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A/N: Chapter four! Anybody even like this story?! Well, I know one person does. Thank you Lewtam! You are the BEST! Anyway, chapter four...

Chapter Four: Pirates and Play Things

It would have been nice to say that it was easy to take a break and have some fun. To take a step back and just spend some time with the people you care about. We just weren't that lucky. There were new faces to deal with, new enemies and new places.

"It's about time." I told the blond standing in front of me.

I had been seeing her more frequently. Sam had been a little off and it was all centered around the times I had seen her as well. She was a demon. That much I knew. Her intentions were a completely different notion. She seemed to have a plan. I didn't like demon plans. They ended up with one of my boys getting hurt. Or me, and I was tired of that.

"I don't have a lot to say to you." She told me.

"Didn't think you did. Just tell me what you want."

"What, Sam keeping secrets?"

"To an extent. You're Ruby. You're a demon. What I want to know is what you want with Sam."

"And you honestly think I'm going to tell you that?" She grinned at me.

I gave a short laugh and scratched my neck with my knife. "No, honestly I don't. But it never hurts to ask."

"…I suppose." She smiled.

"There actually is a question I wanted to ask you. You've been hanging around and don't seem to have a plan to leave."

"Shoot!" She said excitedly.

"Do you know a Marissa?" I asked her coldly.

The smile on her face faltered and my stomach lurched. She obviously knew who I was talking about and that scared me. If she knew and knew what Marissa was talking about…

"Do you know what she wants?" I asked her.

"This isn't something I'm going to discuss with you. In fact, I think I'm going to take off." She told me.

I closed my eyes and rubbed my brow. "Look…" I said but when I looked up she was already gone.

I sighed and sat on the bed. Toying with the knife in my hand, I tried to think of everything Marissa had told me. The blood was bad. I didn't know what blood and I wasn't sure how bad. All I knew was that blood was involved and Sam was in trouble. Dean was already on his way to Hell and I was going to have to watch out for Sammy. But I couldn't do that if he was doing something I couldn't control. She made it sound like it had something to do with me as well. Something was going to happen and as little as my warning was, I knew I wouldn't be able to control this one. I didn't even know what I was looking for.

When Dean and Sam returned to the house they found me in the empty bathtub, my knife still in hand, with a distant look in my eyes.

"Do you really think that's a good idea right now?" Dean frowned at me.

"I haven't seen any ghost ship. I think I'm safe." I told him with a cocked head.

"Still…" He said and climbed in, sitting across from me.

I smiled as I made room for him. "How'd it go?"

"We ran into Bela." He told me.

My smile faltered and I averted my eyes from his. "Oh."

"Evy, don't be like that. She's not even hot." He told me.

"You don't have to lie." I told him. "She's gorgeous and I'm…" I said and stopped.

"Don't be jealous." He said but had a small smile on his face. "You know I only have eyes for you."

"I know." I said looking at him. "But sometimes I can't help the twang of jealously I get every once in a while. Jo's another sore spot of mine." I said pointing the knife at him.

He laughed and grabbed the knife from my hands. I gave it up quickly and he leaned in, kissing me. "I love you and only you." He whispered, his lips still against mine.

"I love you too." I whispered back kissing him passionately.

I stood in the small park, waiting for her to arrive. I didn't know what I was doing and I didn't have a plan. The only thing going through my mind was what I was going to do about Sam. I didn't know what he was capable of or what blood was being spoken of. All I knew was that I needed to help him and I needed to do this now. If I needed Dean's help I would need to know what was going on before his time was up.

"I hear you've been looking for me."

I turned to see Marissa grinning at me. "You heard right."

"Searching for answers are we?"

"You need to tell me more about the blood." I told her.

She laughed and shook her head. "Honey, I'm not telling you a damn thing. Why would I help you? Demon, remember?"

"Yeah, but I'll give you something in return." I told her.

"What could you possibly give me?" She asked with a small amount of curiosity.

"Would my soul do the trick?" I asked her.

She eyed me with a mischievous half smile on her face. "You're serious."

