(Sam Winchester)
I can hear it in Dean's voice as he goes down memory lane to before I can remember anything about my life. He's crying and trying to hide it from me but I can hear now better than ever but I don't call him on it. When I was a kid I cried all the time but Dean never did. He still only cries when something really bad happens to him, or to me, or to someone he loves, even if he won't admit that he loves them, and it hurts me that he's crying over me yet again either for what's happened to my eyes or over who I've become. Either way it hurts to be the cause of still more of his pain.
When he left, Ruby said that it was good that he took off because I didn't need him. I needed to move on, to separate myself from Dean because he's afraid of my power and doesn't understand it and that he'd rather exorcise first and ask questions later. His body count is off the chart. He even killed an angel, she reminded me just before I evidently did the same thing.
The water in the tub is cold and Dean helps me up. I ask him where my clothes are and he says he's in the process of burning them as we speak and, wrapping me in one of the sleeping bags from the cots, I lie down buck naked, my skin still burning from the scrubbing with the lye soap and I cover my head and try to block out the world. The next thing I know the cabin is roasting hot and the excruciating sounds of the tow truck's ancient engine sounds in the distance as it makes it way back to wherever it is that we are.
Still wrapped in the sleeping bag I get up and take three steps and fall over something. I hear Dean drop an f-bomb outside and come running inside to help me up. "You need to call me before you take a stroll, Sammy," he tells me. I want to tell him that the only place I want to go is to the grave but I don't want to seem ungrateful or pushy because he might just get mad and change his mind about helping me die.
Dean gets me to my feet and we step out of the cabin. The truck come to a noisy stop and I hear both doors slam and Dean's hand tightens on my arm. "Do you know a girl with long dark hair and big eyebrows?" he asks and before I can stop myself I mouth Ruby's name. He says to me, "Yeah, I kinda thought so," and calls out, "Why'd you bring her, Iago?"
I can't see his face but I can hear the fear in the tow truck driver's voice when he answers, "She said she'd kill me if I didn't."
"Well, you can hit the fucking highway, Ruby you've done enough for my brother."
"Nice to see you too, Dean," she lies and I hear something, probably my duffel bag, hit the ground. "Here are Sam's things...and yours."
I hear another thump and then Dean's voice, "I appreciate the concierge service and here's your tip, bitch. Get the fuck out of here before you make me do something I'll regret."
"Like call up a hellhound?" she asks moving closer to me. I can hear her hesitating footsteps, smell her fear at Dean's threat but she continues to taunt him, "It'd be worth it to see you suffer," she sneers calling his bluff and I jump when I feel her hand touch my arm.
Dean takes a deep breath and I tell him, "Stop, don't do it," and I tell her, "You need to go Ruby, I'm finished, done."
"You don't need eyes to do what you do Sam, only your mind," she says and she has no idea how close I am to loosing it. The evil in her touch makes me dizzy and, sensing something's wrong, Dean's tell her to get away and I hear flesh on flesh as her hand rips away from my arm. No doubt Dean feels the need to take her on one more time and I hear him hit the dirt as she returns the favor.
"Stop it!" I yell and the two of them stop momentarily. Then I hear Ruby's surprised shout and I know Dean's sucker punched her. Able to control Ruby but never Dean, I shout at her to stop and she obeys and everything's quiet for the moment.
"He doesn't need you anymore, Ruby. He's got me," Dean tells her.
"For how long, numb nuts?" she asks, "Until your handler Castiel pulls your chain or you feel it's time to walk out on Sam again?"
I can't see his face but I know a crack like that would have hurt Dean and I know he'd lash out. I wait for the fighting to begin again but nothing happens so Ruby continues, "I've been with him day and night since you walked out on him," she says smugly.
Dean asks me, anger clear as a bell in voice, "You been sleeping with the bride of Skankinstein, Sammy?" he wants to know and I'm not going there and I'm not letting Dean go there, either.
"Why are you here, Ruby?" I ask her and she says to Santiago, "Tell them what's happening in Armidillo Infantes."
After a moment's hesitation the driver says, "There's been another divine visitor, an angel from above and she's looking for you."
"Me?" Dean asks and snorts.
Santiago proceeds to tell him, "Sí mi amigo, y el angel' el nombre de s es Lilith."