XxXxX Chapter Five XxXxX
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Ruby rolled her eyes as she grabbed a chair from a nearby table and flipped it around to their table before taking a seat. She folded her arms across the back as she gave her undivided attention to the Dean. "You know, coming from you, Winchester, based on your past exploits, I think I'd still have a shot with you," she smirked, lazily waving her hand out in front of her. "That is, if I lowered my standards."
"Coming from me, Ruby. You'd have to wait in line until I freaked it up with every DUDE in this diner," he said, shuddering at his own comment. He looked up at the repulsed looks coming from everyone at the table including his own brother before letting out an annoyed sigh. "That doesn't include you, Sammy. We may be from Kansas, but even I'm not that southern."
"Nope, just that gay," Sam commented back, tensing up as Dean slapped him upside the head. Tru stifled a laugh at the look Dean threw her before nudging her brother as Harrison continued to chuckle.
"Well, despite how entertaining this conversation has turned out to be, does anyone else think that Dean's repressed homosexual tendencies can wait until after we've killed Lillith?" Ruby spoke up, a sickly sweet smile stretching across her face as she leaned forward on the table.
"Ruby, why don't you do everyone here a favor and stick yourself with your own knife," Dean suggested, waving her off.
"Said the walking Puppy Chow," she answered him, her smile only growing.
"Oh man, please tell me she ended up getting hers," Dean begged Sam, hoping the previous, but actual, day had ended badly for more than just him.
"Oh dude, trust me," he answered, looking over at Tru and Harrison and hoping his expression conveyed to them that he would explain everything later. Sam looked back over at Ruby, letting out an annoyed breath at the confused look plastered on her face. "Ok, Ruby, look. I know why you probably thought you should show up today, but it really wasn't necessary."
Ruby sat up straighter, her face scrunching up at Sam's tone. That tone usually only came from one Winchester brother, and Sam definitely wasn't him. "What do you mean?"
Sam leaned over the table, his face close to Ruby's as she watched anger quickly wash into his features. "What I mean is that this is over. This whole cat and mouse game you've been playing with me is done, you got it? I'll admit when you first showed up, I was biting. But I was desperate, and you did nothing but provide me with round about answers the entire time."
"Sam…" Ruby began, her eyes wide at his tenacity.
"No, not this time, Ruby. We're done, got it?" Sam told her, leaning back in his seat.
Ruby looked around the table, her face expressing the shock she was feeling as she looked past the two new people and settled her gaze onto Dean, her eyes narrowing at the cocky smirk he was electrifying for the entire café to see. Her anger rose in spades as she swore to herself that she could hear his proud thoughts of I WON, BITCH, shouting at her from his mind.
"No, I don't got it," Ruby hissed, her eyes flashing black as she shot forward. A slow smile stretched across her face as Tru and Harrison gasped. She looked over at them, her eyebrows raised over her still black eyes before turning back to Sam and allowing her eyes to return to normal. "Look, Sam, we both want the same thing, ok? I wouldn't be here if you didn't need my help and I didn't need your help. You can save your brother, but only I can show you how."
"So, that's you, huh?" Dean spoke up, his smug smile replaced with a look of annoyed impatience. "Our slutty little Yoda."
Sam sat up straight, looking over at his brother in shock as his words triggered a memory.
"So, that's you, huh? Our slutty little yoda?" Dean asked, emerging from the shadows.
"Dean," Ruby smiled, turning around. "Charming as ever."
"Oh, I knew you'd show up. Cuz I knew Sam wouldn't listen. But, you're not gonna teach him anything, you understand me? Over my dead body."
"Hmmm…well, you're right about that," Ruby smiled.
"Sam, you alright?" Dean asked, waving his hand in front of his face.
"What'd you just remember?" Tru asked, her attention focused on Sam as he stared at her with wide eyes.
"Wait, you just remembered something? About today?" Dean asked, quieting down at the look Sam gave him.
