AN: Dean is going to meet Ruby and you can imagine how that is going to turn out. The brothers will reunite, but it does not go well. Thank you for taking this journey with me and I hope you are enjoying the ride. I do like reviews. NC

Chapter 8

Dean pulled into a convenience store across from the motel and went in to buy another burner cell. He was going to stash it in Ruby's car so he could track her. He came out and crossed the street, looking around to be sure no one was watching him. He saw a two door Mustang sitting beside the Impala and was sure it belonged to the bitch, Ruby. He watched the room as he stopped by the driver's door and popped the lock.

Once Dean had the cell stuffed under the seat, he popped the hood and relocked the door as he quietly closed it. He pulled the hood up and locked it in place so he could sabotage the engine. He had plenty of knowledge about engines to quickly take care of that. He wanted her to get out of town and break down on the side of the road. Dean planned on driving up to the rescue to help but she would not be driving away. He put the hood down and used his weight to close it as he coughed so it would not sound so loud. With his mission completed, Dean skirted around the parking lot and back across the street. He did not know how long she would be staying, but he bet not long.

Deciding to grab something to eat and an ice cold beer, Dean went back into the store and got a hotdog and beer. He headed to the car and checked to be sure the Mustang was still in the parking lot across the street. He settled into the driver's seat, grumbling about not getting to drive his Baby and the tight fit now that he had his body back.

Dean moaned with delight as he bit into the hotdog and let the flavors explode in his mouth. He took a sip of the beer and hummed as the tangy taste washed the hotdog down his throat. He planned on finding a bar with great bar food and his favorite brand of beer to enjoy himself, celebrating his new life, after dealing with the black eyed bitch and confronting his brother. He wanted to see what Sam would tell him and if he would mention Ruby and the blood. He wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt that he would do the right thing; for now, at least.

With the last of the beer and hotdog gone, Dean burped a couple of times and steered his gaze back to the motel parking lot and the car he was watching. An hour passed and there was no movement from the room. He was about ready to get out and walk around when the motel room door opened, and Ruby stepped into the doorway with Sam at her side. He leaned down and kissed her deeply before telling her something and watched her walk toward the Mustang. It grated him to no end that Sam would even think of having sex with a demon and drinking her blood. Damn! Had something changed in him making him more a monster, than human? Dean rolled the sick thoughts around in his head, hoping none of them were true for his brother's sake.

Dean sat up in the seat and started his car before pulling up the tracking program so he could track the cell in Ruby's car. He did not want to be too close so she would not make him. Dean hoped Ruby did not know what he looked like since she had mainly been topside while he had been gone. Ruby pulled from the parking lot and headed out of town and Dean waited before pulling out too. He kept several cars between them and gave her a good lead, trying to time it out in his head when the car should break down.

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Ruby had past the town limits and was going to pick up a rural road to head south. She thought about the shape Sam had been in when she saw him and smirked to herself. He was exactly where she wanted him, and it would not be much longer until Lilith's plan could fall into place. Once Sam's brother broke and tortured the first soul, the seals could be broken, and their plan could start coming to an end, freeing their master, Lucifer.

There was only the occasional car passing her now and she flipped on the radio for some music when suddenly the engine started knocking and the car began to jerk as lights flashed on the dash. She quickly pulled over onto the shoulder of the road out of the traffic and stopped. As soon as she stopped, the car died, and she sat there a moment wondering what to do. She pulled her cell out but found there was no signal and dropped it back onto the seat.

Ruby popped the latch for the hood and got out to move to the front of the car. She pulled on the hood and leaned down to look for the release latch so she could open it. Once she had the arm in place, Ruby stood there looking at the engine with no idea what might be wrong or where to even start looking. She swore under her breath and leaned over to get a better look. She straightened up and looked up and down the road for any signs of another vehicle heading her way. She kicked at the dirt in frustration and wondered how long it take her to walk the twenty miles back to a gas station to get help.

A noise got her attention as she moved to look back down the road in the direction she had come. A car was coming her way, so she moved beside the car and waved her arm to get the driver's attention. The car slowed and pulled in behind her and stopped. She was surprised when a tall, hunk of a man got out and smiled at her.

"Looks like you've got car problems ma'am. I'm pretty good with engines if you want me to check it out?" Dean asked trying not to show the disgust and anger that was brewing inside of him. The knife was in the waist of his jeans within easy access as he walked toward the demon. He was a little surprised that he could see her true face and she was one ugly sonovabitch. He wished he had time to make her suffer like she was making Sam suffer, but he could not linger here. He needed to get to Sam.

"Thanks for stopping. I don't know what happened, it just made a funny noise and started jerking and died," Ruby told him plastering on her best smile. Now this was one guy she would not mind shagging. At least he would not be as needy and clingy as the younger Winchester was.

"Let me take a look." Dean moved to the front of the Mustang and leaned over to look at the engine. He could feel Ruby sidling up to him and leaning in close to watch. He made a big deal of checking hoses and pulling on wires before speaking again. "I think I found a loose wire here. Shouldn't be too hard to fix."

"I don't know how I can repa…" Ruby started in a sultry voice when suddenly she felt a pain in her chest. She looked down and saw a knife that Dean had stabbed her with and watched in disbelief as he twisted the blade and pulled it out. She could not comprehend what was happening to her as fire raced through her veins and streaks of red and black ran up and down her body before her blackened soul was destroyed and the body she was possessing crumbled to the ground.

