Can you folks guess at what might be going on with Ruthie. Is she just nuts or is it something else? Please excuse me for my slow progress as I am currently sitting Prelim exams and my laptop is playing the goat.

"Christina Mary Winchester!," my father barked cupping my jaw with one hand and titling my face so he could view my black eye, "What is that!"

I gulped and trembled under his anger "Uh…a shiner?"

My Dad shook his head in disappointment "I can see that. What have I told you about fighting. You know how I feel about that."

I hung my head in shame, there was no point in defending myself as I would only get myself into more trouble. I slumped onto the lumpy bed, making the bed springs creek. It was Ruthie's idea I told myself. It was true, she told me to approach Travis and for some reason, I did, as if there was some weird force making me do so. Man was she creepy, I was sure she was stalking me. I could still feel her presence in the room. My vision went dark as my baseball cap was pulled over my eyes, I yanked it back up to catch the culprit. It was Dean, grinning like a goofball. I scowled at him, I was in a bad mood.

"Go away!" I grumbled crawling away from him only to be pulled back by the ankle.

"What's up with you?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Nothin."

"Chris"

"I said nothin. So just leave me alone."

I slid of the bed and stormed into the bathroom. I knew I'd get a scolding later for my bad attitude. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. It was weird and I just had the urge to hit something or do something bad. I splashed cold water on my face and examined my black eye. It wasn't so bad, just a small purple bruise as if I had made a mistake with eye shadow and smudged it. Then I recoiled in sudden fright as I was staring at myself in the mirror. Only it wasn't me. It was Ruthie. She gave a menacing and disturbing titter that sent a chilling shiver down my spinal cord. I jumped again when I heard a fist banging on the bathroom door.

It was Dad "Chris move your ass. We're going out."

I gulped and gazed at my reflection again. It was normal. Ruthie was gone. It was like something in a physiological horror movie. Dad thumped on the door again.

"Yes sir," I replied with a nervous squeak "Comin."

I stared at my cheeseburger dumbly, my mind wondering. I couldn't stop thinking about Ruthie. In fact I couldn't stop seeing Ruthie. She was everywhere. I could see her. I could hear her. There was no escape. Then I knew. I was going bonkers. My gormless expression and timid behaviour was clearly pissing Dad off.

"What the hell is wrong with you?," he snapped, giving me a nudge from under the table, "Get a goddamn grip Chris."

I swallowed. I gave him my apologetic puppy dog eyes and I slouched back into the diner booth chair. My appetite was gone.

Voice whispered into my ear "Aw poor baby"

I bowed my head, Dean was shooting me the concerned big brother look. I glanced up at him briefly before I continued to stare at my balled up fists. I pinched myself harshly. I was acting like I was afraid of my own shadow. That wasn't me, nothing scared me. Apart from Ruthie. She scared the living bejesus outta me. I was glad when we went back to the motel, with the salt lines across the doors and windows, I felt safe.

"I'm calling it a night" I stated wrapping the covers of the bed around me, not caring that I was still fully dressed.

Dad frowned, throwing down the car keys "It's only six thirty."

I popped my head out from under the sheets "I know."

2 Days Later

I was going insane. Honestly. I was getting more and more freaked out as the week continued. Ruthie's behaviour was getting stranger too. She would just randomly start laughing at me in the middle of class but the weird part was that nobody seemed to notice. Everywhere I went within the school building, all eyes were on me. I'd walk into class and everybody would stop and stare. I was trying so hard to hold it together yet I could feel my sanity begin to fray at the seems. School had finished for another day, much to my relief, and I scuttled towards the Impala in the school gates, Dean was leaning casually against the hood, he noticed me and signalled me to move my ass. I turned my head to see Ruthie waving and giggling at me. I gasped and broke into a quick jog, my heart pounding. Dean frowned as I literally dived into the passenger seat, he then noticed that Ruthie was standing before him. He jumped and glanced at me and back at Ruthie. It seemed he had figured out what was causing my odd behaviour the past three days. The window was rolled down therefore I managed to catch the conversation.

"Hey, Ruthie ain't it?" he started with a growing expression that a guard dog gets when somebody pisses them off.

