A.N Hey guys, so this chapter was going well I had half of it written then my computer decided to delete it. So I had to completely rewrite the whole thing! But that's okay. Now that the school year is winding down I am starting to get more chances to write and hopefully soon I will be able to get a chapter up every week!

I've had a major freak out lately! I have tested for my black belt, prepared for my sister's graduation and both her open houses, finished school and exams, and my mom has had two surgeries in a two week period so I have been helping her out. It's safe to say that I have been a tad busy, but don't worry I haven't forgotten about you guy!

The song that has inspired me is a Led Zeppelin song, that I have known ever since I was little. And I love it so much! Then I realized that it is also Dean's favorite song, and it fit's the story with the search for Ruth.

"I'm goin' 'round the world, I got to find my girl, on my way, I've been this way ten years to the day, Ramble on, Gotta find the queen of all my dreams," –Led Zeppelin

Chapter Four: "Ramble On"

"She was barely any help." Nick muttered as he turned to Aaron and Zak, "did you get any good material?"

Aaron shook his head, "Dude, I'm pretty sure she is stoned." He said with a laugh as he looked back to the scandalously clad woman, whose muffin top was falling out of her mini skirt. He cringed slightly as she lit a cigarette and gave him a yellow toothed grin and waved slightly. He quickly looked away and turned to his fellow investigators, "Luckily we got a bunch of other interviews that gave a lot of great evidence, and tonight will be great for a lockdown not a cloud sight." Aaron said optimistically.

They had been in Traverse City for three days and frankly Aaron was itching to start the lock down. "Let's just go back to the hotel and get a nap, before the lockdown…" Nick said with a yawn. Aaron too felt fatigued and nodded. Without another word they packed up their equipment into their car and piled into the car and began driving to their hotel.

They made it to the hotel and entered while talking about the location and the interviews. Aaron and Nick were talking about the interviews they thought were good enough to use for the show. But Zak just followed.

He quietly broke away from his friends and entered his dark hotel room number 666. Go figure. He ignored that fact and entered, the shades were shut but sunlight still peeked through the sides of the window. Throwing his jacket down, he began undressing. He stripped off his shirt and changed his black jeans into a pair of red basketball shorts. His boxers poking out of the top though he didn't care, he simply threw himself on his bed and curled up under the duvet. Setting an alarm he laid back down and sighed.

He knew what was to come to him, nightmares. But not the usual childlike nightmare, these were heart wrenching, mind bogglingly horrid that every time he had one he felt as if he was possessed. Though he was so tired, he needed sleep. And against his better judgment he fell asleep.

His unconscious mind kicked in and he found himself in a completely dark place, he tried to move but no matter how much he struggled he couldn't break free from what felt like a vice holding him in place. He screamed but no one came to his calls, no one was there to answer them.

Until he heard it the laugh that made him freeze, made every wail catch in his throat, leaving him unable to call to anyone for help. The booming laugh made the ground under Zak's feet shake. His ear drums felt like they were about to burst from the loud noise that filled the area that Zak now inhabited. He wanted to run far away, never to return, but he couldn't. No matter how much he wanted to, his legs would not carry him.

Zak's heart was racing, his vision felt blurry, but he couldn't tell through the darkness. He finally found his voice, he began screaming at the top of his lungs. And he continued to scream, his throat burning, his lungs feeling constricted.

"Shut the hell up! Good Lord!" Zak quickly stopped screaming and stood frozen in fear. "Good boy, Zachary." The deep threatening voice said with a laugh.

"Who are..." Zak began but was quickly cut off.

"Isn't it obvious? You should know who I am, the world should quake in fear when they hear my voice!" The voice yelled. "I am Beelzebub bitch, the rightful king of Hell!" Beelzebub snapped.

Zak stood in fear not able to talk. "Zachary Bagans, hunting ghosts and demons for a living. You are like a television hunter?"

Confused Zak was able to mutter one word, "Hunter?"

"Yes you idiotic bastard. Just like those Hell bound Winchesters." Beelzebub said in disgust, "Sam, the rightful vessel for my little brother. And Dean, the star pupil of Alastair, and the rightful vessel for my older dickish brother Michael." Zak felt his body go cold at the mention of the Winchesters.

"Beelzebub... I thought that was another name for Lucifer?" Zak asked quietly.

"Me? Little Luci?" Beelzebub asked as he began laughing, "I fell with my brother, I stood beside him as he battled Michael. I have made battle plans! I have helped him. But I got sick of being known as Luci's right hand man. So I rose up, created a Civil War in Hell. And I was locked away as punishment. But... My other brothers, the other five demons, have released me. And all I need is the souls from seven, to rule. Starting with that little bitch. Ruth."

Zak shook in fear, "What do you want with me?" He asked as tears sprang to his eyes.