"What do you mean remember?" Ruby asked, not missing the look Sam had just shot to Dean. "What the hell is going on that you two aren't telling me?"
"No, you're not in this anymore, Ruby. Ok? I am officially done asking," he leaned forward, his face so twisted in desperation and anger that Ruby jerked back slightly, her eyes going wide. "The scales have tipped for you and I, because I now know that I no longer need you to save my brother, got it? You are a demon, and therefore a liar. If you aren't gone in the next five seconds, I'll do to you what my father trained me to do to your kind."
"But…"
"Three seconds, sweetheart," Dean smirked, glancing at his watch.
Ruby jumped up, kicking her chair away from the table as she did. "I gave you your chance, Sam. The both of you. If you're too stupid to live, then fine. You deserve hell." She leaned down towards them, her eyes going black again. "I have to say, I wish I could be there, Dean. I wish I could smell the flesh sizzle off of your bones. I wish I could be there to hear you scream." She stood back up fully, her eyes going back to normal before turning and walking away.
"You know," Dean yelled, standing up from the booth. He waited until Ruby turned back around, one eyebrow raised to match her lazy smirk. "Ordinarily, I'd say that I wish you would shut your pie-hole, but instead I'll tell you this. If you come near me or my brother again, I'll make sure you have the seat next to me in hell."
"Try and stop me after today," Ruby shot back, rolling her eyes as she walked away. She stopped short of the door, chuckling lightly before looking back at the Winchesters. "Oh and Dean? Curious about the typical first moments of hell? Multiple hooks going through and through your body, suspending you all alone. Ponder on that when the clock strikes midnight and your last thought, aside from how badly a hellhound can hurt you, is how you wished you had let a demon help you."
"Well, who else isn't really feeling breakfast?" Dean spat out, banging his fist on the table.
"Dude, you not in the mood for breakfast?" Sam laughed, trying to break the tension.
"I know, weird right?" Dean deadpanned, tilting his head at his brother. "I'm not sure if it's the demon bitch that just graced us with her presence or the lovely image she left of me being strung up by hooks going through my body." He rolled his eyes before turning to Tru, his face slipping a little more as he saw her. "Tru?"
Hearing the worry in his brother's voice, Sam looked over at the girl sitting across from him for the first time since Ruby had revealed herself. His stomach knotted up at the sight of her slack jaw and wide eyes staring at the spot Ruby had been occupying. "She had black eyes," she murmured.
"Yeah, that just means that she's one of the 'regular' demons," Dean said, nonchalantly raising his fingers to quote his statement.
"But…she had black eyes," Tru repeated, pointing her shaking hand in the direction she was staring.
"Tru," Sam said, lowering his face to meet her eye level as she continued to stare away from him. "Tru, talk to me," he repeated, giving a grim smile as she turned in his direction. "Are you gonna be ok?"
"She was a demon?" Tru asked, ignoring the concerned tone of his voice. She turned away from the empty spot she was staring at and met his eyes, her breath catching. "Sam, she looked just like a normal person."
"That's because she was possessing a normal person," Sam explained to her, wincing as her eyes grew wider. "Ok, look. This isn't the best place for us to…" he trailed off, swearing under his breath as he reached for the cell phone vibrating in his back pocket. He looked down at the flashing screen, an annoyed sigh slipping past his lips as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Dude, it's Bobby."
"Hand it here, I'll take care of Bobby. You try to get Tru calmed down," Dean said, holding out his hand for Sam's cell phone. Sam handed it over with a grateful smile as Dean acknowledged him with a brief nod, his focus shifted on the answer button before doing a double take, his face sinking into seriousness. He watched in horrified curiosity as his brother's features twisted viciously and his head jerked around several times. His gaze darted around the café as everyone stared straight at him, their faces doing the same thing as Sam's before it stopped, the atmosphere shifting back to where it had been moments before.
"Dean?" Sam asked.