"Yes. What seems to be the problem?" asked Ruthie sweetly with a hard glint in her dark eyes.

"Well the problem seems to be that your giving my little sister grief. I'm telling you and I'm telling you now, you stop this or you'll have to answer to me. Got it."

Ruthie blinked, with a fake innocent expression "I don't understand."

"Oh I think you do," snarled Dean looming over her, "You've been getting her into trouble. Taunting her about our family. Following her."

Ruthie blinked again and smiled "I understand. I will no longer continue with my behaviour."

Dean nodded "Alright."

Dean turned just as Ruthie shot me a narrow eyed death glare. I gulped and slid half way down the car seat. This was not over. Things had just gotten worse. I was pissed off and I stated so when Dean climbed into the car.

"I can take care of myself!" I scowled, my arms crossed, "I ain't a baby."

"Sure you can Chrissie," said Dean starting the engine, "You getting bog washed by other kids in your grade. Oh yeah that's really taking care of yourself."

I grimaced at the incident that had only happened the previous day. There was no other way to explain why I was soaking wet. That also resulted in me receiving another lecture from Dad later on that day.

I was alone in the girl's restroom. Everything was still but I could feel the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stand on edge. I shivered violently as I could sense something was wrong. She had caught me.

"You can't out smart me Christina," echoed Ruthie's voice, she then appeared from nowhere, "Peek a boo!"

I tried to make a break for it but I was held back by two other kids. I wriggled but it was in vain. Why was she doing this? Why was she constantly inside my head and dreams? Why was I her chosen victim? I knew one thing. She was not human. Her eyes just told me that. I don't know how but they just did. Her fingers seized my chin and she glared deeply into my eyes. My eyes screwed up as pain pulsed throughout my body, my legs buckled but Ruthie's minions kept me upright. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. Yet every fibre inside me refused to let Ruthie win.

"I'm stronger than you think," I growled, my eyes burning with rage, "Bitch."

Ruthie smirked and I was suddenly dragged into an empty cubicle. Aw hell no I thought. My head was pushed into the toilet. I waited for the thunderous sound of the flush, which seemed forever. The water flew at my face. Slapping and soaking me. I gagged and spluttered. Dammit Ruthie had found my weakness. My phobia of water. How did she know? She was loving it all the same. My hair was like dripping seaweed and my red t-shirt clung onto my skin. Ruthie's minions then pulled me back out of the cubicle and shoved me against the wall. She lunged at me and before I knew it was being half strangled by a kid the same age as me. Then she changed. Well her eyes anyway. They rolled back to reveal a haunting milky white colour. My own eyes bulged, what the hell was she? The sign of a demon is black eyes. Ruthie's was white. Was she still a demon then?

She tittered and released her grip from my throat. I gasped for air and I found myself cowering before her. I must have looked pathetic. I felt pathetic.

Ruthie leaned forward with her hands on her hips "Silly Goose."

"Earth to Chris? Yo Chris you still in there?" came Dean's voice, snapping me out of my flashback.

My head jerked up as if I had woken from a bad dream. I glanced up at him from behind my baseball cap and nodded. I knew I'd be in for a talk tonight. A talk on finding out everything about the past few days. I couldn't lie. I've been told I'm a crap liar. I just hoped Dad would be involved with the talk. I can show my weak spots to Dean. I never dare to do so in front of Dad. If I was to be a good hunter, weaknesses and sensitivity would be my downfall. I didn't want that to be the case. I had to prove to Dad that I wasn't a little kid anymore. I needed his approval. I wanted to be a good and obedient soldier for him.

"Were gonna have a little talk tonight 'bot what's been going on at that school," Dean's voice continued, his eyes were on the road in front, "If there's something going on Chrissie, you have to tell us."

"Us!" I blurted out in a state of alarm, "Dad is gonna hear jack squat!"

"Why?"

"Cos. I'll let him down. It'll just be another burden."

"Chris what are you-"

"There's something wrong with Ruthie. Okay."

"What?"

"I think she's a demon."

"Serious"

"Yeah"

"How do you know. She might just be some little bitch winding you up."

"No. She's gotta be a demon."

