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Author's Note: This chapter got away from me. I don't know how... but for some reason, the plot bunnies running around in my head escaped from their confines and went wild on this chapter. The result, a slightly creepy, slightly strange, slightly unrealistic chapter.

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You Found Me

Chapter 10

Sam forced himself to get up, ignoring the white hot pain from his leg as he forced it to bear his weight. He coughed once, spitting blood into his hand.

"All this pain can end," Ruby said. "The apocalypse, the constant need to prove to others that you are worthy of them… all of it."

"I just need to come with you to Lucifer, right?" Sam asked coughing again. "Fat chance of that happening."

He was once again thrown against the opposite wall. Black spots crowded his vision as Sam fought to see clearly.

"Why are you fighting against this so hard, Sam?" Ruby wanted to know. "This is what you've been training for your whole life. You're Lucifer's vessel, Sammy."

"My name is Sam," Sam replied through clenched teeth. "And I am not Lucifer's vessel."

"You should know better than to run from your destiny," Ruby said. "You know that it will just come back and bite you in the ass."

"You're wrong," Sam said hoarsely. He found himself flying through the air again. He couldn't contain a grunt of pain as he connected with the back of the couch.

"If you don't come willingly, I will take you by force," Ruby said.

"Like that's going to make me say yes to Lucifer," Sam said groaning as he used the couch as a crutch and pulled himself up. He hissed in pain as sharp stabs of pain coursed through him.

"You don't know what you're missing out on," Ruby argued. "You don't know the wonders that Lucifer will provide for you. You think it's going to be hell on Earth, but it's not, Sam! It's going to be paradise!"

"Any paradise for demons is not a place I want to be," Sam retorted. He miraculously didn't crash into the opposite wall of the window this time around. He looked up in shock, hating the way the world spun sharply and he began seeing double of Ruby.

"You're fighting the inevitable," Ruby said. "You won't have a choice."

"I will always have a choice," Sam returned. "And I will always say no. So you can go tell Lucifer that he can kiss my ass for all I care. Because I am never joining you and I am never going to say yes."

"If you don't say yes, then I swear to you, I will kill Dean, Bobby, and everyone you care about," Ruby threatened.

"Demons lie," Sam said. "I may have been a little late in discovering that, but I can thank you for making that lesson stick."

"I never lied to you," Ruby said. "I was the one person who was honest with you!"

"You manipulated me and used me for your own gain," Sam spat. "That is not being honest."

"And what has Dean been doing to you?" Ruby demanded. "Has he been totally honest about why the angels pulled him out of Hell? Was he completely honest about his time in Hell?"

"Dean has nothing to do with this," Sam said through clenched teeth.

"I thought so," Ruby said cockily. "If you come with me, there will be no more lies."

"Excuse me if I have a hard time believing that," Sam growled. "Now get the hell out."

"Sam," Ruby protested.

"Go," Sam said turning away from her.

He should have known better than to turn his back on a demon. He had seen Lion King countless of times—it was one of his favorite movies growing up.

Sam found himself up close and personal with the window right before he crashed through it in a whirlwind of sharp pain and color.

"You never were very bright," Ruby said stepping through the wreckage of the window. "It's a pity that Azazel didn't realize that until now. He could have saved everyone a lot of trouble if he had just killed you in the first place instead of making that deal with that bitch of a woman you call your mother."

Sam grunted as he pulled himself to his feet, shaking violently. Lightning streaked across the sky and thunder boomed. He shivered again.

"I must have been stupid if I had trusted you," he retorted hating that his voice quivered. "I'm not making that mistake any more. If you want to kill Dean and Bobby, then you're going to have to go through me first."

Ruby frowned.

"Well, I guess it isn't beyond Lucifer's abilities to bring you back," she said with a shrug. "If that's the way you want it, then fine."

Sam didn't have time to process what she meant before a small flame crackled into existence right at his feet. He froze—memories of what happened to Jessica and his mother flooding through him.

"Say good-bye to all those you care about," Ruby said serenely. She tossed him something black and plastic. Sam caught it reflexively, unable to tear his eyes away from the flame that was now growing steadily.

