They kept driving until it was long after night had fallen. The road was dark, and hard to see. But it was hard to miss what was directly up ahead.
"What the hell? Sam?" Megan sat in the drivers seat. Sam was asleep beside her. She reached over and woke him up.
Sam woke up bleary eyed, looking through the blurry windshield. He didn't see it right away, but as his vision cleared it became quite obvious.
Five people stood in a line across the street. They would have took them as zombies, but they stood perfectly still, which zombies never did. They were staring straight at the car, which was only half a dozen yards away.
Sam looked back to Bobby and Dean's car. He could faintly see them, but not enough to communicate. "Let's just... turn the car around. They aren't moving."
Megan nodded. "They're really freakin' me out, man..."
"I have no idea what they're doing..."
Megan put the car in reverse, and drove backward a little.
As soon as the car started to move again, they pounced.
Five black-eyed demons ran straight towards the car, and there was nothing they could do about it. Megan tried to drive away, but they smashed through the drivers side window like it was nothing, and pulled her out.
"Megan!" Sam pulled out his gun, but he knew it was useless against the demons. He ran out of the car, running to help her.
Megan was a decent shot, but she wasn't a fighter. She had never been too strong, but almost a whole year of not eating enough left her thin and weak.
One of the demons had her pinned to the ground, but Sam managed to pull it off of her.
Dean and Bobby weren't far behind them. Three of the demons ran at them. Dean fell backwards, taking one down with him. Bobby was able to throw a punch before getting hit himself.
No one had any idea of what to do, and no one had any time to even think.
Sam was pinned down by one of the demons when someone thrust a knife thorough its chest. It shouldn't have done anything but piss it off, but instead bright light shone out of it, and the demon collapsed onto Sam.
Sam looked up to find a short blonde woman standing over him with a curved, serrated-edged knife with a wooden handle, and strange markings carved into it.
She only looked at him for a moment before running over to Megan. She stabbed the demon attacking her the same way she had before, and it, too, died instantly.
Then she ran to help Dean and Bobby.
Sam pushed the demons body off of himself. He checked it's pulse. Not only was the demon dead, but so was the host.
He ran over to Megan, who was just standing up herself. "Who the hell is she?"
"I have no idea, but she saved our asses. You okay?"
They followed the blonde woman to where Dean and Bobby were. She had killed all three demons already, her knife red with blood.
They stood around her, unsure of what to think or say.
"What...? No thank you?" She was breathing heavily.
"Who the hell are you?" Dean gun was up and pointing at her, as was Bobby's. They knew better than to trust strangers- even hunters.
"The chick who just saved your ass. Isn't that enough?"
"Not for us, sweetheart. You a hunter or something?"
The woman laughed. "Not even close." She blinked, and her eyes flooded with black. "My name is Ruby. I know, a demon, but what are you gonna do?"
"You're a demon?" Megan repeated. "Then why are you helping us?"
"And how did you help us? You can't kill a demon with a knife!" Sam added.
Ruby rolled her eyes. "This isn't an ordinary knife. It's ancient, older than me. And it's incredibly powerful, as you all just found out. Your welcome, by the way."
"So why help us?" Sam repeated.
Ruby rolled her eyes at him. "Its none of your business, who I choose to help, or why."
"So, what? We're just supposed to trust you?" Dean asked, taking a step forward.
"I don't expect you to," Ruby glanced over at Sam. "But it's kinda you're only shot."
"At what, exactly?"
"At not going to Hell."
That shut Dean up, at least for the moment. He lowered his gun, slightly.
Bobby took over for him. "How do you even know about that?"
Ruby shrugged. "I hear things."
"We're gonna need a little more than that."
She sighed, exasperated. "Look, I know who holds your deal. Her name is Lilith, and she's a bad son-of-a-bitch. I work for her, or at least she thinks I do."
"No way." Dean pushed in front of Bobby to stand right in front of her. "We're not trusting you. No way."
"No! Sam. We'd be idiots to."
"I can help you, Dean." Ruby argued, leaning up into his face. "You'd be an idiot not to."
"Dean... come here."
Sam grabbed his brothers shoulder and pulled him off to the side. "Dean, please... just..." Sam sighed. How could he make Dean understand? "This may very well be our only shot. Your only shot."
"She's a demon, Sammy!" Dean quarreled. "I don't care if she can help me. At the end of the day, she's bad news. End of story."
"Would you quit that!" Sam yelled, louder than he meant to. He lowered his voice and continued. "Would you quit acting like you don't even care that you're dying. Because I know you do, Dean. I know you. And God damn it, even if you don't- you could do it forme."
Dean clenched his jaw. "Fine. She can stay. But that doesn't mean I trust her."
"Get in line."
"So what? You boys gonna let me live, or what?"
They drove straight through the rest of the night.
Ruby stayed in the car with Dean and Bobby so Dean could keep an eye on her. It didn't take too long for Bobby to fall asleep in the backseat. And then Ruby started talking.
"It's really quite heroic what you did," She leaned over from the passenger seat. "Saving your brother and all. Especially after you knew what he was."
"What are you talking about?" Dean didn't look over at her. He wasn't going to let her get in his head. He wasn't going to let her get to him.
"You know, his destiny. Who he was supposed to be. I mean, it must have taken a lot of guts. Here you are, daddy's little soldier, going against his last order. He told you to kill him, and you did the exact opposite." She was smirking, and it took all of Deans limited self-control to not take her knife and stab her right there.
"How do you even know about that?" He growled.
"I told you. I know things." She leaned in closer, her fingers dragging over his shoulder. "You know what else I know? I know all about your little deal with the devil. All of it."
Dean gulped, trying not to let his fear show through. He glanced back at Bobby, but he was still asleep. "Could you just shut up for like 20 minutes? Do you have a demonic off button or something?"
"Don't worry- I don't blame you, Dean. You were only trying to save Sam." She backed away, settling back in her chair. "Man, you're almost out of time, aren't you? You owe her a vile of Megan's blood, when? Tomorrow night?"
Dean stayed silent.
"I'll take that as a yes. Now, how are you going to go about getting that?"
"I'll figure something out."
"I guess you could just bring her off to the side while everyone's asleep and slit her wrist-"
"Would you shut up!" Dean couldn't listen to her anymore. "God dammit! The only reason you're still breathing right now is because you're supposed to be helping me out of this God forsaken deal! Not to be a freakin' bitch!"
"I am trying to help." Ruby retorted. "You need to complete this part of the deal tomorrow, or else Sam goes back into the ground, and then there's nothing I can do."
"I'm well aware, thank you."
"Now, now. There's no reason to get your panties in a bunch. I'll be quiet."
They sat in silence, listening to Bobby snoring in the back.
Dean knew he was doing the right thing. He was saving Sam's life- how could he not be?
But he didn't want to hurt Megan, and how else could he get her blood? He had a lot to think about before tomorrow night. There was only one thing he was absolutely certain of:
He was not asking Ruby for help.