I swear, when I find that girl… I only had one picture of Ruth and I had shown it to everyone I passed. Everyone shook their heads, a pitying expression on their faces. I was getting frantic and Sam hadn't called me, so who knows what he's found. I tried to get my hopes up. Maybe he's got a lead and is to busy to call.

At that moment my phone rang. The caller ID said it was Bobby.

"Hey, Bobby." I sighed.

"What's up with you, boy? I was callin' about a case you three might like, but you sound a little… busy."

"No, it's just that… Ruth ran away. We kind of had a fight and she just stalked off."

"Idgits. Fightin' won't do you any good. Someone's just going to get hurt."

"You think?" I asked sarcastically.

Bobby was quiet. "Look, just please call me when you find her? I want to know you all are safe." Bobby hung up.

...

Sam drove into the motel parking lot. He walked into the main building, pulling out his picture of Ruth.

"How many nights?" The owner asked in a gruff voice.

"Oh, no. Actually I just wanted to know if you've seen this girl?"

The owner shook his head. "Nope. Never seen her. How many nights?"

...

I pulled into yet another bar, losing hope of ever finding Ruth. Getting out of the car, I walked into the smoky bar.

Nothing. Just another horrible bar full of more horrible lowlifes. I glanced around one more time. That's when I saw the group of guys sitting suspiciously close to each other at the bar. I was confused until I saw the pale blue fabric through an opening between two of the guys.

Ruth.

I almost screamed her name right there, but I knew that would be a bad idea. Even for a hunter, that was a lot of guys to take on at once. I walked quickly towards the group, but a guy behind me put his hand on my shoulder, a weak attempt to stop me. I turned around, ready to punch anyone that tried to stop me from reaching Ruth.

The man behind me was scrawny and short. He looked scared to even be talking to me, but he did anyway. I decided to listen to what he had to say instead of fighting him. "Make it quick, I'm kind of in a hurry." I snarled.

"S-sorry." The guy stuttered. "B-but I thought y-you'd like to know th-that those guys you're walking towards? Y-you don't want to g-go near them. Th-they don't mess around."

I nodded. "Thanks." His jaw dropped as I continued to walk to the bar. I decided to do this the right way. Casually, I sat next to them and ordered a beer. It was all I could do to not immediately stick a knife through the nearest guy's back. Did that seem violent? I'd do anything for Sam or Ruth.

I heard a whimpering sound. I turned. One of the guys was playing with Ruth's hair. She still hadn't noticed I was here. I raised my voice. "I'll have another, please!" I watched Ruth's eyes widen at the sound of my voice. Act normal, I thought. Don't look happy, Ruth. Look scared. Ruth caught my eye for half a second and I blinked.

I dialed Sam's number. I'd need back up. The group of men was eyeing me. He answered on the second ring. "Dean?"

"Hey, Buddy!" I laughed, trying to sound normal.

"Uh, hi… buddy." Sam sounded confused.

"So, listen. I'm having a beer at this bar and I thought you might like to come and have a few with me."
"Seriously? Dude, could you have picked a- oh…." Sam had caught on.

"Exactly!" I chuckled. "Listen, I'm at… Granger Bar." I informed, reading the coaster in front of me.

"I'll be there as soon as possible."

"See ya soon!" I laughed once more and drank my beer some more. Ruth was crying silently now. Sam better hurry.

…...

I didn't know how much longer I could wait for Sam. It had been ten minutes and I was just sitting here. Eventually, I knew I had to make a move. It was going to be basically suicidal against this many guys, but it was necessary. I was about to pull out my gun when I saw a flash of something silver.

Ruth had her razor blade. She seemed to be watching me, waiting for the OK to attack. I caught her eye and nodded slightly. She sat there for about two more seconds before suddenly crying out and stabbing the man's hand as he stroked her hair. He screamed and pulled back, the others still in shock from the sudden turn of events. I pulled out my gun and pointed it at one of the men. "Nobody move!" I shouted. "Don't want to get shot, do you?"

Two of the men pulled out their own guns and pointed them back at me. I felt a third against my neck. Crap, this wasn't supposed to happen. I thought, watching three men hold Ruth back while a fourth wrestled the blade from her grasp. The worst part was no one was helping. The bar had pretty much emptied after the initial attack, including the bartender. Only a few people had stayed to watch.

"Thanks for the help!" I told them as we were pushed out the door, the rifle behind me pressing into my back.

Sam's never here when I need him, is he? Ruth was struggling with her captors; I could hear her grunting in pain every time they pushed her or slapped her to get her to behave.

With the gun still pressed to my neck, I was lead down a path around the back of the bar, Ruth right in front of me, finally having given up on trying to escape. A couple of trucks appeared at the end of the path.

"Ruth, did you get your tetanus shot?" I joked, trying to reassure her in the only way I knew as I stared at the rusty pickup trucks. I got a sharp jab in the back.

Where are you, Sammy? We were walked over to one of the trucks. One of the men opened the back and climbed in. Ruth and I were forced in after him, and two more men climbed in after us, all with guns pointed at us.

Ruth spoke for the first time since I had arrived, her voice wavering. "Where are you taking us?"

The man closest gave a toothless grin. "Back to my bachelor pad." He smiled. Ruth rolled her eyes. "You won't get away with this, you know. Someone's looking for us. He's going to find you and kill you." The man next to Ruth whispered something in her ear. She looked up, repulsed, and spat in his face. Go Ruth! I thought. But my pride only lasted a second as the man lashed out. I heard Ruth cry out.

A gunshot rang out.