Seeing Blind

45. No Rest For the Wicked

Bobby frowned. "Ain't you just bringing down the room."

"Yeah, well, it's a gift."

"I'm sorry, so then what are we supposed to do, Dean?" Sam asked.

"Just 'cause I gotta die, doesn't mean you or Seri have to, okay? Either we go in smart or we don't go in at all."

"Okay, find. If that's the case I have the answer."

"You do?" Dean and Alana questioned.

"Yeah. A sure-fire way to confirm it's Lilith and a way to get us a bona fide demon-killing ginsu."

"Damn it, Sam, no," Dean said, turning his back to Sam and walking a few steps away.

"We're so past arguing. Dean, Alana, I am summoning Ruby."

Dean turned around, facing him. "The hell you are! We have enough problems at it is."

"Exactly." Sam walked up to his broher. "And we've got no time and no choice either."

"Come on man, she is the Miss Universe of lying skanks, okay. She told you that she could save me, huh - lie. She seems to know everything about Lilith but forgot to mention, oh right - Lilith owns my soul."

"Okay, fine. She's a liar. She's still got that knife."

"Dean," Bobby called.

"For all we know, she works for Lilith."

"Then give me another option, Dean. I mean, tell me what else. Alana, you're awfully quiet," Sam said.

"Sam's right," Bobby told him.

"No! Damnit!" Dean yelled.

Bobby looked at him, surprised. They all looked at each other for a few seconds.

Dean's tone was calmer. "Just no. We are not gonna make the same mistakes all over again." They looked at him, shocked. "You guys wanna save me, find something else."

Sam, Bobby and Alana looked at him as he walked back to a table he was sitting at before, and sat down with a contemplative look. Alana sat across from him and held out her hands. Dean placed his in hers and she squeezed them gently. As Sam looked at them, sighing, Bobby grabbed his jacket.

"Where are you going, Bobby?" Sam asked.

Bobby glanced at him. "I guess to..." he threw out his arms, "find something else."

Sam sighed and looked into space.

BASEMENT

Sam was on his knees and had drawn a triangle on the floor with symbols at every point and put candles outside every point. In the middle was a circle with a bowl of a tree, dry substance in it.

He spoke a summoning ritual. "Ad construgendum ad ligandum eos pariter Et solvendum." He heard a sound behind him, but there was no one there. He turned back, looked up at the roof, and sighed. "Et ad congregantum eos coram me."

He took up a box of matches and struck one. He watched the flame for a beat and threw the match into the bowl. The content ignited and fire flared up and then it calmed down and burnt out. Sam got up off the floor and slowly turned to look behind him as the floor creaked. There was still nothing there.

"You know, phones work too," Ruby said.

Sam turned back and saw Ruby leaning against the doorway.

She smiled at him. "Hey, Sam. How's tricks?"

Sam didn't look happy to see her, but instead, angry. "How do you get around so fast?"

"I got the Super Bowl jet pack." She began walking towards him. "So. You called?"