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"Oh, come on!" I yelled. "I'm sick of these angels going all kill crazy! Of course I'd risk my life for Ruth! I'd risk it for Sam too but they don't want to kill him!"

"Of course not," Castiel answered matter-of-factly. "They want him as a vessel for the apocalypse."

"Would we even stand a chance fighting this Harachel guy?" Sam asked. Castiel shook his head. "He has too many angels listening to him. They just take their orders, not even caring that they're about to kill a fifteen year old girl."

I got out of the bed and went into the bathroom to change into my clothes quickly. We couldn't waste any time getting to Ruth. "We're leaving."

….

Sam called Ruth on the way to the motel room she and Sam had been sharing but she didn't answer, which just made me more nervous. "Try again." I ordered.

"We've already tried calling her three times." Sam replied. "Relax, we're only a few minutes away. Cass is probably there right now, anyway."

We pulled into the motel and Sam got out his key to the motel room. He couldn't get it into the lock fast enough. He opened the door to find Castiel sitting on the bed next to a slightly annoyed Ruth. Sam shot me an I-Told-You-So look. I returned it with a sarcastic smile.

Castiel stood up and walked over to us. "I told her everything." He announced. I nodded, though slightly irritated. It was always my job to share important information with Ruth. I gave him my best Don't Test Me glare.

I walked over and sat next to Ruth as Sam and Cass continued to talk. "Is it true?" She asked, disappointed when I nodded. "Now what?"

Honestly, I had no idea. None of us really wanted to be fending off angels for the rest of our lives. We really needed another plan.

Sam joined us, the same thought obviously crossing his mind. "We could always summon him here and try to talk with him?" That's my Sammy, always trying to keep the piece between a psychotic killer and its target. I shrugged. "That would be kind of dangerous with Ruth here."

"You said he wants to kill me because I would get in the way of Michael's vessel, right?" Ruth piped up. "Yes…" I didn't know where she was going with this…

"Well, maybe if Michael used me instead of you as a vessel, Har-whatever guy then he would let me live. Then we would all-"

"NO!" I jumped up. "No freakin' way. I wouldn't let you do that! We'll fight off all of these angels if we have to."

"She's not a possible vessel, right?" I turned to Castiel. "Actually, she is." He said. "She does have your father's bloodline. It's possible."

"You are NOT saying yes." I growled at her. "Fine." She glared at me and walked into the small motel bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

"Okay, summon the angel and I'll take Ruth to Bobby's." I said, grabbing my keys and knocking on the bathroom door until Ruth came out angrily.

….

"I still don't understand why I have to go to Uncle Bobby's." Ruth stated for the fifth time.

"Because," I answered for the fifth time. "It's not safe for you to be with us when we summon the angel that wants you dead!"

Thankfully, Bobby's place appeared on the road up ahead soon after the seventh "I don't understand." I pulled in through the maze of cars as Bobby came out to greet us.

"Thanks a lot for this Bobby." I told him as I got out of the car.

"Don't mention it." He replied, putting his arm around Ruth as she walked up. "Ruth and I will get along just fine. You boys just be careful." He said sternly as I got back in the Impala. I waved as I backed out before heading back to the motel.

Poor Ruth probably thought we didn't trust her. Really, Sam and I both just wanted her to be safe. What brother wouldn't? Ruth didn't seem to see it that way, but that's teenage girls for you. I think. I really haven't been around them much (I never stuck with a girl long enough…) and Ruth's circumstances weren't exactly normal. I could only hope she understood 'cause I wasn't about to have a touchy-feely conversation with her about it. Hell, she wouldn't have even have had "The Talk" if it wasn't for Health Class at one of her schools.

A few hours later I pulled into the motel to find Sam outside crawling around in the grass. Huh, I thought. Don't see that very often. Maybe he's drunk. Disappointed, I realized he and Cass were getting what was needed for the summoning ritual, which seemed to include something that forced Sam to crawl around outside the motel.

"Don't ask." Sam said, irritated, as he went back to his search. "Why Castiel couldn't just find his own snail blessed by a priest for us…" He muttered.

"Uh, maybe because there isn't a single "blessed snail" in the world, genius?" Sam just glared and continued his odd task as I headed into the room to see how Cass was doing.

The angel looked up as I entered and went back to the symbols he was drawing on the table. "Hello, Dean."

"Hey," I replied. "Can I do anything to speed this along?"

"No. I am just waiting on the snail."

At this moment, Sam barged in breathless. "I found it!" In his hand was a small snail, probably the size of my fingernail.

"I assume you've had it blessed?" Castiel didn't even look up.

"Wha- no! How would I even find a priest to bless a snail?" Castiel stood up and examined the snail, before disappearing with it. He returned moments later and set it in the bowl on the table, along with the rest of the necessary ingredients.

"We are prepared to begin the summoning." He began speaking a strange language, unlike any I'd ever heard. A good amount into it, we were interrupted by my cell phone ringing. I pulled it out- pausing to listen to a few seconds of my new Led Zeppelin ringtone- before answering it.

It was Bobby. "We're a little busy, Bobby. Summoning a demon, remember?" I realized something was up when Bobby didn't retaliate with one of his usual cracks about idgits and idiots.

"Bobby," I said seriously. "Did something happen to Ruth?"

Bobby finally answered. "Ruth's fine, boy."

"Then what are you calling about? I don't have all day!"

Bobby hesitated. "Ruth's fine… physically."

"Physically? What the are you talking about? Spit it out, already, I'm not getting any younger!"

"I mean, she's acting really… strange."

"She's a teenager; they're supposed to act strange, right?"

Castiel and Sam were both listening intently to the conversation now.

"Yes, but she- she walked out back of the house this morning mumbling to herself about certain angels and things they were saying. Honestly, I don't know how she knew all that stuff. Then, I asked her if she wanted dinner and she said 'No, thank you. I don't require nourishment' and I don't know what happened to that girl since you dropped her off earlier today. You should really come check it out."

I sighed. "Okay, yeah. But will you put her on the phone?"

"Yeah, hold on." There was rustling as he handed the phone to Ruth.

"Ruth?" I asked.

"Hello, Dean Winchester." She greeted cheerfully.

"Uh, hello to you too, Ruth. Do you feel okay?"

"I am in good health, if that is your inquisition." She answered.

Oh my cherry friggin' pie. She was acting strange. "Bye, Ruth." I put my phone away and turned to Sam. "We got a problem. Ruth is acting really weird."

Sam turned ghost white. "What do you mean?"

"Well. Uh, how do I explain this? I guess, she's… talking… like Cass."

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