I hope you enjoy this chapter! In case you haven't notice, the title and chapter titles are songs from Dean's favorite bands. )

Last Chapter: He felt his heart beat faster as he saw the open door that apparently led downstairs. Then he heard the screams.

Ruth tried desperately to grab the knife still hidden in her jacket but try as she might she couldn't reach it, especially not with some demon throwing punches left and right. She grunted as she attempted to twist her hands in the ropes to make their way into her jacket. It was hopeless.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed in the stairwell leading upstairs. Sam's eyes lit up in hope of seeing his brother coming to the rescue, but the demon had seen Sam's excitement and threw one last punch, knocking him out.

Dean stepped down the stairs, gun in hand, eyes darting from the demon to Sam and Ruth tied up to the poles. His usually tough hunter heart melted at the site of his little sister hurting like this. "Let. Them. Go." He said, knowing it would have no effect.

"Dean, thanks for showin'. I was beginning to worry you were goin' to leave your sister and brother for dead." The demon grinned. "You wouldn't mind if I hurt these pretty faces, would you?" He gestured towards Sam and Ruth, now unconscious, twirling a knife an inch away from Ruth's eyes. "Don't-don't touch them." Dean stuttered.

The demon walked towards Dean, seeing him begin to raise his gun. What the demon didn't see was Bobby, who had come through a door leading outside.

"DEAN! DOWN, NOW!" Bobby warned, the colt aimed at the demon's head. The shot rang out throughout the house as the demon fell at Dean's feet. Dean ran towards Ruth first, untying her as Bobby helped Sam. They all crowded around Ruth as Dean helped her to her feet.

Ruth was in bad shape. She had a broken rib, most likely a sprained wrist, and some very deep cuts, not to mention the bruises all over her body.

Dean groaned. "Ruth, I'm so sorry we didn't get here sooner." Ruth was able to walk, but she was obviously in a lot of pain.

"Uh, Dean." Sam sounded nervous. "We need to get going. Demons are going to start swarming any minute now."

Sam was right. By the time they got outside demons began to congregate in the yard. There were probably fifteen demons, which all started charging towards them. Dean momentarily let go of Ruth to attack a group of demons heading in Ruth's direction.

Sam, Dean, and Bobby were all up to their necks with demons when they heard a scream.

Ruth was on the ground, a demon taunting her with a knife. Grunting in pain, she managed to grab Ruby's knife, which had been given to her from Sam, from her boot, plunging it deep into the demon's chest.

The demon seemed to glow a fiery orange for a moment before falling on top of Ruth, causing her to cry out in pain as it landed on her broken rib.

With about a gallon of holy water, a few quick exorcisms, and ten demon traps in which the threesome dragged unconscious demons into, they were finally ready to go. Seeing how desperate Ruth needed the hospital made Sam feel even worse about how long it took to find her. The pain that demon must have put her through… Sam made her as comfortable as possible in the backseat before hopping in himself, barely closing the door before they were speeding towards the nearest hospital.

…

Sam and Dean had been in the ER waiting room for four hours after finally convincing Bobby to go home.

"That's a tough girl you got there," he said before leaving. "She'll be fine, you'll see."

Dean straightened in his seat, hopeful that the doctor coming into the room with a clipboard was here for them. Sam was not as hopeful, having been let down the first dozen times a doctor had come to call a family away.

"Family of Ruth Turner?'

Dean and Sam jumped out of their seats, hoping the doctor had good news.

The doctor seemed to look the two over, judging them. "I'm Dr. Noland. And you are Ruth's…." "Brothers," Sam filled in. "Ahhhh," The doctor nodded, looking down at his notes. "Your, uh, sister, has two broken ribs, a fractured wrist, a couple serious cuts on her face, and multiple bruises along her ribs and face. How did you say she was injured?"

"Car crash. Can we see her?" Dean asked eagerly.

The doctor nodded leading them to the children's unit, all the way to door 297. "She is in there." He motioned them in. "But I'll be back in a couple minutes. We need to talk." He said sternly.

The brothers seemed lucky to see Ruth awake. The nurse said she had been sleeping since they had arrived.

Ruth was lying in bed, watching some show on the cooking channel, obviously bored. "Are you guys coming to take me home?" She asked in a hopeful but scratchy voice. She already looked much better than when they had brought her here four hours ago.

"Sorry, kiddo, but you are in no condition to be leaving yet." Dean told her regretfully. "Ugh," she groaned, disappointed. "I'm itching to get out of this death trap."

Sam laughed. "You've only been here four hours! You obviously have the Winchester hatred for hospitals." He was glad they had been able to save her, but she was too young to being going through such a serious encounter with demons. He didn't blame her if she never wanted to hunt again. Part of him hoped that was exactly what would happen, but she had Dean's eagerness to hunt, a piece of her that would never be satisfied.

They heard a rapping on the closed hospital door. Dr. Noland entered the room, a grim look on his face. Dean stood up nervously, anticipating some bad news. "We need to talk privately, boys." The doctor ordered. They followed him to his office down the hall, where he motioned them to sit down. He had a disapproving look on his face.

"Is this about Ruth?" Sam blurted through the tense silence that filled the room. "Yes and no." The doctor replied. "Ruth is fine, if that's what you mean."

"And?" Dean said impatiently.

"And some controversy has come up about "Ruth" and her family."

"What exactly does that mean? Spit it out Doc!"

Dr. Noland sighed. "It means we're not sure that you two are her family… We took some blood samples when you first brought her in. And, uh, well, they matched with that of an allegedly kidnapped girl thirteen years ago."

"What?" Sam was shocked. "We didn't kidnap her! She's our sister!"

Dr. Noland continued. "Have you ever heard of Mercy Tanner? She was killed thirteen years ago and her baby was kidnapped, never heard of since. Well, not until now. So I did what was necessary. I called the police."

"You did what?" Dean stood up, almost knocking his chair over.

Before he could say anything else, two police officers barged into the office. "You can't do this." Sam pleaded. "She is our sister. She is!"

"I'm sorry," the doctor said. "But, all the facts are pointing against you."

The police officers forced the two to their knees, pulling out handcuffs. "You are wanted for the murder of Mercy Tanner, and the kidnapping and assault of Taylor Tanner. You have the right to remain silent…"

TBC! The poor Winchesters can't catch a break! Please rate and review.