Disclaimer: Supernatural isn't mine, never was, probably never will be (sadness).

I spent the weekend in Atlanta at the Supernatural Convention and I got to meet the Supernatural actors! Eek! In honor of meeting my favorite actors, here's the latest update.

"What do you want, hunter?" Rachel sneered. Of course she had to be the unlucky crossroads demon to get stuck in a devil's trap.

The man's face was expressionless as he responded. "I want answers. You will give them to me."

Rachel scoffed. "Yeah, right. What incentive do I have to spill the beans? And if you give me the 'we'll let you go' shit, can it. I'd rather wait for a car to drive by and break the seal than help you out."

The hunter gave her the creeps. He still stood there in front of her, face blank, seemingly unfazed by her uncooperative behavior. Slowly, he nodded. "That's what I thought."

Tilting her head in confusion, Rachel noticed a little too late the crunch of shoes on the turf behind her. The last thing she saw before the darkness overtook her was the hunter's face break into a small smile.

Dean looked down at the demon by his feet, then up at Gordon. "That was almost too easy. What if she doesn't know where Sam is?"

Gordon walked over, picked up the demon, and slung her over his shoulder. He started walking towards the car, Dean following closely behind. "She knows something. All demons know the gist of what's going on in Hell, and I'd bet my favorite machete Sam is big news down there." He dumped the demon in question unceremoniously in the trunk. "Let's go. The sooner we leave the sooner we find Sam."

Rachel opened her eyes, the back of her head still throbbing. Where the hell was she? Not Hell, obviously. Some cabin in the woods where no one would hear her screams most likely. How cliché of them.

Just then two men walked into the room. One she recognized as the man who summoned her, but the other was new. Both of them were glaring at her. Awesome.

The new guy spoke first. "This could go the easy way or the hard way. You could tell me what I want to know, or you could pretend to not know anything and I get you to spill anyways. Your choice." He crossed his arms, attempting to look menacing.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Listen hot stuff. This isn't my first rodeo. You threaten me, I laugh. You torture me, I scream. You get annoyed I won't give you the information, I get exorcised. Just skip to the end and send me on my way. Finding a meat suit this attractive takes time."

The first hunter took a step forward and set his hand on the arm of the chair Rachel was tied to. Leaning forward, he whispered, "Oh, it's not my first rodeo either. Of course, I prefer vampires, but a monster is a monster and getting what I want takes time. I know that. The real question is: can you hold out longer than I can?" With that, he stood up and left the room.

Hot stuff uncrossed his arms and pulled up a chair. "Let's start out simple. Do you visit Hell often?"

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Of course I do. I'm a demon."

Unfazed, hot stuff continued. "Do you hear the gossip?"

"Gossip? You think we have a gossip column or something?"

Hot stuff jumped up, knocked his chair over, and got up in Rachel's face. "Do you think this is some sort of game?"

Rachel smiled. "That sounds like a great idea! Let's make this a game. I answer one of your questions, and then you answer one of mine. You've already gone, so it's my turn. What's your name?"

Hot stuff was practically brimming with frustration. It was a glory to behold. "Dean." He got out between clenched teeth. "Now, do you know what goes on in Hell or not?"

"Dean," Rachel chided, "you didn't answer my question fully. Your last name?"

Dean picked up the fallen over chair and sat down, trying to stay calm. Pushing him to his breaking point will be a blast.

"Winchester."

Rachel's face fell. No no nononononon this couldn't be happening! Winchester?! Azazel's kid's last name was Winchester. Damn, Azazel had told the demons to steer clear of the kid's friends and family. Awesome.

Dean leaned forward. "What?" No response. "You know my brother, Sam! Where is he?"

Rachel bit her lip, thinking. What could she say without pissing off Azazel...

Holy water sizzled as it struck Rachel in the face. "Ack! Fine, you piece of shit!" Rachel knew exactly how to get under the oldest Winchester's skin. "Since you REALLY want to know, your brother has been training with a DEMON in Fall River, Massachusetts, to increase his DEMONIC POWERS."

Dean was silent for a moment. "Is the demon Sam is working with named Ruby?"

Rachel's jaw fell. How could he possibly have known that?

Dean nodded. Shit, she just confirmed his suspicions. Azazel was going to make her pay for that.

Dean pulled out a tiny book from his leather jacket. Double shit. Now she was going to get exorcised. Rachel screamed as she was ripped from her meat suit and thrown into the pits of Hell.

Dean checked the girl for any signs of a pulse. Nothing. The girl was dead before him and Gordon had trapped the demon. Never mind that; Dean had more important things to worry about.

He joined Gordon on the front porch, sitting on the steps. "Sam is somewhere in Fall River, Massachusetts, working with the Ruby chick from the graveyard. It's not much, but it's a start."

The last of the black smoke sizzled into the ground, and Sam lowered the red head gently to the ground. Seeing the girl start to stir, Sam looked at Ruby, startled, and then rushed to the red head's side.

"Hey, are you okay?" Sam helped her sit up.

The red head rubbed the back of her head. "Uh, yeah. I'm good. Where am I?"

Ruby crouched down next to the red head. "Fall River, Massachusetts. What do you remember?"

"Massachusetts?!" The girl's eyes widened. "But I was in Ohio! Elizabethville, Ohio! Oh, no. Oh no nonono!" She turned teary eyes up to the two strangers in front of her. "What happened to me?"

Sam rubbed her back consolingly. "Hey, it's going to be alright. You, uh, well..." Sam took a deep breath. "It'll be easier if I start from the beginning. My name's Sam, this is Ruby. What's your name?"

Wiping her eyes, the red head responded, "Emily."

Sam nodded. "Alright, Emily. I'm not too sure how long you've been gone, but you've been missing for a little bit. I'm sure your family is missing you." Helping Emily to her feet, Sam gazed at her with his empathetic puppy dog eyes. "But I promise you I'll make sure you get home safe. Sound good?"

Ruby stiffened next to him but said nothing. Yes, helping this girl home would take time away from his training, but wasn't this what it was all about? Helping people?

Sam led Emily out of the field and towards his car, a Toyota Prius. The car was very practical, just like Sam liked: fuel efficient, a hybrid, and it was a silver color – not too flashy. As Sam shut Emily's door, Ruby whispered to him, "I'm really glad you saved the girl and all, but you need more practice. Have Dante take her home."

Sam walked around the car to the driver's side. "Sorry, Ruby. I need to do this. I need to see this through. I'm sick of training in the field; I want to be out on the road again."

Sam had spent his whole life on the road. He needed to not just teleport, but drive. He needed to feel the wind through his hair as the car rushed down the road, the ache in his back when he sat too long in the cramped space. Sam needed to feel at home.

Ruby shook her head and climbed into the passenger seat. Maybe having a relaxing couple of days off wouldn't hurt. She smiled as leaned back and closed her eyes. It would take them twelve hours just to reach Ohio, meaning at least twenty-four hours with no Azazel. One stress-free day couldn't hurt, right?