropped to the floor grabbed the gun at my feet and fired. Right in the bitches own heart, making her fall to the floor with a thud. As she did I stood up as quickly as I could, feeling the sticky hot blood flow across me. "Nancy get in a devils trap now!" I barked. My theory being Ruby would be trapped if she tried to get to the other virgin. "Vic, Phil, grab a gun and guard her!"

"Bella!" I heard a distant shout as the ringing in my ears subsided, the gunshot had defeated me for a second.

I turned my head, not making the mistake of taking my gun off Ruby again this time. Dean and Sam ran into the room looking panicked. They stopped for a second looking between Ruby, who was still lying on the floor but attempting to get up, Nancy, who was cowering in the devils trap and me. I was swaying slightly on my feet, both of my wounds stinging like hell but holding the sawn off shotgun steadily at the demon. I'd been taught well.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean said, his voice furious as he came over to me. "What happened?" He asked, gently taking the gun from my hands and throwing a dark look at Sam who was stood next to Ruby, watching everything play out with a look of indecision on his face. I really hoped he worked out whether he wanted me killed so he could live sooner rather than later.

"She freaked out when I told her my name. Threw a stapler at me then tried to slit my throat." Dean wrapped two huge hands around my hips and gently lifted me onto the desk where he'd received his first aid earlier. Dried blood still staining the cheap, plastic looking wood.

"Dean, the wound in her chest's worse." Nancy said in a loud whisper from her place in the devils trap.

Deans eyes flickered to Nancy briefly before coming to rest back on me. "You wanna let me see sweetheart?" He asked me gently while looking at the blood spreading across my black tank top.

"I'll be fine." I muttered feeling a little bit stupid that I'd been caught out and almost killed. Especially when the brothers had gone to so much trouble to make sure that nothing like this could happen.

"Yeah, I'll be the judge of that, now show me." Deans voice was a little harder this time. Insistent.

"Just go Ruby!" Sam barked out in an angry shout. I turned to look at the demon and the hunter.

"Gladly, you're all gonna get yourselves killed over that girl. And she's gonna get you killed even if you do make it out. They're looking for her and they're gonna kill anything that gets in their way." Ruby spat out shooting daggers at me, a thick trail of blood leaking from her split lip. I had a moment of happiness as I realised I'd done that. No less than she deserved.

"Who are they?" Sam asked, his voice still angry, his arms crossed over his chest. Looked like he'd picked a side and that I wouldn't be spell food after all. I have to say that was a bit of a relief, especially now I'd got a brief taster of just how bad it'd hurt.

"Everything, everything dark and evil, everything that's been created by Eve. They want her. And Eve, she's close to rising, it's just a matter of time. So they're looking harder. They know she's here. They'll be coming. Vampires, werewolves, shapeshifiters, ghouls. Everything you've ever faced and had nightmares about and the worse one's that you haven't." Ruby spat out, her voice still hard but with a tone of worry as well. "And they'll kill you all for her. So I'm gone. I'm not sticking around for that, you're on your own now boys. I hope she's worth it Dean." With that the demon left the room, hopefully leaving the way she came in. Sam followed her wearily, picking up the discarded shotgun as he did.

I looked back at Dean my heart hammering slightly in my chest, making the blood leave my sore wounds a little faster. "Dean if she's right you're going to have to kill me." I whispered as he pulled out an ace bandage and some antiseptic wipes from the first aid box.

"Vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters? How will we ever cope? Oh wait I forgot we're hunters!" Dean said sarcastically. "The bitch wants you dead B, don't listen to everything she said. And if they do come, we'll deal, just like we're doing now. Anyway, I've told you, we like ya, we aren't gonna gank ya just because some demons told us too." Dean looked into my eyes as he said that, honesty and determination set deep in them, he wasn't going to change his mind. "Now show me you're chest!" Dean demanded with a raise of his eyebrows and a smirk.

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