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Who: Ruby & Dean -- Sam & Dean
What: Ruby & Sam's Reign of Terror comes to an end.
When: Friday Night -- Saturday Afternoon
Where: Empty Building just at the edge of the City Royale
Rating: R - Violence, Language, Death

It had been almost full twenty-four hours since she'd actually talked to Sam. In the morning he'd been gone, and then by the time two in the afternoon rolled around she knew that he probably wasn't coming back. Counting the days she hoped in the back of her mind that maybe the castle had given him his loss the night before. That he'd fallen asleep early, and he'd be coming to his senses right about now. That however didn't seem to be the motive of this place at all. It wasn't trying to give people a second chance at what they lost before, it was trying to tell them that nothing was ever going to be right here.

Moving around the room she held the soaked washcloth in her hand scrubbing at the symbols Sam had put on the wall. If anything, she wasn't about to leave this place as a sanctuary for anyone else to make trouble. Exhaling she dropped the clothe into the small bucket and crossed the floor to take her jacket off. Hanging it over the side of the chair she went back to the wall, running her hand over the wet spot on the wall where safety had been written on it before.

The sound of the door swinging open caught her eye and she turned around, blonde hair catching into her mouth.

"Sam?"

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She probably didn't know. She probably didn't think he could be just as sneaky, just as manipulative, especially now that he remembered every little detail about his forty years in Hell. The memories were usually cripping, kept him up all night, but now they just fuelled his anger. The anger that told him to snake Ruby's knife from her room along with her directions to finding Sam.

But for all that anger, Dean looked calm as he walked into the room.

"Guess again."

She hadn't expected Dean of all people to show up, and her shoulders relaxed at the voice. Turning her back to him she reached down and picked the bucket up to set it on the make shift table that had earlier held all of Sam's 'toys' that he used on that Elle girl.

Swallowing she turned back to face Dean, hands set on her hips, "So you haven't found him yet. Great."

He was having far more fun with Claire than he had anticipated. He could understand why she hadn't mentioned her ability to him -- she thought he knew, as the previous Sam already had -- but he wasn't begrudging her any. That had been quite the pleasant surprise. A toy he didn't have to worry about leaving physical scars on. A toy he could cut into, pull apart, and cut open and she wouldn't die -- wouldn't even leave a trace. That was something else entirely.

However, he was running out of implements of destruction, and needed something fresh to play with. Claire was secure in the chair where she was, so he didn't need to worry about her getting loose, so he was comfortable enough returning to the original scene of the crime. When he opened the door to the building, however, he could immediately sense that something was wrong.

Death hung in the air like a heavy scent, and he knew that the blood wasn't on his hands. He hadn't killed anyone, not yet, and he could taste the tangy, metallic mix of blood and sulfur. It hung in the air like a heavy weight, and it was all too clear what had happened. What someone had done.

By the time his eyes landed on Ruby's body, he could already feel the anger coursing through him. The knife mark in her chest made it very clear who the culprit was, and his head snapped around, searching for some kind of sign of his brother.

"Dean! Where are you?"

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