Dean blinked away the panic in his eyes as he shook his head, trying to gather his bearings before holding Sam's cell phone to his ear. "Bobby, hey, sorry about that," Dean spoke into the phone, his voice full of false mirth. "Whoa, whoa…calm down. Obviously you were calling to talk to Sammy, this is his cell phone."
Narrowing his eyes, Sam watched as his brother did the same thing he always did when something scared him, acted like the brave soldier and became overly sarcastic. Sam let out a sigh as Dean looked over at him, rolling his eyes in mock annoyance as he clapped his hand in the talking motion. Almost instantly, he sat up straighter, his eyes going wide as his skin went a few shades paler. "No sir, I didn't mean to have a tone."
Sam chuckled at the panicked look on his brother's face, knowing that wasting time worrying about what had just scared his brother wouldn't do any good, especially when it could have very well been the increasing time crunch they were in. He stood up and let Dean scoot out of the booth, watching as he power walked to the exit.
"Did anyone else catch that freak out that your brother just had?" Harrison asked, earning a tired shrug from Sam.
"Hey," Dean shouted as his brother, Tru and Harrison left the diner. All three jumped at the sudden interruption to the city noise, before turning around to see Dean's amused face. "Looks like they weren't serving decaf today."
"Dean, man, don't do that," Harrison wheezed, one hand at the center of his chest.
A lazy smile stretched across is face as he shrugged off his actions. "Bobby's meeting us at the morgue," he announced.
"He's here?" Sam asked, shock filling his voice.
"He's here and he's pissed that we left him, especially when he was planning on doing some kind of ritual to locate Lillith."
"Oh man, I completely forgot that he did a ritual to locate her," Sam said.
"Yeah, it would have been useful information for you to share with me," Dean admonished his brother. "Try having to explain to someone as sharp as Bobby that we took a guess."
"That's what you told him?" Sam asked, stopping and giving his brother a shocked look.
Dean turned around, holding his arms out in front of him. "Dude, he performed the ritual anyways, and was very curious about us just happening to be in the same city as the hell bitch that has the contract for my soul. Forgive me if I thought it would be better to wait and tell him in person that you rewound a day to save me with someone who not only does this pretty often, but has no demonic ties."
"Alright, I'm sorry," Sam said, holding up his hands in surrender. "Well, what'd he say."
Dean smirked, shaking his head as Tru and Harrison watched him as intently as his brother was. "He said that if he knew we were just gonna take off on him like a ditchable prom date, he would have removed the distributor cap from the Impala to teach us a lesson."
Sam laughed loudly, remembering that exact terminology from the same day. "Actually, that's what he ended up doing," he told him.
"He did? So, we tried to ditch him on today's original day?" Dean asked. "You know, all of a sudden I'm understanding why I died. You and me, always guns blazing, it's no wonder bad shit happens to us."
"Dean…" Sam began.
"Nah, man, don't worry about it. Let's get through all of this first," he said, holding up his hand as he resumed walking towards the morgue. He looked behind him to see Harrison, Tru and Sam right on his heels.
"So, is this Bobby guy supposed to beat us to the morgue or what?" Tru asked, waiting until the brothers were done with their conversation before jumping back in.
"There's no telling with him, he's crafty," Sam told her. "Why?"
"No reason, I guess I'm just looking forward to having someone else around to help us with this," she told them, rounding the corner to the morgue and entering the building with everyone else. "You two seem to have a lot of faith in this guy, hopefully he lives up to it."
Sam reached forward and pressed the up arrow button for the elevator, nodding his head at her as Dean smiled. "Bobby's been there for us for years. Pretty much when there's a case that has us stumped, he's our go to guy," Sam explained, as the elevator doors opened with a chime.
They all stepped onto the elevator, waiting as Tru pushed the appropriate button for the morgue's floor . "Why exactly do they play this crap in elevators?" Dean asked as the elevator lurched up. "Think about it for a second. The cables snap, you're dropping to your death and this soft rock crap is the last thing you get to hear."
