Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters. I do not own You Found Me the song either.

Author's Note: I think you're all going to get mad at me because I didn't kill Ruby in this chapter, but have no fear, she will die. I just want her to have a truly fitting end. I make mentions to it in this chapter, actually, of how I really want her to die.

Author's Note 2: This is really just an excuse for some Ruby vs Dean because I love writing those two. It also has some random thing about coffee at the very end because of an extremely strange dream I had last night about swimming in a sea of hot coffee... Any way, enjoy and tell me what you think! There will be some more Sam in the next chapter, I promise.

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You Found Me

Chapter 3

Dean turned around very slowly, reaching instinctively for the demon killing knife that he kept in his jacket pocket at all times. He kept it by him in case he ran into Ruby, the vicious bitch, and he needed some way to work out his frustrations. His grip tightened even further on the handle when he saw the familiar brunette head leaning against the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest and glaring outright at Dean with a strong expression of contempt on her face.

"So he survived," she stated. "Wow, he's stronger than I thought."

"Why couldn't you have just sent flowers?" Dean asked as he stood up, his fingers still around the hilt. He felt Sam's grip on his hand tighten as Dean tried to pry it from his brother's grasp.

"And miss seeing your smiling face? It was just an opportunity I couldn't miss," Ruby said sarcastically. "I want to talk to him."

"Come back later," Dean said. "He's not exactly up for another round of your mind twisting bull crap."

"Oh, harsh words," Ruby said rolling her eyes. "When can I come back?"

"How about never?" Dean suggested. "That'd be great for the rest of us."

"Dean, all I want is to talk to Sam," Ruby said. "I think you owe me that much."

"Oh, I owe you? You get Sam so screwed in the head that he thinks drinking demon blood and hanging out with you is the right thing to do and he can't trust his own brother and I owe you something?" Dean demanded in disbelief. "Did Hell fry your brain?"

"Did it fry yours? Because as I recall, I saved your brother's life while you were busy roasting in the pit," Ruby retorted.

"I more than repaid that by not killing you the moment I found out who—I'm sorry, what—you really are," Dean shot back.

"Or maybe it was because you know what you were doing was wrong," Ruby said.

Dean rolled his eyes.

"And what is it that I was doing?"

"You were holding Sam back from his destiny, from what he can really be," Ruby said.

"Oh, sure, I'm positive that's all that was on your agenda," Dean replied angrily. "Having Sam's best interests at heart, making sure he would live up to his full capabilities, yeah that sounds like you all right."

"It was!" Ruby protested.

"And getting Sam addicted to demon blood and nearly killed trying to exorcise demons with his mind was all part of 'saving his life'," Dean said sarcastically. "No thanks. I don't buy it."

"It's the truth. Sam's not dead. He's more powerful than ever," Ruby said.

Dean glared at her for a moment.

"Does he look powerful to you? Does he look not dead?" he demanded casting a swift glance to his unconscious brother. Sam's gray face was drawn in pain and there was a sickly sheen of sweat on his face. He looked younger than his twenty-five years, much younger. Sam didn't look like he was a person who was capable of killing demons with his mind.

"Looks can be deceiving," Ruby pointed out.

"Your 'help'--" Dean put air quotes around help, "Nearly got Sam killed. It unleashed Lucifer from the sixty-six seals. It started the damn apocalypse. You had your agenda and it wasn't looking after Sam's well-being. It was using him to do what you were too weak to do."

"If you think I'm so evil, why don't you kill me?" Ruby challenged. "You're holding the knife after all. Why don't you just drive it through my heart?"

"It's a thought," Dean said pulling the knife out of his jacket and toying with the tip. "But I'm sure Sam wouldn't be too happy with me if I didn't give him the chance to kill you himself, using the methods you taught him. That would be poetic justice."

"So you're all of a sudden concerned with what Sam wants all of a sudden?" Ruby demanded with a laugh. "That's a joke, right? You haven't been there for him since you died and came back from Hell, Dean. You have no idea who your brother is anymore, or what he wants and needs. Face it, I know him better then you do and that's what has you so scared. You think Sammy is going dark side after all and you're going to have to live up to those promises you made Johnny and little Sammy two years ago. You're scared of being alone, even though you already are."

"You don't know crap about me," Dean retorted. "And I sure as Hell know my brother a lot better than you do, even with the four month hiatus."

"Hiatus? Cute," Ruby snorted. "You know I'm right. So why don't you just run along and let me look after Sam?"

"I should just kill you right now," Dean growled.

"Then do it," Ruby taunted. "Do it. Prove to me that you're no better than the things you hunt, because if you kill me right now--."

"I'd be doing the entire world a favor," Dean interrupted. "I'd be doing Sam a favor. But you're right—I'd enjoy it way too much if I killed you right now. So I'm going to make you sweat it out for a while and kill you when you least expect it."

He didn't tell Ruby that the only thing keeping her alive was the person who refused to let go of Dean's hand at the moment. Dean knew that his brother wouldn't mind at this point, especially after everything the bitch had done, but Sam was all for revenge. And Dean wouldn't mind pointing that powerful weapon his brother had in a good direction for once.

"I'm scared," Ruby said with an eye roll.

"You should be," Dean retorted. "I'd leave now if I were you. I don't know how long my generous mood is going to last."

"You call death threats generous?" Ruby asked sarcastically.

"You're alive, aren't you?" Dean replied innocently. "Now leave if you want to stay that way for a little longer."

Ruby glared at him for a moment longer before disappearing. Dean sighed in relief once she was gone as he put the knife back in his jacket and sat back down again next to Sam, giving his brother's hand a reassuring squeeze to let the younger Winchester know he was still there.

Dean watched Sam sleep for a little while longer before he carefully slid his hand out from his brother's. Sam mumbled something and his hand moved in search of Dean's.

"I'll be back in a minute, Sammy," Dean whispered carding a hand through Sam's hair. "I just gotta go eat something before I keel over, okay?"

Sam murmured something incoherent. Dean smiled as he got off the chair and headed toward the kitchen. He passed a clock on the way in, surprised to find it was getting close to midnight. He realized that the house was fairly silent, outside of the faint snoring upstairs coming from Bobby's bedroom and the whirring of the heater as it fought to keep the house at a comfortable temperature against the freezing rain outside.

Dean set to work fixing himself a cup of coffee, sitting down at the table while the coffee machine brewed the thick, strong liquid. He battled against his drooping eyelids, wanting to stay awake in case Sam woke up again in the middle of the night and needed something or if Ruby came back again. But somewhere in between listening to the coffee brew and the rain crescendo outside, Dean found himself lulled to sleep. His last thought before he completely went under was that he hoped the entire house didn't fill with coffee because he forgot to turn off the machine. How would he explain it to Bobby if the grouchy hunter woke up the next morning and found his entire bottom floor flooded and both Winchesters having drowned in the midst of a sea of coffee?