"Isn't it obvious Zak? I thought I was being so very clear…" The voice said sweetly, "I want your soul!" Beelzebub said as fire erupted at Zak's feet. A loud laugh made the man shudder as sweat beaded on his face as he tried to move once more, "I've been with you for a while now Zak. Don't you remember at Bobby Mackey's the three scratches. Well that was me you worthless bastard. One line for me and two for my brothers that fell from Heaven with me. We have the bitch. And I will be waiting. Waiting to take back what is rightfully mine. I will regain my place as the rightful king of Hell. And the Earth shall chant my name."

The fire started at Zak's feet as soon the whole room was flames, "And all I need is a few simple souls." The fire over took Zak as painful burning made him cry out in pain. Harsh pains shoot up his body as he wailed in agony. Like viper venom it rose through his body, eating away the flesh. His only wish was to die of smoke inhalation, but he had no such luck. The fire was now covering his body, though he wasn't dying. The fire ate him. Zak closed his eyes, and let out one last scream.

Zak opened his eyes and thrashed wildly against his bed. Cold steel met his naked body as he stopped thrashing. He couldn't move his arms and legs, they were tied to either side of the metal table. Then he saw it, a small man in front of him, a saw in hand, he was leaning over a table of medieval looking devices. "Good morning, sleeping beauty." The man said in a thick slur, not looking up to Zak. The man placed the saw down as his hands wavered slightly over the table of torture tools, he hummed a sweet tune that made Zak shiver. He knew the sweet melody but he couldn't place the song.

The man finally lifted up a pair of pliers and turned to Zak. His eyes sickly white, Zak stared dumb founded at them, but then flicked back to a normal eye, with a brown iris. "So I see you like my eyes?" The man said in a slur. He walked over and stood over Zak, "Let me guess? Buff macho hunter?" He asked, the man was gangly and short, but strangely intimidating.

Zak flailed once more trying to break free, "Oh just calm down, those bonds were tightened by me, and I wouldn't try to break out." He said with a laugh. "I usually torture because it's my job. And don't get me wrong I love each and every day of it. But I have to say you are my favorite person to torture. Well beside John and his screaming son Dean." The man made a face then shook his head, "So much blood, and may I say unlike his father, Dean didn't know how to keep his mouth shut. Man was he a screamer!" He said with a chuckle.

Zak whimpered as the man carefully used the pliers and pulled them across Zak's exposed abdomen. His mind raced as he tried to think of a way out but his thoughts were soon interrupted when the man pried his mouth open and grabbed one of Zak's molars with the pliers and shushed Zak's muffled pleads, and sorrowful whimpers. "Zachary, please, stay quite." The man said with a deep lisp. Zak's blue eyes looked here and there as he felt tension on his tooth, he tried to scream but his lungs wouldn't let him.

He felt a rip as sharp excruciating pain shot from his mouth and through his whole jaw. He screamed in pain as the man held Zak's now missing tooth in the pliers. He chuckled as Zak began choking on his own blood, he gagged and heaved attempting to not swallow the blood and saliva mixture that was in his mouth.

The man beside him took a turkey baster and shoved it into his mouth and sucked out the blood with it, "You can't die on me, well not yet at least," The man explained, with a chuckle as if he was proud with his morbid remark.

Zak's mind raced with questions, to who this man was? What he wanted? And even what was he? As if the white eyed man could read Zak's mind, he began explaining his sinister intentions, "I'm Alastor. Many know me as Alastair, I do all the touring in Hell, and as you can see, I am gifted." He said as he spread his hands as if showing Zak off as his work. The demon picked up a knife from the table and slowly stuck in in Zak's ribs. A scream came from Zak as the knife pierced through his flesh and muscle. Alastair smiled as he twisted the blade then pulled it from its new holster which just so happened to be Zak's rib cage.

The man lifted up the silver knife and wiped the scarlet liquid that encased the metal with a white cloth. He set the cloth back to the silver metal tray and stared down at Zak with an emotionless expression.

Blood rapidly oozed from the wound, as pain shot through Zak's side. "My, my, Zachary." Alastair began as he set the knife done, "You sure bleed a lot." He thread a needle and stuck it into Zak's new wound.

He wanted to scream in pain but he felt too weak to do so. So there he lay, biting the inside of his cheek, attempting to grip for some sort of material. The white eyed demon, Alastair, soon finished sewing Zak's wound shut and stared down at his work.

"This is just the beginning, once Beelzebub finishes the task at hand, I will see you in Hell., at noon, on my table for a nice date." Alastair said with a chuckle, "Right after I have a nice reunion with my star pupil." The man looked grim as if the loss of his favorite pupil was a large one.

