Dean couldn't believe his eyes. He was seeing Ruby and Sam. And he appeared to be concerned about her. He thought that he had made it clear to Sam that the demon wasn't a friend. Dean didn't trust her, and now that he was in Hell, he could almost hear her thoughts.

"Sam, what the hell are you doing?" he asked. "I'm trying to get you out," Sam replied instantly. "So why are you sitting beside a demon?" asked Dean. "Because she can help."

"No she can't," Dean said. "Trust me. I can hear all her thoughts. They definitely don't mention helping you."

"Yeah, well right now she's all the help I've got?"

"What about Bobby?"

"I'm pretty sure that Bobby won't find anything different than a few months ago."

"Well, you're not going to join forces with her," Dean told Sam.

"Or what? Dean, you wouldn't let me do anything when you were alive that could have saved your life. Well, your not here to stop me now. So I'll be damned if I'm gonna let you stop me now," Sam said angrily.

"Fine. Be careful," and Dean blocked his train of thought from Sam's. He had become quite good at this lately. Next, he focused on what Ruby was thinking.

"I'm protecting him," she was saying.

"No, you're putting him in every danger possible," it was a low, dark voice. Dean almost recognized a familiar note in it, then he lost it.

"I'm helping him," Ruby replied, her voice just as dark. "You be careful. That's my son you're messing with." "Meaning?"

"If you even try to enforce the anti-Christ thing, you'll be sorry you ever learned what the word meant."

Ruby said more, but Dean was too lost in the words. He recognized the voice. It had changed, a lot. But it was still his father's. Shock drifted over him. He couldn't believe it. Was his dad down here? He had to be. So how did Dean find him? He tried to focus on his dad, but his brain became static. "I see that you are learning the ropes, Dean," someone said.

Dean opened his eyes to see the pretty woman he had talked to before standing in front of him. "Yeah, well, it's not as hard as it sounds, I've almost gotten used to the lovely orchestra sounds of, "I Want to Die but I Can't," and "My Voice is Hoarse but I Can't Stop Screaming," as the story of my life.

"That makes no sense."

"Yeah, well, I seem to have lost my sense of humor down here," Dean said. The woman stared at him blankly. Dean noticed that her face was scarred and bruised, it had not been the last time he had seen her. He found it odd that she didn't seem to be in pain. But, hell, he probably looked the same way. His regular beating sessions still took him by surprise. "Hey, maybe you could help me," Dean said.

"With what?"

"I'm looking for John Winchester. He down here?" asked Dean.

The woman took a step back. "I thought you'd ask sooner or later." She looked almost scared.

"So? Do you know him?"

"Everyone knows him. We just can't talk about him."

"Why?"

The woman raised her eyes to his. "You and he are a lot alike, Dean. You don't know when to shut up."

"Urn...okay. So why can't we talk about him?" "We are talking about him right now," she said. "So?"

She sighed. "You're father tried to get out. I don't know how, but he did. Or someone tried to get him out. I don't know. But there was a terrible fight. It was worse than anything you see down here. I don't know what happened to him. But the punishment was terrible."

"Wait? He tried to get out?" asked Dean.

The woman suddenly turned her head, starring off into the distance. "I've got to go."

"Hey, what's your name?"

"Why?" she asked.

"Because I want to know," Dean said.

"Miriam. And I don't want..." she suddenly gave a small scream and disappeared.

"Okay," Dean whispered. "That was weird." He shook his head. "So I guess I'm gonna try to find John Winchester."

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