Chapter 15

Later that night after Pamela went back to her motel room, and when everyone was asleep, Sam sat on his laptop while he was sitting at the dining room table in the dark. The only light came from the computer screen.

Now that he had his abilities at top notch, he figured he would continue to look for the demon he had been spotting before.

His mouth curled into a satisfied smile when he saw that the demon was still practically on top of them. Good. He would try to convince Dean to look into it tomorrow night. He'd have to do some serious begging with Dean, he knew, but this had to be done.

He had to save Dean.

"Hey there, Sam." A female voice greeted, making Sam whirl around to see who had intruded on his privacy.

He tensed when he saw Ruby standing in the threshold between the dining room and living room with her arms crossed over her chest.

"What do you want?" Sam demanded.

"Everyone seems to ask me that, and honestly I'm all out of witty retorts so can we skip that question please?" Ruby replied playfully.

Sam didn't look amused as he made his way to his feet and towered over her.

"You seem different Sam." Ruby said with a coy smile.

"What do you want?" Sam repeated dangerously.

Ruby shrugged, "There's a demon in town."

"I know this." Sam said simply.

"And you're ignoring it?" Ruby asked with disbelief.

"No," Sam responded, "we're checking it out tomorrow."

"Well don't." Ruby said simply, and in all seriousness.

Sam rolled his eyes impatiently, "And why the hell not?"

"Because this one's nothing. He's too easy." Ruby replied with a chuckle.

"Good," Sam said with a shrug, "He'll crack easier. The faster he cracks, the faster we can get Dean out of his deal."

"No…this one's child's play." Ruby snapped.

"What do you suggest we do, then?" Sam asked bitterly.

"I suggest you dump the kid and get the damn colt!" Ruby spat.

"The kid is my son!" Sam defended.

"And Dean's your brother, and you're not gonna do him any good without the colt, smartass!" Ruby said angrily.

"I don't need the colt." Sam replied as a smile spread across his face.

"You don't!" Ruby said as she pointed a finger at his chest, "But Dean does!"

Sam couldn't argue with that, right now Dean was completely defenseless if it ever came to a demon attack.

"Fine." Sam said in surrender, "but I'm still going after the demon here tomorrow."

Ruby rolled her eyes impatiently, "whatever gets you off…but get to work on looking for the colt ASAP, Sam."

Sam nodded, and his face contorted into a frown.

Ruby on the other hand stepped forward confidently with a smile on her face.

"I know you can feel it, Sam." Ruby said in a tiny whisper, "You know what you can do now."

Sam nodded, "Yea, I know." He said brokenly.

"So why on earth are you looking for demons, Sam?" Ruby asked teasingly, "You know you could just summon one."

Sam's heart clenched at her words, and a lump formed in his throat but he swallowed it away so he could reply.

"That's one ability I won't ever use!" Sam choked out threateningly.

Ruby chuckled, "Even if it'll help Dean?"

A few moments passed, and Sam didn't say anything. In all honesty, he wasn't entirely sure if he'd use that ability if it meant saving Dean. That ability scared the crap out of him.

"Ah," Ruby said as she took a step back, "So Sam Winchester does have his limits."

Sam rolled his eyes, "Don't do that!"

"No!" Ruby snapped, her face suddenly serious, "I need to know that you're in this all the way, Sam. All the way!"

Sam choked; he couldn't seem to find his voice, so Ruby continued.

"I need to know that you'll do whatever you have to with the kid, and go after the colt the moment you get wind of it. Then you two can go after whatever demon you want, and find out who owns your brothers' soul. Got it?"

Sam sighed, as much as he hated Ruby he had to admit she was right. Even if her methods seemed a bit harsh, she definitely had her ways of getting things done.

Sam nodded in defeat, but didn't answer.

"You'll use whatever means necessary to get answers? Even if it means using your psychic thing?" Ruby asked, testing Sam's boundaries.

Again, Sam nodded and didn't say anything.

"Say it." Ruby snapped.

Sam rolled his eyes impatiently, and a moment of silence came to the room while he thought how to word his promise.

"I promise to do whatever it takes to save Dean. There, satisfied?"

Ruby nodded, and flashed Sam a satisfied smile.

"Good…then lemmie know when you get your hands on the colt, alright?"

Sam shrugged, "Whatever."

With that, Ruby suddenly vanished, leaving Sam alone in the dining room with only the soft glow of the computer screen as light.

Sam sat back down in the chair in front of his laptop and sighed. He knew he would do whatever it took to save Dean, but now he also had Clay to consider.

What would he do with Clay when he and Dean went after the colt?

They couldn't just take him with them; Abigail would be back some day. And if it was a day when they were out chasing the colt, Abigail would be upset.

And they couldn't just leave him because who would babysit? Tammy the neighbor? Or Pamela?

Sam had a feeling that Pamela wouldn't be too keen on babysitting, so would he have to ask Tammy? Would Abigail be alright with Sam and Dean just up and leaving Clay with their neighbor? Probably not.

Even worse than that was Clay's imposing destiny which Sam took a glimpse into the previous night.

Sam sighed deeply as the memory came to mind.

Sam and Clay stood in the living room of Abigail's house in the middle of the night. It was dark, and yet Sam could see as clearly as if it were day.

The room looked horrible, as if a fight had ensued or a tornado passed through. The leather couch was ripped, and it was flipped upside down. The coffee table that was once in the middle of the room now lay in two pieces, one half was crashed into a wall, and the other half was thrown out of sight. The plasma TV had fallen from the wall and now lay cracked and broken on the floor.

And directly in front of Sam, stood Clay.

He didn't look like his usual innocent self. His brown hair was caked to his face from his sweat, and he looked rather pale. But that wasn't the worst of it; he looked upon Sam with a great level of hatred, but his smile signified that he was pleased.

At Clay's feet lay Abigail's battered and bloody body, her eyes wide and unseeing as she stared up at Clay accusingly.

To Sam's horror, Dean lay dead by the wall next to the broken television. His eyes were closed, but his body was battered and twisted in awkward angles that made Sam a little queasy.

"You gonna kill me dad?" Clay asked teasingly. The blood on his shirt seemed to be mocking Sam.

Sam then held up the .45 in his hand, and aimed it directly at Clay's chest.

"I don't want to," Sam muttered as a tear escaped his eye, "but I don't have a choice."

With that, Sam squeezed the trigger and shot Clay right in the heart.

Hehe, 2 chapters in 1 night? I'm amazing! Hehe. Or am I absolutely horrible for leaving you like that? Hmm.

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