The Girl

Warnings: Swearing

Night had become the time where I was more alive. I was like the bats that flew from the caves into the night. Except, I could never fly since I do not have wings. If humans had wings life would be much more difficult. I always wanted to be more alive during this time, and I did things that I would not do during the day. Many things like sneaking out past Bobby's set curfew, or eating the cookie dough in the fridge.

I had not been back out to the field where I felt a calling. A calling to someone or something. There was something out there that I had left, but I could not get to it. Something was out there waiting for me, but I had no idea what it was. I needed to discover it, but I wanted someone to go with me. Perhaps Sam or Bobby would go with me out to the field.

My injuries from the fall were surprisingly small. I swore they were worse than they were. Bobby said all I did was sprain my arm. I have had issues lifting things as well as putting pressure on it. Nothing else was broken. Both he and Sam told me they thought I had broken everybody in my body. Luckily I came out of it with barely anything. The only major damage they could see was the possible memory loss.

"Goodnight, Phoebe."

"Goodnight, Sam. Where are you off too?"

"I am going to run an errand. I'll be back," Sam smiled before shutting my door.

I had spent over a week with Sam and Bobby. Going to run an errand. Who does he think he is to lie to me? Going to run an errand my ass! I know this boy better than I know myself right now. He is sneaking out to do something. I listened to his loud footsteps walk down the stairs. He walked into the living room to grab his keys before walking to the front door. I heard him shut the front door and exit the house. Quickly I walked to the closest to pick up my black coat which Bobby bought me. I slipped on my black flats. I crept down the stairs whiter than I had in the past. The stairs did not creak on but as I glided down them ever so elegantly. My feet made quick work to get outside the house. I hid on the porch to see Sam wall into the garage. I watched as he leaned over to the mini fridge. He looked back to the car—which is a sleek black 1967 Chevy Impala—before looking back at the mini fridge. Here was my chance. I made a quick a swift sprint to the side of the car. I slowly opened the back door without it creaking. I climbed in slowly so that the car did not hustle. I shut the door slowly and laid flat on the car's floor.

I heard Sam's feet crunch loudly on the gravel outside before he opened the driver's door with a loud creak. He climbed into the car making it move with the weight of his body. Sam sighed as he put the keys in the ignition. The car roared to life, and Sam smiled audibly. He put the car into drive and pushed the gas. The car rolled along the road smoothly with the sound of her humming engine. We drove for what seemed like forever. I looked up to the see the street lamps outside the car until there were none. We had turned onto a dirt road that was not lit. I could hear Sam's thoughts almost screaming. He was thinking about what was going to happen. I had never been able to hear his thoughts before.

Come on Ruby, where are you?

Who the hell was Ruby? Why was he meeting her out here in the middle of nowhere? Wait? Was she a prostitute? Were they going to have sex in the back of the car where I was? What have I gotten myself into? Just imagine the surprise on the both of their faces! Sam put the Impala into park making the car justle. He slowly pulled the keys out of the ignition. The engine slowly settled down. There was now the overwhelming sound of the breeze, crickets, and Sam's loud breaths. It was maybe about ten minutes before this unsettling symphony was interrupted by distant footsteps of who I assumed to be Ruby. Sam opened the car door and shut it behind him.

"Sam," a woman called out.

Sam called back, "Ruby."

There was an unseen tension between them. I could feel it from where I was on the floor. The air became colder than it was before. She was definitely not a prostitute like I believed her to be. Perhaps a different kind of prostitute, but she was not one for sex.

"I have some good news and bad news," Ruby states breaking the silence.

Sam groaned at that phrase, "Which do I want to hear first?"

Ruby sighed, "You pick."

A brief pause let the bugs with tiny violins and violas pick up their unfinished symphony once more. It was truly beautiful and breathtaking. Crickets legs were truthfully that of a violin string and a bow. Such perfection handcrafted by God.

"Bad news," Sam picked.

"I asked around. No one is going to make a deal for you to save Dean." She paused for a brief moment to catch her breath. "He is permanently stuck in Hell."

I felt a heat grow in the air. Am angered heat that I knew spread from Sam. I know how much he wanted to save Dean from Hell. The whole Hell, monsters, and demons thing were becoming a norm to me. I had never seen any of them, but I listened to Sam and Bobby enough. Bobby taught me that salt works on most things. Silver can cut some beast, and it is useless on others.

