Fear is the Worst Enemy

"Just because I'm hurting, doesn't mean I'm hurt."-Coldplay

A/N: I'm so sorry my updates haven't been very frequent. I am taking 2 of the hardest classes at my university. I have like butt loads of homework! :/I will try to update when ever I have a free moment(: Also, thanks for the review!

On to the story! I hope yall like this chapter!

The silent rumble of the truck's engine irked Dean Winchester to no end. His baby had a growl, an engine to be proud of, one that made people's heads turn and stare at her in admiration. This car—if it could be called a car—made it's way silently through the world; it was almost as bad as one of those douchey sports cars that people drove now a days. He hated this truck. He wanted the Impala. His baby was the main thing he ad Lisa argued about. They would spend hours arguing about her, but Dean always ceded, thinking of what Sam would say if he saw Dean arguing with the one person Sammy had begged him to go live with. The one thing Dean refused to give into was Lisa's insane idea of getting ride of the impala. That was Dean's home; he had lived there his whole life. It was the one place that he could imagine Sam sitting in, reading some book, sleeping, talking…god Bobby was right. He was growing lady parts.

He glanced out his window, reflecting on everything that had happened in his life; for the millionth time he found himself trying to find where everything had gone wrong? So many moments he could have changed, should have changed, but didn't. The pitch-black sky reminded him of where Sammy was, in the darkest place in the depths of Hell. He didn't understand why he was thinking about Sam so much this past month. It hurt too much for him, but his mind insisted on it. It was an emotional torture that his mind continually dished out.

The small motel was in the middle of the town Dean was currently traveling through. It was rundown, probably crappy rooms, but as he pulled in he couldn't help but smile. The familiarity of a motel pulled something from his soul. He was a hunter again, the shitty motels and everything. He was slowly putting his life back together. He could do this, he hoped.

_SPN_

He glanced around the small room before he stood from the chair. It was time he put some of his other skills to use. It had been a while since he'd hustled pool for money. He always won against his friends back in Indiana, but he missed the bar scene. He grabbed this lame truck's keys, his leather jacket, and his gun, and then headed out to win some money. The moment he stepped out from his room, pain cascaded from the side of his head and all went dark for a few minutes.

When he came too, he was aware that he was no longer in front of the dingy motel room, but behind it. Also, someone was straddling him and oh yeah, there was the prick of a knife against his throat.

"Well, look who decided to come out and play. Haven't seen ya in a while Dean. I was starting to think you'd settled down, gotten some normal life…which, buy the way,"—the woman astride him leaned down to whisper into his ear—"would have been no fun for me." she let out a chilling laugh while she pulled herself back up. "I gotta say Dean, you look good. This meat suit I'm in, she gets all…warm staring at you."

Confusion cascaded in Dean's mind. This woman fit the description that Lisa had mentioned. Who the hell was she? "Oh, come on Dean. Being outta the game couldn't have affected your memory this badly." Her pupils suddenly expanded, taking over every part of her eyes.

"Demon." He growled to her. Shit, this isn't good.

"Well, took ya long enough. I'm kinda offended though. I mean you don't even recognize me? We had so much fun back before you sent my daddy back down to hell." She growled.

"Ruby?" Ruby was dead, what the hell?

"Here we go again…think a little further back. I mean Sam recognized me immediately."

Dean visibly flinched at the mention of Sam's name, but then realization dawned on him. "Meg." Anger trickled into his blood stream. All he could see was a red haze surrounding the demon.

"Aww, you remember me! I'm so flattered." The pressure around his neck disappeared and she held up the knife in her hand. "Like my knew weapon. I was so happy to have gotten it." Her smirk made Dean's stomach churn with unease as he glanced to the knife in her hand. There, his eyes found Ruby's demon killing blade.

"That's Bobby's." He growled. If Meg had hurt Bobby, she was beyond dead.

For the first time, he seemed to have confused her. Her laughing stopped, and she titled her head in confusion. "Wait, you think I got this from Bobby? Oh this it just rich. I mean, Sammy was a mess and all, but this just takes the cake baby." Meg says. The anger in Dean flared as she mentioned Sammy. Had she listened to him while Lucifer tortured him? "I mean, I remember going down there a few times just to hear him scream. Did you know, that you could hear it through all of Hell? There wasn't a single corner in Hell where you could go and not hear Sam's desperate cries. It was…" she let out a longing sigh. "Nothing compared to actually being the one to make him scream, which if I can just say so myself big boy, is hard to do. I mean, Lucifer really did a number on the guy, but I'm persistent and Alastair taught me so well…" Dean froze at her words, his mind refusing to believe what a demon was telling him, but his heart reminding him of the words he had told Jo so long ago:

"Dean, I know demons lie, but do they ever tell the truth too?

"Uh, um, yeah, sometimes, I guess. Especially if they know it'll mess with your head."

"You're lying." He spat into her face. She smiled at him, a smile that reminded him of a lioness getting ready to pounce onto her prey.

"Oh Dean-o… I'm so not. Sammy's been back for a month… and I just killed him." She gestured with a nod of her head at her shirt—a shirt he noticed was covered in blood. "This…all his." No, no, no, no, no, no, no…NO! Dean's mind refused to comprehend anything she said after mentioning how Sam was alive, until she mentioned the blood on her shirt. Sam's blood. Dean felt a rage stronger than any he had felt since after Sam jumped.

Meg realized her mistake the minute she mentioned it was Sam's blood on her shirt. The change in Dean shocked her. He immediately lashed against her, and in a brief tussle, he had the knife and she was smoking out. How the hell had he disarmed her? The anger that was inside her was magnifying. Dean Winchester would die, just like his brother, if it was the last thing she would do.

A/N: Uh oh…is Sam alive or has Meg killed him? Hope yall enjoyed! Please review, good or bad. They make my day(: I will try to update tomorrow with another chapter, then I won't be able to update for the rest of the week!