"That was for my little brother bitch!" Dean spat out with the rage he was feeling, his eyes turning dark. He looked at the knife and down at her body arching his eyebrows with interest. She had not smoked out of her body and if he was not mistaken, she had been killed, like actually killed. He reached down and wiped the blade off on her clothes before sheathing it.

Dean reached down and picked up the body so he could position her in the driver's seat. He closed the hood of the car and reached in to put the car in neutral and turned the steering wheel, so it was pointing toward a steep drop off that was off the right. Dean reached under the seat and felt around for the burner cell and dropped it into his pocket. He did not want to leave any incriminating evidence around if the car was found. He got into his car and eased it forward until the car's front bumper touched the Mustang's back one. He gave his car a little more gas to move the Mustang toward the ravine.

The front wheels of the Mustang started to spin slowly in the open air as the dirt underneath them gave way. With one final push, the Mustang went over the rim and plunged downward, rolling a couple of times before coming to rest in the trees and brush below.

Dean stopped and got out to look over the edge, satisfied that car would not be found for a while.

"Good riddance," Dean mumbled brushing his hands together before turning and going back to the car. He got in and turned around to head back into town. He pulled up his tracking program to see Sam was still at the motel and hoped he stayed there until he could get back there. Dean did not know what kind of reception he was going to get but he had to control his anger and not take it out on Sam. He knew it would not do any good blowing up at him. He had to assess his state of mind and where his head was at right now.

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Dean pulled into the parking lot and around to the back to park beside his Baby. He got out and ran a hand lovingly over the top of it before looking to the door of Sam's room. He squared his shoulders and walked to the door to knock, waiting for it to be answered.

"Did you forget some…" Sam started when he opened the door and back pedaled when he saw his brother standing there. His mouth gaped open and he tried to speak but could not get any words to pass his lips. He stared wide eyed in disbelief as Dean spoke.

"Hi ya S'mmy," Dean greeted him in a neutral tone, as he took a cautious step into the room and let the door close behind him.

Sam stumbled backwards away from Dean until he was at the weapon's bag. He fumbled in the bag and came up with a knife before lunging at Dean with his arm raised to stab him.

Dean did not move and waited to see what Sam was going to do. He saw his movements and quickly grabbed Sam's arm in his steely grip holding it away from him. He pressed harder on Sam's wrist until he dropped the knife to the floor. Dean was careful with the pressure, not wanting to hurt Sam, but to get his point across, he was not letting Sam hurt him.

Sam grimaced in pain as Dean squeezed his wrist and he had to drop the knife. He did not understand how Dean was so strong now and how he got out of Hell. He cradled his wrist to his chest and rubbed it when Dean let him go. He scurried backwards toward the bed and looked to the door trying to decide if he could make it there before Dean stopped him.

"We need to talk Sammy," Dean sighed not taking his eyes off Sam's face. He could read him like a book and knew what he was going to try. "I wouldn't try it; you wouldn't make it."

"Who are you?" Sam growled out as he fisted his hands to defend himself. "You can't be Dean!"

"I'm your brother Sammy. I went to Hell for you. It wasn't easy, but with a little help, I got out," Dean shrugged. "Now why don't we sit down and get caught up?"

"First, you need to be tested," Sam stated with determination. He grabbed a vial of holy water and held it out to Dean.

Dean looked at the holy water Sam was holding out and tried to decide what to do. He was not a full fledge demon and did not know how it would affect him. He weighted his options in his mind but before he could decide anything, Sam had opened the holy water and threw it at Dean catching him on the side of his face.

Dean grunted in pain as the water splashed onto his face, but it did not burn as bad as he thought. It was more like a bad sunburn for a few moments and his skin reddened where the water touched it. He drew in some slow breaths and waited for it to pass as he looked up at Sam as his eyes darkened slightly before he got his anger under control.

Sam did not know why Dean was hesitating and took matters into his own hands by opening the vial and tossing it toward him. He frowned in confusion and disbelief as Dean's face reddened with ugly splotches but never blistered or smoked like it would do to demons.

"What are you?" Sam asked slowly. "A shifter? Are you trying to trick me?" Sam asked taking out a knife and holding it out to Dean.

Dean huffed his distaste but took the knife to cut a small place on his arm to show he was not a shifter either. Sam watched in surprise when the shallow wound healed on its own. He saw the puzzlement on Sam's face as he grew pale and seemed to waver.

"Sit down, we should talk," Dean sighed wiping his face of the water. "I am your brother Sammy, but I'm a little different now. What you could say an improved version of myself."

Sam's legs started to give out as he stumbled back to the bed and fell onto it. He sat on the edge of the bed as he tried to make sense of what Dean was telling him and what he saw. How could this be his brother and him react like that to holy water and to be able to heal? His mind was spinning out of control and the room was starting to fade in and out as he felt lightheaded and about to faint from shock.

"Don't go passing out on me Sammy," Dean insisted hurrying to the bathroom to wet a cloth and bringing it back to wipe Sam's face and put it on the back of his neck. "Lean over bro, you're going to be okay." He sat down beside him and kept a hand on his shoulder to be sure he did not faceplant on the floor. "Slow breaths, in and out."

Sam could feel the coldness on his face as he leaned forward and felt a hand on his shoulder holding him. He finally gave up on being afraid of this returned Dean because he could sense his brother in him. He closed his eyes and tried to do what Dean said and drew some shaky breaths in and let them out. This was exactly what his brother would do for him and he could not stop the tears that filled his eyes and leaked down his face. He shuttered a hitched breath as he waited for the episode to pass as Dean sat by him taking care of him like a big brother would.