If they were mine I would have more money now. I don't…

Supernatural

Dean came to, white hot pain radiating from his leg and wrist, to see a familiar dark haired girl looking at him. He groaned, not wanting to see her, and said, "You're not the type of nurse I expected."

"Well, you're not exactly the ideal patient," Ruby retorted as she removed his belt. He was too weak to stop her, she could possibly do anything she wanted then and he probably wouldn't (definitely couldn't) stop her. Instead he murmured, "Making a move on an injured man is frowned upon in some societies."

"I'm making a tourniquet to stop you from bleeding to death. You have a knife wound, in case you haven't noticed…"

"I feel the pain, of course I noticed." Dean tried to hold in a gasp of pain as the demon pulled hard on the belt. Black dots were threatening to overtake him and before he could fight back they pulled him under.

When he came to again, he estimated a good five, six minutes later, he heard Ruby talking to someone. His leg was still hurting, his wrist worst, but he ignored those pains to listen to the conversation.

"…always hated you Ruby," Ava's voice said. Dean could almost hear the venom dripping off the words.

"What can I say; I have that affect on people. But, you already knew that Ava," Ruby replied sarcasm in her voice.

"Why Alastair wanted you here is beyond me." the two demons (hell bitches more like) were circling each other. Dean could hear their heels clicking-he never understood why woman wore heels. All they needed was one wrong step and their ankle would end up twisted or worse-they reminded him of rapid animals.

He opened his eyes, the room blurry, and lifted his head ever so slightly to see both women. As the room became clearer he saw that they both were staring daggers at each other, both looked like they were about to start fighting.

"Alastair likes me, I guess," Ruby replied lightly. Even if her voice was casual her expression was murderous, but not as murderous as Ava's, who possessed the brunette again. God, bitch, you are worse than any normal woman. They change clothes, you change bodies. What next, you'll be a red head?

"Alastair hates you. He's probably going to kill you; I still say he should have killed you when he last had you. Why he didn't…? You have been corrupted Ruby, helping scum like the Winchesters."

"Who else would I help? You?" Dean could hear the laugh in Ruby's voice. Even though he hated her, couldn't stand her to the ends of the earth, he had to respect her.

"We could have taken the world together. You, me, Joshua… but no, you went on your 'save the humans' crusade and Joshua joined forces with the angels…"

"Oh, is Ava pissed off because everyone abandoned her? Grow up, already. You've been alive for, what, three hundred years."

"Ruby don't push me, I really am not in the mood."

"What are you going to do? Going to kill me?" Ruby stopped her back to Dean. "Bring it on, Ava. I dare you." Ava let out a scream and tackled Ruby. Both girls landed on Dean, right on his injured leg, his scream mixed with theirs and he was out.

When he came to a third time, his head spinning and feeling like he was going to puke, he heard screams. There was an unmistakable sound of someone hitting flesh, and then Ruby exclaimed, "Keep hitting me, I dare you." To which Ava screamed again, and-what it sounded like to Dean ears-kicked Ruby in the ribs. Before he could hear what else was about to happen, his leg throbbed in enough pain to send him under a forth time.

When he resurfaced again, it was to someone saying, "Ava, calm down." Dean opened his heavy eyelids, the room blurry and not getting any clearer any time soon, to see Ava getting pulled out of the room by two big demons. She was screaming in Latin, words that Dean didn't quite know the meaning to but thought might be swear words.

The two demons yanked Ava out the door, slamming it behind her. Dean wasn't sure what happened to Ruby, didn't really have the energy to sit up and find out, but still had enough to say, "Are you okay?"

There was silence for a good two minutes, and then a familiar voice said very weakly, "Never piss that bitch off." Ruby pushed herself to her feet, staggering over to Dean. She dropped right at the edge of the cot, leaning her head back to rest on the mattress. Dean couldn't quite see her, but he had a feeling she wasn't in any shape to help him. Nor was he in any shape to help her.

"You know," he commented, figuring if he kept talking he wouldn't pass out again, "if you guys had mud that would be a hell of a show." He was smirking, just thinking of two she-demons mud wrestling. It would have been a show, one that Sam would have scoffed at but still would have enjoyed. The kid is a perve; it runs in the Winchester blood. He was remembering when he and his dad, about a year after Sam left for college, were running a job in Washington… That bartender was one hellava…

"You're a pervert," Ruby said quietly, bringing Dean back to reality.

"What, it is a manly goal in life. To see two women mud wrestle; preferably naked but bikinis are okay…"

"Please shut up," Ruby snapped her breathing labored.

"Fine, I'll shut up. Jeez, it's not like I asked you to be the model…"

"Dean." Her voice was full of warning. That's all Dean needed was to be knocked out by an injured demon. It was bad enough Alastair's kid was knocking the crap out of him.

"I'd help you out, but I'm pretty much down," Dean muttered as the room spun again just to prove his point.

"It's fine…" Ruby replied less scorn in her voice than normal. It was a nice change, to not have a demon threatening him. Almost relaxing.

"So, what'd she do to you?" Dean asked still trying to stay awake. The black dots were threatening to take over again and, even though he wouldn't admit it, he was afraid of where he'd wake up next. If Ava would take advantage of his unconsciousness. The thought of it sent a shiver up his spine and made the room spin again.

"She didn't do much. Probably broke a couple ribs, I think my nose it broken… I'll have a few bruises, but who cares. I'll be fine in a few hours; demons have a higher healing rate than humans."

"You'll be fine, but what about that body? I mean, that girl had to of gone through hell…"

"Relax, Winchester, this girl was brain dead when I took over her. Your baby bro wouldn't talk to me unless I took over a body close to death. Too bad you were already dead; I could have used you…"

"Uh, no thanks. You two always flirting, I couldn't stomach it," Dean murmured pushing the image out of his head.

"I was kidding. I couldn't be you. The smell alone would kill me."

"I would take the bait, but I feel like shit so whatever."

"Yeah, well, I'm tired too, so we'll call a truce for now," Ruby commented. She hadn't moved her head an inch, her hair brushing Dean's arm. He would have moved his arm, but it was much better just to stay still.

"Fine, truce." He felt himself slipping again and he knew no amount of talking would keep him conscious for long but he could try. "So, Ava is really three-hundred years old?"

"Give or take, I have no idea. I only knew her for a short time when we were younger."

"How old are you?" Dean asked curiously, the black dots were back but he was fighting them.

"Old enough," Ruby replied evasively.

"What did Ava mean about Joshua joining forces with the angels? Who the hell is this Josh guy? Her boyfriend?"

"No, her brother," Ruby said her voice sounding weaker than normal. She was slipping like Dean was.

"Alastair has a son?" Dean wasn't that shocked, of course Alastair had a son. Ava couldn't be his only twisted offspring.

"Yeah, he's the oldest."

"And he joined up with the angels?"

"Yeah, it was the worst day of Alastair's life."

"Why would he do that?" Dean was actually thinking of Sam, who had left the family just to go to college. Not that his favorite hobby was to compare his family to demons, but that's what came to mind. I wonder, like Sam, if Josh can be pulled back into hell.

"I don't know. You'd have to ask Ava or Alastair."

"Yeah, I really want to share family history with demons who want me dead," Dean said under his breath. Ruby chuckled softly, which turned into a cough.

"You gonna live?" Dean asked when she finally cut off after several moments. Instead of answering Ruby groaned slightly and slipped to the floor, her head leaving the cot.

"Ruby?" no answer. Great, it's just me, myself, and I. The black dots were back and without a distraction he couldn't fight them anymore. With one final effort, which was a weak attempt, he tried to fight back. He lost and the darkness engulfed him.