"If it'll help Sam." I told her.

"All of this just for your boyfriend's brother?"

"He's like a brother to me."

"Is this because of Dean?" She grinned wider.

"What?" I frowned at her.

"He's already on his way to Hell. You just want to join him."

"Dean has nothing to do with this." I told her shaking my head.

"You're a little liar." She grinned walking toward me.

I kept my eyes on hers as she slowly moved toward me. Her eyes became black making her look twice as sinister.

"You honestly think you'll be with him in Hell? You don't know what Hell is." She told me.

"I've been there. I know." I told her crossing my arms.

"You have no idea what Hell is like." Her smile was faltering. "You think you want to go to Hell? You think you want to spend eternity in Hell with Dean. Do you want to hear him screaming? Do you want to watch him being torn apart over and over and over? You really have no idea what Hell is like."

"It's home to you." I told her.

She gave a short laugh and finally took her eyes off of mine. "You really think Hell is home to me? I was human first you know." She told me.

I frowned at her and cleared my throat. "That doesn't matter to me. Do you want to make the deal or not?"

"I'm not a crossroads demon. I don't make deals." She grinned.

In the next moment she was gone. I took a deep breath and tried not to break down. This had been a waste of time. It was going to be a waste of time. She was never going to help me. I was a pawn and she had all the cards to move me wherever she wanted me.

"Didn't go too well, did it?"

I turned to see Ruby walking toward me. "Checking in on Sam?"

"I'm watching. Saw your little encounter."

"I know that you know her. Why won't you help me? You want Sam to do whatever it is he's going to do, don't you?"

"I want you all to win. That's not a secret and it's not a lie. What Sam ends up doing is on him. What you end up doing is on you. But your part to play is slowly fading. You're not like Sam. You're not as wanted as Sam. Just because you two share the blood inside of you doesn't mean you both share the same fate. You're good is stronger than your bad."

"So is Sam's."

"Is it?" She grinned. "You have Dean in a way Sam doesn't. You've got more going for you."

"Shut up." I shot at her.

"Fine." She said raising her arms. "I'll leave you to your thoughts."

She walked away, leaving me alone. The sun was setting. Sam and Dean would be getting ready for the party. I wasn't going. I didn't have a part to play this time. Bela would be accompanying Dean. I hated the idea but I would let it go. It was a job. She held most of the cards for this one. We had a job to do and if that meant I sit this one out then so be it. The boys could handle themselves. I would be fine. I had my own job to work on, even though it was a continuous circle that led nowhere.

The bar was quiet. Cards were being dealt while drinks were consumed. I sipped my beer, waiting, for what I wasn't sure, but I was waiting all the same. My phone vibrated, looking at it I smiled, Dean's sarcastic remarks were nothing short of hilarious. The smile was still on my face when Marissa appeared at my side. My smile disappeared and I downed the rest of my beer before asked for another.

"You're stubborn." She stated.

"And you're a tease." I replied.

"You know this'll only last so long. Despite my enjoyment of seeing you squirm I'm not your little lap dog. I am not going to let a mere human tell me what to do."

"You used to be human." I stated.

She grinned at me, "Touché."

"Come with me for a second." I told her and made my way to the back alley.

There was no plan moving through my head, all I knew was that I had to do something. I moved away from the door as Marissa followed. There was an awning behind the back door. I moved past it while Marissa remained underneath it. A force stopped her from following me any further. I turned, grinning, as she realized what was happening. I stepped forward, looking up at the devil's trap above her head.

"You little –"

"Little what?" I grinned at her. "All you have are words now and that's all that it requires to save you."

"You think this is going to help your cause? What exactly do you plan to get out of this?" She shot at me.

"You know what I want. You have information that I can't seem to find anywhere else. I've tried and I've failed. But I need to know what you meant. It's been a long time. You talked about blood. About Sam turning to the dark side. About me not being able to save him, or Dean. But what kind of blood? What is Sam going to do?"

"I don't know." She told me.