Some primal instinct buried in the dark recesses of his mind forced Sam to move, despite the amount of pain he was in, despite the huge thunderstorm going on, and despite the rain pelting him from every direction. His stumbling gait managed to carry him all the way to behind the cars before his injured leg gave way and the pain threatened to consume him.

"SAM!"

It wasn't the voice Sam needed so desperately to hear. It was Ruby's.

Sam came to that realization just as there was a huge crashing noise in the house and the outside of Bobby's well-kept home burst into orange flames. Sam could barely contain a shudder as the cold, wet rain pounded him.

"SAM?"

Sam distantly heard his name being called again and was elated to hear Dean's voice. He suddenly remembered that Ruby had tossed him his cell phone (he had been a little side tracked with getting the hell out of the flames until then).

"Dean?" he whispered unable to keep his exhaustion and pain out of his voice. He was unable to keep how much he wanted his brother to come and save him out of his voice.

"What happened?"

Sam shuddered again before answering. He didn't understand why he was so damn cold all of a sudden.

"Remind me never to trust demons again," he said with a broken chuckle as he gazed at the burning house. "You were right, Dean. I don't know why I'm so surprised. You're smarter than I give you credit for."

He should have known better than to turn his back on Dean. Sam realized that now. Dean had been the one person from the very beginning who had been there for Sam. Why Sam had ever disbelieved that, he would never understand.

"What the hell are you talking about? Sam? What happened?" Dean demanded frantically.

"Ruby showed up," Sam said knowing that it was a gross understatement. "She kind of set Bobby's place on fire after tossing me around like a tennis ball."

He pulled the phone away from his ear as Dean shouted. A sad smile made it's way onto his lips as he rested his aching head against the cool, wet metal of the scrap metal pile.

"I got out of the house," he said ignoring Dean's inquiry as to whether he was okay. Bobby's going to be pissed. I burned down his house. "I should probably call the fire department."

"Sam? Are you okay?"

Dean was using his gentle voice, the one he used when Sam was hurt badly. Sam wondered if he was hurt badly. It didn't feel like it. The rain had made him go kind of numb and the thunder was kind of a nice drum roll in the background. He was actually quite comfortable. And a little tired.

"I don't know, Dean," Sam replied honestly. He thought about it for a moment. "My leg hurts. Head does too, a little. Chest kind of aches, but that's probably because of the smoke. Oh shit."

Once again, Sam was going for the gross understatement of the year award. Hell, make it the century.

He could just make out three forms through the rain from where he was hiding. If it weren't for the roaring fire that miraculously was still going on despite the deluge of rain, Sam doubted he would have seen them at all.

"Sam?"

Sam forced himself to speak.

"Uh, Dean," he began. "You know how I said that Ruby showed up?"

"What happened?" Dean asked urgently.

"She's not the only one here," Sam said wincing as he drew his injured leg closer to him to make himself smaller and more undetectable. "I think Meg is here. Possibly a couple of others. I don't know. It's kind of hard to see from where I'm at."

"Which is where, exactly?" Dean wanted to know.

Dean was panicking. Sam could tell from his brother's tone of voice that Dean was panicking. Sam didn't blame him. This was like the phone conversation from hell.

"Behind a couple of the stacked cars near the house," Sam said coughing. He swore when he felt hot liquid splatter the back of his hand. "That's not good."

"Sam?"

Dean was desperate, panicked, and terrified. All three things Sam could relate with, for he was feeling them at the moment as well. He really wanted his brother.

Sam was about to say something in reply when he spotted movement headed toward him. It was Meg. He didn't know how he knew, but he just happened to know.

"I think one of them spotted me," he said just as the wind picked up and the lightning and rain increased. Hail started to rain down on him, leaving bruises and small scratches in their wake. "Crap. Uh, Dean? How far are you from Bobby's?"

Suddenly, everything went very still for a moment, just long enough for Meg to appear around the corner of the stacked cars with a feral grin on her face. Then, a roar completely unrelated to the dying flames sounded off to Sam's left as the sky split open and unleashed a tornado.

"How nice to see you again," Meg said. "I'm sorry that our visit can't be very long this time."

Sam didn't have any time to wonder what that meant before something hit him in the back of the head and everything went black.