Thank you so much for the reviews! I'm glad you like it! This chapter has a little Dean and Ruth POV.
This was my worst nightmare, come true right in front of me. Gun out; I began to run towards the monster attacking Ruth when Sam pulled me back. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I screamed. "He's gonna get her!" Sam looked at me with disappointment on his face. He cleared his throat. "Look again."
Angrily, I glanced at Ruth. Huh, she's attacking him now… But he's not screaming… Or defending himself. Then it hit me. Ruth wasn't being attacked, I just hadn't noticed because I would never expect Ruth to do this. But it was clear now. Ruth was in the corner, totally lip locked with the Josh kid. I made my way angrily towards the Way Too Happy Couple. Sam tried to hold me back, but I just shook him off. Everyone's eyes were on Sam and me or our guns. The only people not paying attention was everyone in the make out corner, including my little sister.
I tapped her on the shoulder and she looked up with such embarrassment and fright in her eyes it took me off guard, but only for a second. "I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?" Sam had followed me and now was standing next to me. "Just wait 'till we get in the car, dude." I nodded, having lost the ability to speak without shouting at someone. Sam pulled Ruth away by her shoulder, her eyes brimming in tears threatening to come out at any second.
We all silently got in the car. I started it up and we drove silently past the motel. I had packed our bags after Ruth went to the dance so we could leave right when she got out. Sam broke the silence. "So… Did you have a good time?" Ruth didn't answer, just glared out the window. We all sat in silence for ten more minutes before I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled over on the side of the interstate and got out. Ruth got out too, slamming her door and getting right up in front of me, daring me to yell at her. "What were you thinking?" "I didn't expect you guys to come back, the dance wasn't over yet! Besides, it's my life! I can do whatever I want!" I rolled my eyes. "You've been watching too many bad sitcoms. We are NOT a normal family. In our family, you do your own thing without telling anyone, you get hurt! I DON'T want you hurt. But you can't just- just make out with just anyone. I swear, you are NEVER going to a school dance ever again. EVER!"
Ruth looked at me with more hatred than I've ever seen in her face. To think this was the same sweet girl who had saved my life two years ago. "This is NOT over!" She screamed, getting back into the car and slamming the door. Sam sighed and came around to my side of the car.
"You are not in a state to be driving." He declared. He held his hand out for the keys. I threw them at him and got in the passenger seat. Sam drove to the nearest motel and not one word was spoken the entire ride there.
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No one talked when we reached the motel either, but it was pretty obvious that Ruth and I hadn't gotten out everything we needed to say. One of us was going to erupt in arguments again; it was just a matter of time.
I sat on the motel bed, flicking through the channels. Ruth had been in the bathroom for twenty minutes. Sam had gone outside. He said he was getting a Coke but I'm pretty sure he went out to call Bobby, unsure of how to handle this problem.
Ruth came out of the bathroom, her eyes red. She sat down on the other bed, never making eye contact. "You know," She murmured. "You didn't have to barge into the dance like that."
I stood up. "Didn't have to barge in? I was planning on just sitting there like the other parents, but there you were in the corner… Havin' fun!"
Ruth raised her voice. "SIT WITH THE OTHER PARENTS? YOU'RE MY BROTHER, NOT MY PARENT. YOU'LL NEVER BE DAD!"
Ruth and I were an inch away from each other's face. She stood there with her fists clenched, breathing hard and staring at me with extreme anger in her eyes.
Suddenly, before I had a chance to register it, Ruth's fist had swung up and hit me in the nose.
Instant nosebleed.
She brought down her high heel on my foot and kicked me in the stomach before stomping out and slamming the door behind her. I heard a tear as she ripped her dress, which had been stuck in the door. I sat down on the edge of the bed and sat there silently with my head in my hands until Sam came back in, oblivious to the huge fight that had just gone on.
He stood there with his mouth open, in shock before rushing over to me. "Dean!" He kneeled down in front of me. "Look at me, dude. Who did this to you, the demons?" He frantically looked around the room, noticing Ruth's absence. "They took Ruth again? Oh my god, now what? Where do we start?"
"Sam," I whispered, ashamed of what I was about to say. Sam set down his cell phone, which he had just picked up to call someone, probably Bobby again. "What, Dean?" He asked softly.
"No demons. 100% Ruth vs. Dean action." "You guys fought again?" Sam inquired. I nodded. "She stalked off." He stopped to take it all in. "Okay… Let's take care of you first." He went into the bathroom and came back out with a towel. "Did you even try to stop your nosebleed?" I looked down, my nosebleed was slowing, but my shirt was covered in blood. "No."
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I walked into the bar, one heel broken and a torn dress, my make up running down my face from the tears and the rain outside. No one looked up. I guess a fifteen year old in this shady bar wasn't as unusual as I had expected it to be. I sat down at the bar. The bartender smirked. "We got laws, little missy. No alcohol for you. We have apple juice and water." I wasn't in the mood for this. "Just get me water." I snarled.
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I was in a clean shirt and we were out the door in no time, heading in the direction we'd expect Ruth to go. I was speeding and although Sam had told me to slow down, I couldn't waste any time. The rain splattering on the windshield wipers made me wonder if Ruth was even dry and safe right now. For all I know she could be soaked in some alley behind a motel.
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I had been sitting in the bar for twenty minutes when I began to wonder if Sam and Dean were even looking for me. I kind of missed them, but would they even want me back. I decided to just wait it out at this bar. Or at least that was the idea. Until I noticed the number of creepy dudes staring at me. I knew I could take them, but then I remembered what I was wearing and what I looked like. Some poor little fifteen year old in a little dress sitting alone helpless at a bar. That's kind of who I was, too. I realized I didn't have any of my weapons. I was helpless. Oops.
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We'd been driving for twenty minutes when I decided we should split up. "What? Where am I going to get a car?" I shrugged. "Just hot wire one." I pulled into the parking lot outside of an almost empty motel. There was only one car sitting in the lot: a Smart car. Sam was realizing the same thing. "Oh, come on! Just drive to another motel! I can't get in that thing!" I smiled. "We're running out of time. You're gonna have to." Grumbling, Sam got out of the Impala, grabbed his gun, and began to pick the lock on the Smart car. He opened the door and got in, his head rubbing uncomfortably against the roof of the car. He gave me a glare as I drove off and he headed in the opposite direction.
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Thirty minutes in that bar and I was beginning to feel uncomfortable. A group of guys headed towards me. I remembered the razor blade attached under my heel. I pulled it off and fingered it as they came over. "Hey, Sweets, you here alone?" One of them asked, pulling up a chair next to me. I ignored him. I looked around me. I was surrounded by this guy and his friends and the bartender wasn't even trying to help. I sat there, rigid in my chair. One of the men twirled his finger in a strand of my hair.
Damn, this was a bad idea.
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