"Like hell you don't!" I yelled at her. "You've been going on and on about what you do know and now you're telling me that you don't?"

"Pretty much, yeah." She replied.

I shook my head at her and started to chant. She didn't seem to take me seriously until it started to hurt. When she started to yell I stopped and looked at her expectantly. She just glared at me. I continued to chant, hoping she'd break before I finished. The yelling turned into screaming and I stopped, stepping up to her.

"Shall we try this again?" I asked her.

"I know what's expected of him but I don't know everything. I'm not that high up." She told me. I continued to look at her, waiting. "I'm serious. I know that he was supposed to be at Azazel's side. He was like his right hand man. But all of that changed when you killed him. We have no leader. Sam was supposed to lead us and…"

"And what?" I asked her harshly.

"Demon blood."

"What?" I asked not a little taken aback.

"Something about demon blood."

"Both of us already have demon blood in us."

"I know. There's more. I don't know how much but Sam's in trouble if he follows the path he's supposed to." I just looked at her. "I'm telling you the truth."

"It's not going to save you though." I told her.

"What?! You told me words would save me. I gave you words." She shot at me.

The fear in her voice was gratification enough for me. But still, I wasn't about to let her remain topside. She had caused far too much harm. Even though it turned out that her bark was worse than her bite.

"This is revenge for nearly killing Dean. Among other things." I told her coldly.

"I didn't know you were pregnant." She said quickly.

"What does my pregnancy have to do with any of this?" I asked her.

"Well, the whole knife thing and all." She told me.

"How…never mind. Listen, I'm done with you. You gave me the information I was looking for. I'll take it from here."

"What if I lied?"

"Did you?" I asked her, anger starting to bubble again. She just looked at me. I shook my head and smiled, "Sorry."

I finished the chant and she was pulled from her host. The girl fell to the ground. I ran to her, she was still alive. Calling 911, I waited for them to get there before slipping into the shadows without being seen. I'd call later to see if she was alright. I smiled to myself, feeling like I had accomplished something big. Even though it might not have been as big as it could've been. But it was an end. She had it coming. I would have caught up with her eventually. At least this way she gave me something before she left.

When I returned to the abandoned house we were squatting in I could see the lights on inside. Grinning, I rushed inside.

"It's finished?" I asked as I walked in. The first person I saw was Dean, a concerned look on his face. "Bela." I said looking at the next person in site. I frowned at Dean.

"She saw the ship." Dean said answering my look.

"She stole the hand first." Sam added.

"Okay." I said and walked up to Dean. "We're saving her then?"

"I guess." Dean replied.

"Why? She's been nothing but trouble." I said and glared at her.

"I haven't done anything to you." She shot at me.

"You shot Sam." I frowned at her.

"Okay, nothing to you personally."

"I'm sure my time is coming." I nodded at her. "Dean?" I said looking at him.

He nodded before following me into the next room. "We can't just let her die." He told me before I could say anything.

"Why the hell not? She's been nothing but trouble and now we're helping her?" I frowned at him.

"Well, yeah." He replied and started to pace.

"I don't like it." I told him.

"Well, tough." He frowned at me. "I'm sorry if you don't like it. You don't have to like everything we do."

"You're right, I don't. But this one thing is going a bit far for someone you don't even care about." I shot back at him.

"She helped us with this job. We owe her."

"She didn't help me. I managed my job all on my own." I told him.

"You found her?" He asked, his demeanor softening.

"Yeah, and exorcised her. But you wouldn't want to hear about that. You're busy with your own job." I told him, leaving the house from the back door, slamming it behind me.

I heard the door open but I was already in the shadows. He didn't try and follow me, but from the shadows I took a small amount of pleasure in the way he ran his fingers through his hair. Slamming the door again when he went back inside. I turned away from the house, having a split second to duck as a fist came flying at my face. I side kicked my attacker in the abdomen before getting to my feet. I was grabbed before I made it two steps. Pain erupted in my head as my hair was grabbed. He pulled hard enough to slam me to the ground on my back. I rolled as a large foot came into view. I stood and faced my attacker. He was a large man. He was black, making it hard to see him. I couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated by him. He also had the advantage of having a demon possessing him. Reaching for my knife he lunged at me. I went to sidestep away from him but was a second too slow. My knife was barely halfway up when he grabbed it. He bent my wrist to the point where it nearly snapped before his other grabbed me by the neck. Holding me off the ground he brought his face close to mine.

