New chapter! I'm thinking maybe only one or two more.

Last chapter: Someone else was missing, and his name was Killer Keith, a man known for his size and extremely short temper.

Now Dean was really worried.

Instead of sitting at his usual table for dinner that night, Dean sat next to a group of large, bald men with an excessive number of tattoos who had been here long enough to know the ins and outs of the place.

"Hey, fellas." Dean announced his presence. "Come here often?" He was met with glares from everyone at the table. "Look, I'll get out of your hair, or lack of, as soon as you tell me where Killer Keith is."

One of the men cleared his throat. "Yeah, he's in the infirmary. Got in a fight with some dude."

"What did the other guy look like?" Dean asked worriedly.

"He, uh, was tall. Kinda girly hair, too long if you ask me. Kid was just getting' wailed on by Killer. His fault, though."

"What did he do?"

"Got in line for breakfast before Killer. No one gets in line before Killer."

Okay, he thought. So much for my plan. Now I need to get to the infirmary some how.

Dean cleared his throat. "Excuse me," he tapped the nearest tough guy. "I was wondering when you were going to get that fixed." He said in all seriousness, pointing at the guy's face.

The guy stood up, making deep growling noises. "Down, boy." Dean said, pointing a finger at the ground. The man raised his fist but Dean was faster, punching the guy in the gut. He gave the man just enough time to attack him with a fork. To Dean it was nothing, due to years of experience, but to the guards it was enough to send him to the infirmary.

I'm coming, Sammy, he thought.

….

Dean's jaw dropped at the sight of how sad and beat up Sam looked sitting in the infirmary cell all alone. The nurse (Who wasn't even cute, Dean thought.) came to wrap up Dean's arm. Then the guard shoved Dean into the cell with Sam.

"Dude, are you okay?" Dean asked, seeing Sam's multiple injuries. He had two black eyes, a cast on his arm, and scratches all over his face and neck. Deep scratches.

"No." Was Sam's short answer. "Why are you here?" Dean told him about his fight during dinner.

The brothers waited until that night when everyone was asleep. They were lucky that the nurse had decided Dean's arm was bad enough to keep him overnight.

Dean stood up, cleared his throat, and said, "Castiel, we pray that you get your feathery self down here. Now."

Sam stared at him. "I've never seen you call Castiel down before."

"And?"

"And…" Sam shrugged. "I kind of expected it to be, I don't know, a little more like praying and a little less like an order."

"You're just jealous you don't have the kind of relationship that Cas and I have. He doesn't mind when I "pray" for him."

"I don't?" came the confused voice of the angel from behind Dean, causing him to jump slightly at the sudden presence.

"No, you don't." Dean answered, turning to face him. Castiel ignored the comment. "Okay, let's go." He reached his hands up to the two.

With a flash and a slight feeling of breathlessness, Castiel, Dean, and Sam were suddenly outside of Bobby's.

Dean turned to thank Cas, but he was already gone.

Sam and Dean walked in to find Bobby still awake. At the sound of footsteps, he was up and pointing a shotgun at them within seconds.

"Woah, easy tiger." Dean said. Bobby put the gun down and walked forward to give them a hug.

"It's good to see you boys." He said pulling back. "Nice clothes." Dean realized they were still wearing the orange jumpsuits. "Thanks." He replied sarcastically.

"You didn't happen to grab the Impala, did you?" Sam asked.

"I did." Bobby answered. "It's outside."

"I missed you so much, it just wasn't the same without you!" Dean exclaimed.

Bobby was about to thank Dean for finally having all of his hard work acknowledged when he realized Dean was talking to the Impala as he walked quickly outside towards it. "Idgit." He mumbled making his way upstairs to his bedroom. "Make yourselves at home!" He called after them.

Sam followed Dean out to the car. "You know we can't just pop into that adoption agency and adopt her, right?" Sam asked Dean. "By tomorrow morning we'll be wanted by the police. It won't be that easy."

Dean sighed. "I realize that, Sammy. But we have to get her back. We just have to. I mean, we fight demons and werewolves and vampires on a regular basis but we can't even save our own sister from a freakin' adoption center?"

Sam could here the desperation in his brother's voice. They had to get Ruth back soon, before his brother cracked under the stress.

…..

The next morning, Dean came downstairs to find Sam had already eaten and was making phone calls.

"Hi, I'm a friend of Taylor Tanner's mother, I was just wondering if Taylor is currently at your adoption center so I could visit her."

A pause as Sam listened to the receptionist on the other end.

"That's okay, do you know what adoption center she was taken to last week?"

Another pause.

"Thank you." Sam hung up and immediately began dialing another number. Dean grabbed an old sandwich from Bobby's fridge and sat down next to Sam.

"Yes, I'm an old friend of Mercy Tanner, I was wondering if you could tell me if her daughter, Taylor was at your adoption center."

"She arrived last week? Great. I plan on visiting soon."
Silence as Sam listened to the voice on the other end.

"WHAT?" Sam suddenly stood up. "No, no, of course I'm excited. Y-yes, it's great that she found a family so quickly.

Dean dropped his sandwich. A family? Ruth was adopted?

Sam finished the conversation and hung up, sinking to the floor. "It's my fault," Sam mumbled to his knees. "I should have gotten to her in time. You don't get it, Dean. All my life you've been a great big brother. Now it's finally my turn to be an awesome big brother and I fail."

"It's not your fault she was adopted so quickly, Sammy." Dean said, sitting next to his little brother.

"No, Dean. I mean if I had gotten to her before the demons had gone and gotten her hospitalized we would never have been in this situation in the first place."

"No, Sammy, it's not like that. If anyone, blame the demons." Dean said softly.

"Or me." said Bobby, entering the room. "It's not a crime to go to the bathroom, Bobby." Sam muttered.

"Then blame the stupid demons, boy." Bobby said.

"Watch who you call stupid, old man." Came the voice from the front door. A demon was standing in the doorway, a grin on her face.

"Go away unless you want to die." Dean said, standing up and pointing his gun at the demons face.

"Silly rabbit," the demon teased. "You know guns have no effect on me."

"Devil traps do," Bobby smirked. The demon looked up to see a devil's trap on the ceiling, and she was standing right under it.

Dean walked up to her, Ruby's knife in hand. "Now, wanna tell us why you're here?"

"I came for lil' Ruth-y." The demon replied. "But I guess I just missed her. I'll just have to go to her new family, won't I?"

"You're going nowhere." Sam got up and walked over to the demon. "And you're never touching my sister ever again."

"Is that so?" The demon said. "I must be more powerful than you chuckleheads realized." The demon closed her eyes. The entire room was filled with a powerful wind and cracks began running across the ceiling, one going right through the devil's trap. The winds died down and the demon calmly stepped away from the circle.

She turned towards the door. "Oh, and by the way," She said.

"Race you!"

To be continued! Please rate and review.