The man lifted the knife up once more and pursed his lips, "Tell Dean, that Alastair says hi." He flashed a smile as he set the knife to Zak's throat and with a grin slit Zak's throat.

Zak flailed and felt no restrains on his arms, and legs. He sat up abruptly; he looked around the dark room and moved his hands over the floral duvet that covered his legs. He sighed as he realized he was back into the hotel room. A cold sweat encased Zak's whole body as he ran his fingers through his spiked black hair that now stood on end.

Zak moved his hands around his bare torso attempting to see if he had any traces of his dream. He felt nothing until he came to his middle he felt a small imperfection. He stood up and with shaky knees and slowly made his way over to the mirror that was on the cream colored wall. He stared at his reflection and moved his hand over the imperfection on his ribs.

His hands felt the wound, as he felt a sweat encase his body once more. He ran shaky finger tips over it, as he realized it was a scar that what appeared to be from poorly done stitches. Breathe caught in his lungs as he frantically tried to make his way to his bed, but he fell to his knees before he could make it.

Slowly he crawled to the side of the bed and opened the table drawer beside his bed. He stared inside and his eyes landed on the brown cover bound book, with a shaky hand he lifted up the book that on the cover in gold lettering said two words, "Holy Bible."

He propped himself up on the bed with his elbows then brought the book to his forehead. Tears flowed from his dark blue eyes and down his cheeks as he tried to find his voice. Though he couldn't speak through the tears, he soon was able to speak. And a prayer that he had not said in a while graced his quivering lips.

It had been so long since he had said the prayer that he assumed he wouldn't remember it, but just like riding a bike, the words came back to him. With each word he felt as if his nightmare was slowly leaving him.

He finished the prayer, feeling slightly calmer. He set the book back into the drawer with a quivering hand and slowly crawled into bed. His body shook, and chills filled him, but he was too fatigued to care. As much as Zak wanted to give up he knew he couldn't he had to continue through this, and whoever Ruth was, he was going to find her.

But first he needed sleep. Zak hoped and prayed that a nightmare wouldn't haunt him, but he knew one would. Though nothing haunted him, all he heard was one simple sentence as he drifted off to sleep, "My name is Leia, and I am here to protect you."

"Look at this," Sam said as he looked up from his laptop screen, "A woman goes missing after she goes for a jog. Two weeks later her body is found in the front lawn of the hospital, heart ripped out, body drained of all its blood, and best of all her head was gone. Only way they could tell it was her was from fingerprints."

Dean lifted his head from the bed, "So what are we looking at? Some vampire, werewolf, hybrid? Man I want to see what that would look like."

"Not sure. I will check lore, and local history and see if anything comes up that has any relation to that." Sam said.

"Okay, you do that and I will nap." Dean said as he lay back down and closed his eyes. Though he was awoken by something hitting his chest. He opened his eyes and stared up at his younger brother, "What the hell?"

"Check dad's journal, Dean." He said as he sat back down.

"Check dad's journal, Dean…" Dean mocked under his breathe, as he sat up and began flipping through the pages. His thoughts went back to all the nights that he would lie in bed and watch his father sit at a motel room table; half drank beer beside him, as he wrote in his journal.

Young Dean would wonder what his father wrote and hoped that one day he would be able to read about all of the adventures his father had. But once he had read his father's words he wished he had never laid eyes on it. He missed his father, and every time he had to make a choice he always asked himself, 'What would dad do?' Though most of the time he feels as if he always picks the wrong option.

"Find anything Dean?" Sam asked snapping Dean back to reality. Dean stared down at the book, he had flipped through twenty pages and hadn't even read anything. He shook his head and began rereading it. Though he found nothing, he hated that this was going nowhere. He couldn't let Bobby down let alone having to call him and tell him that Ruth was dead.

He wasn't going to do that, so he had to find this girl, and he had to find her alive. Dean kept telling himself that she would be okay, but he had his doubts. "We need to go and look for Ruth tomorrow." Dean said abruptly.

"Dean, we can't go in there without knowing what we are dealing with."

"Sammy, we can't just let that girl die. So I say we stock up on holy water, rock salt, and silver blades and we kill this son-of-a-bitch, before is kills her." Dean said. Sam felt torn he knew Dean had a point but he didn't want to go in there blindly. "You're either with me, or I will go in there alone. Don't think I won't."

"Fine, Dean," Sam said as he continued to search the internet.

"I will go get some supper." Dean said as he stood up and left the room, leaving Sam alone. Sam shut his laptop and placed his head in his hands. He had been surfing the internet for two hours and barely had any explanation. He knew Dean was right he only wished that Dean would ask Sam for an opinion.

A/N. I will have another chapter up by Monday! Promise! So just wait. And in the next chapter both the Ghost Adventure's cast and the Winchester brothers will enter the hospital. So just wait!