"There has got to be a way," Sam groaned."

"No, there is not an easy way. You could sell your soul over and over again. Make yourself a slave to a demon and you still would not get Dean back," Ruby explained.

"Someone else is here."

"No one is with me," Sam stated.

Ruby growled, "Sam someone is here."

Sam opened the car door. I smiled up at him from the car's floor. He looked different from down here. He did, however, still look like a giant. Sam would always look like a giant from no matter what angle a person was at.

I joked, "Have you always been this tall?"

Sam rolled his eyes, "Phoebe gets out."

I rolled over so my hands were flat on the floor. I pushed myself up and climbed out of the car clumsily. I smoothed out the front of my long coat. I was covered in dirt, but it did not really bother me.

I screamed as I looked up. Ruby was terrifying to look at. Her face was distorted in such a way. I could see her skull of grey bone. It was like smoke with black glowing eyes. The heart of the girl was a fiery orb. Her skin was transparent grey where you could see the bones of her darken form. She had no soul, but what was left of it was destroyed.

I looked to Sam and back at Ruby, "What is she?"

The girl flashed her black eyes at me, "A demon. Who is she?"

Sam sighed as if I was an embarrassment to him, "Phoebe was a girl we found in the field. She has no memories of anything."

"She is gifted, I can tell you that much." Ruby clicked her tongue, "She can see my demon form."

Sam did a double take, "Wait, What?"

Ruby looked at him in annoyance that she had to explain it. I was curious as to how he did not see the ugly nature of this demon.

"This is my meat suit." She motioned her hands to her body. "She can see past the meatsuit into my demon self." Ruby flicked her eyes, "It's a complex gift, but she has it."

Sam turned to me, "Did you know about that, Phoebe?"

"No," I croaked in fear. "What are you doing with a demon?"

"She is helping me try to get Dean out of Hell," Sam explained.

I rose a brow, "Sam, she has told you and so has Bobby that it is not possible."

"There has got to be away." Sam stated, "We will figure it out."

I glared at him, "We?"

"You can join Ruby and me."

"No, no! No, I will not. I shook my head, "I will not."

Sam sighed as he looked between Ruby and I. He noticed the change in tensions. I clenched my hands in fists at my side as I stood away from them. They both nodded at each other.

"Ruby, I'll call you. I am going to take her home. Let me know if you hear anything in the meantime."

Ruby winked, "Bye Sam."

Ruby backed away into the thick forest before completely disappearing from us. She was gone as fast as she came. There were no more signs of her. I wondered if she was hiding in the dark. Watching us. Perhaps she was.

"What do you think you are doing? Following me," Sam asked deeply.

"I don't know why I did." My voice shook, "I felt something."

Sam asked in an angered tone, "Like what?"

"That you were going to do something bad! Sam, you worry me."

Sam began to raise his voice, "I do not want you to worry about me!"

I shouted back with a small pain in the corner of my eye, "Well I do!"

Sam yelled, "Then stop!"

There was dead silence as the crickets stopped playing their violins. All I could hear was my heart break into a million pieces. I had never been yelled at before.

Sam's dementor changed from anger to concern. He looked me in the eyes trying to figure out my ever changing emotions.

This was a new emotion that I felt, and I had no idea how to describe it. My voice was broken like a vase. Unable to hold my words. My hands were shaking like ripples of strong force was moving them. They had gained a mind of their own. I sniffle as I looked down at my shaking hands. What was this emotion? Why did I feel it? My chest was aching as a hole like feeling began to suffocate me. I was now colder than before. I pulled my coat to my body, but that did nothing. Water slowly poured from my eyes. Tears. I was upset or sad. This was not a pleasant emotion to have.

Sam sighed, "Phoebe I did not mean it like that."

Sam reaches out his giant calloused left hand to touch my right shoulder. I jumped backward in fear. I looked up to him in his fudge colored eyes with tears in mine.

I cried, "Do not touch me!"

I turned away from him to start walking away. I felt the compulsion to run away from him. It felt like the right thing to do. I was not his burden to have. I was a girl who he found and rescued from a field. I was only going to slow him down from finding his brother.

"Where are you going?"

"I do not know."

I took off my coat and threw it at him. I looked into his chocolate eyes before I took off into the woods. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. My heart began to race as I ran. I did not fight back the tears anymore. I let the flow like a river.

"Phoebe!"