Woo two chapters in one night, Go Me!

Still don't own anything you recognise. XXX

My hands grip the handlebars of my motorbike tighter 'Please don't kill me'
The person I killed last night had affected me in way which I don't know. It's never happened before. I've done it, hundreds, maybe thousands of times before.
'Please....' This time the voice sounded different, familiar.
The brake lights of Dean's 1967 Impala were the only things reminging me that I wasn't alone out here.

Dean's indicator turned on and I imediently turned off the side of the road, following the older man.
"What's up Dean?" I ask, watchng as the handsome man walked over to me. I noticed that Castiel has also climbed out of the car "Geez, were'd you come from?" This was a rhitorical question. Castiel didn't see it as one "The garrison". I rolled my eyes and took of my helmet, tiny rain drops fell onto my brown hair "Why'd we stop?"

"Sam's in Wyoming" Dean stated. I looked down in concentration, aware that the two males were staring at me "Why Wyoming?..The only thing there is...." Then it hit me, the devils gate "You have got to be kidding me"
Castiel gave me a sobere look "We need to talk" He offered. I shook my head "After we save Sam from super slut" I placed my helmet back on my head and did it up "Dean, I'm flogging it ahead of you. I can beat you there" I say, climbing back on to my bike and starting it.
I heard something coming from him along the lines of 'we'll see about that'.

Gravel flew from the side of the road as both Dean and I sped off to Wyoming. Hoping to make the two day trip in one without being fined. We left Castiel stranded on the side of the road. Oh well.

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The trip to Wyoming had been made in just under two days. We only ever stopped to get something to eat.

Pulling up in front of what looked like a run down motel, Dean climbed out of the Impala and i flew off my bike. "He in there?" I asked, my heart beating a million miles an hour.
"Yeah. And probably Ruby" Dean said, meeting me at my bike. The sound of fluttering wings made me spin around. Castiel stood there in all his glory. "Sorry for ditching you. But I'm about to do it again" I smiled at the gorgeous angel. Castiel continued to stare at me "You walk into that room, you won't like what you see" He stated.

I shook my head "Someone needs help. And I'm helping them" I growled, turning to the oldest Winchester "Ready?" I asked, pulling out my favourite knife.
Dean nodded and held up a sawed off shotgun "Whenever you are"

Moving towards the room, a groan emitted from the room. Dean stared at me for a moment "Please don't tell me he's banging her" I asked, Dean shook his head "I think he is"

I kicked open the motel door and threw my knife at the black haired woman straddling Sam's lap.
She turned around and faced me. My breathing shallowed out. "Oh it's you" She smarled, sliding off Sam's lap. I noticed Ruby's wrist was slit and Sam's mouth was red. He was drinking her blood. "You sick son of a bitch" I growled.

Ruby looked at me, reached around to her back, and pulled my knife out her back "How's Nadine been lately. Oh yeah, that's right, she carked it"
I shook my head and lunged forward, Sam stepped in front of me "Who are you?" He yelled to me.
Dean looked between us "That's Hannah. I asked her to help me find you. You're drinking Ruby's blood?!" He exclaimed. Poor guy, he's brother's turning darkside.

Sam wiped his mouth "Dean look...." but Dean wasn't having any of it, he turned on his heel and walked out. Leaving with the words "If you want Ruby so bad, stay with her"

I looked at Sam, he was visibly heartbroken. I turned to Ruby "Proud of yourself?" I asked her. Ruby shrugged "Sam's strong. He's saving people. And I'm helping him"
Shaking my head, I picked my knife off the ground "No. You don't help people. Not without getting something in return"
Ruby laughed "You should know"

I bit my bottom lip. Remembering how close we used to be. Turning on my heel, I threw down a piece of paper. "You call me if you need me Sam Winchester" And I left.