Dean signed and pulled into the motel parking lot. Once the car stopped, he turned to face me. He didn't need to say anything. I knew for a fact that he didn't believe me. Since I could walk I've been renowned for my wild imagination. When I was around four and five years old, I claimed to be friends with an angel. There also the tale in which I claimed a cat said "hello" to me. This wasn't my imagination though. Ruthie was a demon and my own brother didn't believe me. I also didn't realise I had let my guard down and I could feel the tears forming in my eyes.

"You don't need to say it. I know what your thinking. Chrissie's on crack again. Stupid, crazy Chris!" I cried out with a broken waver in my voice before I fled from the car.

Dad wasn't in. Thank God. I swung the door open and dived inside slamming the door behind me. I was aware of Dean behind me. I didn't seem to notice or care for that matter. I collapsed onto the doughy bed sobbing. All my built up anguish erupted into a waterfall, in which the pillow bore the brunt. For once in my life I didn't feel ashamed of crying, which was weird. I was telling the truth and nobody was believing me so far. What would it take for them to believe me!

I curled myself into a tight ball and continued to cling onto the pillow as I wept. Through the fogginess of my never ending tears, I could make out Dean's figure. Man did I feel like such a baby. I could feel myself starting to hallucinate again, Ruthie was crouched down on her hunches with her chin on the covers of the bed. Her whites eyes levelled my own. She grinned sadistically and let out a cackle that burst my ear drums. I let out a shriek of despair and I was snapped back into reality by my brother who had pulled me into a protective embrace. My eyes were wild and swimming with overflowing and unshed tears.

"I'm not crazy," I howled, "You gotta believe me."

Dean just continued to rock me back and forth, his chin resting on the top on my baseball cap. My fingers curled around the folds of his shirt, my face buried into his chest. I continued to cry as I started to think about Sam. Sam would believe me, he always believed me. Still, he was gone now.

"I can't go back there. I can't" I bawled.

"Alright. Alright calm down," whispered Dean, "Dad and I will go talk to your Principle tomorrow and we'll shag ass ourselves outta this state."

"That better be a promise" I sniffed gazing up at him with tearful puppy dog eyes.

He cupped my chin and stared into my eyes "When it comes to you. I never break a promise."

The next day

The following day, Ruthie seemed to have backed off. I had a bad feeling about it. It was like she was plotting something. However I had a relatively peaceful day at school. I managed to wrangle myself a C grade on my English report. I wrote a load of fantasy crap about my family, let's face it if I wrote the truth Mrs Malone would be packing me off to visit the school physiatrist. I felt kinda safe. That is until the bell went at the end of the day. I saw Dad and Dean enter the building just at the start of my last lesson before the bell. Principle Anderson wouldn't know what hit him that is the gale force which is my father and brother. I sat on the stairs of the main entrance, waiting on them coming out. I felt relieved, I was escaping this hellhole, escaping Ruthie and her mental torture. I felt a small tap on my shoulder but what startled me more was that I was suddenly on the school roof. I heard a familiar giggle come from behind me. I spun around and was confronted with Ruthie. This was not good.

I shuffled backwards only to find myself teetering on the edge of the roof, thankfully I regained my balance. It wasn't skyscraper height but it was still high up from the ground. I looked down and swallowed nervously, I tugged at my baseball cap in an attempt for good luck. Well it was called my lucky hat.

"I feel like I should let you in on a little secret of mine Christina" taunted Ruthie stalking towards me.

"What are you?" I snarled, my hands balled into tight fists, I was ready to fight.

"Well firstly," started Ruthie, "My name is Lilith and I am your worst nightmare."

She chuckled "You have no idea what I have in store for you precious little family."

I frowned "What do you mean by that. What plans?"

Lilith smirked and grabbed a hold of my sweater "You'll see."

Suddenly I heard a voice, I glanced down with my eyes to notice Dad "Christina! What the hell are you doing up there!"

Another voice followed, it was Dean and he sounded frantic "Chrissie don't move! I'm comin' for you! Just for the love of God don't move!"

Lilith giggled nastily, glaring into my eyes "Enjoy your flight."

Then she pushed me over the edge. I let out a scream of terror as I fell like a stone. The yells of Dad and Dean echoed throughout my ears as the wind rushed pasted me. I hit the ground with a bone cracking thud. Everything went black.

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