Sorry if this chapter's a little slow but I promise the action picks up at the end of this chapter and the next. :)

I was just as nervous as Ruth about the dance tonight. Sam said I shouldn't, but I couldn't help it. So many things could go wrong at the dance. The demons could have just been waiting for our guard to go down.

Ruth was nervously bouncing her leg on the edge of the bed. I had spent four dollars of the money I had made all last night at the only bar in town on a Die Hard on PayPerView and she wouldn't even pay attention. I kept staring at the clock, but it seemed to move really slow.

Sam didn't seem the least bit concerned about Ruth's dance. He actually seemed happy about it. He was much more convinced that Ruth could handle the dance than I was, that's for sure.

I made an effort to act relaxed and totally cool with the night's plans when Ruth announced it was time to leave. Casually, I turned off the TV and grabbed my keys. Sam and I followed a bouncing Ruth out to the Impala. She hopped into the backseat, purse in hand and waiting impatiently for me to start the car. As we drove off towards the school I tried to control the urge to turn the car around and force Ruth to stay in the motel.

….

We pulled into the school right as the first song started. A group of girls immediately ran up to Ruth, all giggling and whispering and giggling some more. I was having trouble breathing at the sight of Ruth walking into that big school with a bunch of girls.

"Are you okay, man?" Sam asked worriedly. "You don't look so good."

I swallowed. "I just don't think this is very safe."
"Dude, she's going to be fine." Sam reassured me. "You forced her to keep her gun in that little purse she got and you made her tape a razor blade under her shoe!"

I sighed. "Fine, but we're meeting this Josh kid." I walked into the gym, Sam following me trying to tell me this was a bad idea. Like I'm really not going to go see this Josh k id in person.

The dance was exactly what I was expecting to see: Balloons, and a horrible live band, the "cool" kids dancing in the middle, the geeks sipping punch alone, and a couple chaperones sitting lazily in cracked vinyl folding chairs on the sidelines.

"Over there!" Sam pointed towards the punch table, where Ruth was standing with a kid and another couple. The kid with Ruth must be Josh. He was wearing a nice shirt and jeans and was constantly flipping his long bangs to the side with a bizarre jerk of his head. He was like the Zac Efron ofMaysville,Missouri. I made my way confidently across the room, right through the dancing crowd of kids, and stood right in front of the kid with Ruth.

I interrupted their conversation and stuck my hand out, "Hi, I'm Dean. You are…"

"Josh." The kid answered, accepting my handshake. He pulled his hand back, an appalled look on his face. "Dude, your hands, like, soaking wet!"

It's true, my hand was wet. I had splashed holy water on my hand and I was wearing a ring made of silver. I was almost disappointed that the kid checked out.

Ruth looked embarrassed. "What are you guys doing here?" She hissed. "This was supposed to be my night.

"We just wanted to meet your pal Josh here." I said innocently, smiling at the nervous boy.

Sam grabbed me by the sleeve. "We're leaving now." He spoke, dragging me back towards the main entrance.

When we had gotten back to the car Sam turned around. "Dude, what the ?" I put my best confused face on. "Don't look at me like that!" He shouted. "You know you just creeped Josh out!"

"Oh, you two are on a first name basis, now?" I retorted.

Sam sighed angrily. "You don't have to be so protective over Ruth! She's fifteen and she's killed more murderous creatures than anyone in that gym! She's perfectly safe."

I groaned. He was right. She was safe. "How about we go get some food while we wait for the dance to end?" He said a little more patiently. I nodded. "Who has the best pie in this town?"

….

"What time is it?" I asked for probably the fiftieth time.

Sam rolled his eyes. "The same as last time you asked. You really need to calm down. She's fine, I promise."

"You promise?" I repeated shrilly. "You promise? How do you know if she's okay?"

Sam thought for a second, not expecting the question. "Well… There… were chaperones." I laughed, my mouth full of cherry pie. "Yeah, sure, 'Thank god the chaperones are watching over her! No demons can get to her now!" I mocked.

Shuttup!" Sam mumbled, smiling.

I smiled, too, but then I remembered where Ruth was. My smile faded.

"What time is it?"

….

Ruth grinned. She had been at the dance for almost two hours and nothing Sam or Dean had said about school dances was proving true. Well, except for when she went to use the bathroom and the beer partiers were hanging out in there…

"There you are, Ruth!" She turned to see Josh heading her way with two plastic cups full of punch. He handed one to her. "Thanks," she smiled. It seems that she couldn't stop smiling tonight. It just kept getting better and better.

….

I was on my third cup of coffee and my second slice of pie. Sam had forced me to switch to decaf and was getting sick of my impatience. "What time is it?"

"TEN THIRTY!" Sam just about screamed. "Half an hour, dude. Can you shut up for just another half hour?"

"No." I growled. "This is killing me inside. We have to go check on her!"

"Will I ever get you to shut up about it if I don't?"

"No."

Sam rolled his eyes, paid, and grabbed the keys while I got my pie to-go.

….

"We're here!" I just about ran out of the car. "Dean!" Sam called after me. I groaned. Why couldn't he just let me check on her? "Do you want to just run in there like last time? It might look a little weird if we barge in there again." I nodded. That's exactly what I'd planned.

"Look, let's just grab a couple chaperone chairs and watch from a distance, okay? If we're gonna do this, we should do it right. You don't want to be kicked out, right?"

Casually, we made our way into the gymnasium. We both glanced around, spotted a couple folding chairs, and sat down in an inconspicuous spot amongst the other chaperones. I chuckled as I scanned the room for Ruth. Never thought I'd be spending a Friday night sitting with a bunch of parents at a high school dance.

One of the dads turned to face me, a giant polite smile plastered on his face. "How you doin'?"

"I'm fine!" I shouted, possibly a little too harsh, considering how all of the moms behind us started whispering and pointing.

Sam suddenly sat upright in his chair, his eyes wide and staring at a corner of the room. I followed his gaze to the dark corner and was not happy with what I saw. I flew up out of my chair, causing it to tumble loudly onto the gasping parents behind us.

I owed Sam the biggest I-Told-You-So in the history of I-Told-You-So's.

Josh was attacking my little sister.

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