"You sent her back." He stated.

"Yeah." I chocked out before kneeing him in the groin. He dropped me. I stood in front of him. "And now you can go join her."

I started to chant, avoiding contact with him as he tried to grab me. I was nearly done when I tripped over a root. He was on me before I could think about getting to my feet. He drove a hard blow into my abdomen with his foot. The air was knocked out of me. I crumbled with the pain of the blow. Tears ran down my cheeks as blow after blow entered my stomach. He grabbed my shirt and punched me across the face. The blows didn't stop. When he finally stopped to take a breath I wasn't sure if I would be able to move. But when he came at me again he yelled out as sparks erupted from his mouth and eyes. He fell forward to show Ruby behind him. I just looked at her.

"You're welcome." She said holding out her hand.

"Thank you." I told her weakly.

"It looked like you were losing." She said folding her arms.

I nodded, "I was."

"You should watch your back." She told me.

"Most of the time I do just fine. He was a very large man but I would have won in the end." I told her.

"Sure." She said and walked away.

I just watched her go before turning back to the house. I stumbled into it to find it empty. They were off taking care of Bela. I couldn't understand why it bothered me so much. Dean wasn't going to get caught up in her. I was his and he was mine, but there was something about her that I thought would appeal to him. That was what worried me. But it was better this way. I could tend to my wounds before he got back and everything would be fine.

Looking in the mirror I realized there was no hiding what happened. The white of my left eye was partially red with burst blood vessels. There was already discoloration along my cheekbone and my eyebrow had a nice little gash on it. That was just my face. My abdomen was already littered with bruises as the blood started to flow to the surface. I ran my fingers through my hair only to reveal a nice abrasion from the side of my hand all down my forearm. I sighed and found a washcloth, happy that the house still had running water. There was only cold water but it would have to do. It actually felt amazing on my skin as it started to swell.

"Great, just great." I told my reflection.

After cleaning myself up I went into the main room to wait for them to return. Taking my journal, I made a new entry for the night. Writing down what happened with Marissa and what happened with, who I could only assume to be, her lover. I was just closing it up when the doors opened. Dean came in without his brother or Bela. I looked at him, giving him a small smile.

"How'd it go?" I asked him nonchalantly.

"Bela will live to see another day." He told me with his hands in his pockets.

"And the job's really done this time?" I asked.

"Yeah." He said and stepped towards me. "What happened to you?" He frowned.

"It's nothing." I told him. "I'll be fine."

"Okay, I'll let it go on the grounds that we're not exactly happy with each other at the moment." He replied.

"It wouldn't make a difference if I told you what happened. It was a demon. He's dead. It's over and done with." I replied coldly standing to face him.

"So is this job and our connection to Bela. She's not going to be coming around or anything. She's just a person we deal with from time to time. I don't understand why you are so threatened by her." He replied, bringing it up again.

"I'm not. It's not even about that." I said furrowing my brows.

"Then what is it?" He frowned.

"I just…I don't know." I said averting my eyes, not wanting to make a big deal out of it for no reason.

"I'm sorry." He told me.

"You don't need to be sorry. I'm sorry for being such a girl about all this. But it's not like there is any guy you can be jealous of. You two are the only men in my life." I replied.

"Yeah, but I was jealous of my dad when he was still alive." Dean admitted.

I couldn't help but smile at that. "So, we're even?"

"Yeah." He said and walked up to me.

He leaned down and kissed my lips gently before moving to my wounds. He was gentle and it felt good. It was comforting. Sam came in then, a small smile on his face. He had been listening. I just smiled back at him as we finished packing before we left town.