"You really bring the cheer, don't you?" Harrison asked as the elevator slowed to a stop, chiming as the doors opened to their floor.
"Dude, I'm supposed to die today. If anything, I better get to hear Stairway to Heaven while I'm being ripped to shreds," Dean answered him with a matter of fact smile.
"Kind of a tease, don't you think?" Harrison asked as they walked down the narrow hallway to the morgue's double doors, pushing them open and walking inside. "I mean, here you are being dragged to hell and all you want to hear is Stairway to Heaven?"
"Harrison?!" Tru shouted, rolling her eyes at her brother's insensitivity as Dean let out a deep laugh, doubling over and holding his stomach.
"Man, I think that deserves a touche," Dean said through his laughter. He straightened up, wiping away at the tears forming at his eyes as his face scrunched up. "That did deserve a touche, right?"
"Yeah, that's right," Sam confirmed for him with a shake of his head.
"Tru, is that you?" Davis yelled, sprinting out of his office towards them. "Hey, you guys, how was breakfast? That's good, look, there's a pretty scary guy in the offices asking for you two." He said, pointing at Dean and Sam as he rushed through his sentence.
"Bobby, you here already?" Dean yelled, rolling his eyes.
"Course I am, you idgit," he answered him, walking out of the back offices. "Doesn't take a muscle car to get to a location quickly, you know."
"May not take a muscle car, but I sure look good when I get there," Dean smiled.
"Boy, I could throttle you, right now. You two disappear on me and then I discover that you've been hanging out in a morgue all morning? Is that your plan? To make the clean up easier?" Bobby hissed as he slapped Dean upside his head.
"Hey, chill out, Bobby," Dean yelled, rubbing his head.
"Why the hell should I? You two aren't equipped to handle all of this alone, Dean. For starters, how's your vision, lately?" Bobby yelled.
Dean straightened up, his eyes widening at Bobby as Sam rushed forward. "What about your vision? Dean, is something wrong?"
Dean shook his head as Bobby rolled his eyes. "I'm guessing that he didn't want you to know that he's started hallucinating," Bobby explained to Sam.
"So, is that what happened at the diner?" Harrison asked from his place on the couch.
"Who the hell are these people? Can somebody explain to me what's going on?" Bobby asked.
"Ok, ok," Sam said, coming forward. "Look, Bobby, we came here, this morning, because this day has already happened. Dean died last night and then I rewound back a day to save him. We both did," Sam said, pointing to himself and Tru.
Bobby looked back and forth between Sam and a girl that had wandered up next to Sam, his eyes narrowing in confusion. "Come again?"
Through the small windows adorning the morgue's double doors, Ruby stood on her tip toes, her eyes narrowing as she studied what was happening in the other room. She watched, her anger rising, as Sam spoke animatedly to the other people around him as the girl from the diner rubbed his arm, her face scrunched up in understanding. She watched in fascination as Bobby turned away from Sam and grabbed Dean by the arm, leading him away from everyone. Ruby fought to look away as Sam looked down dejectedly before the girl pulled him into a sudden hug, her breath catching as she watched Sam return it.
"I'll kill that skinny bitch," Ruby muttered, trying desperately to hold back from bursting through the double doors.
"Ah, now, that doesn't sound very nice," Ruby heard to her left. She spun around, her face twisted into a sneer at the smug man standing in front of her. "After all, what'd Tru ever do to you?"
"Who the hell are you?" Ruby hissed, her attention solely on him.
He smiled as he shrugged casually, his hands still in his pockets. "I'm just a friend. Actually, a friend that could use your help. You can call me Jack."
Author's Note: Another one bites the dust. Great, now I'm gonna have that song stuck in my head. Hehe. Hope everyone enjoys the direction this story is going into. I've had a blast writing this chapter, but it's also been a hassle, which is my excuse for the long time without an update. Hope the wait was worth it. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE show me some love and review. It peaks my motivation.