Distraught. Discombobulated. Destroyed. Decimated. Desperate. Lonely. Suicidal. The entire demon community knew those words defined Sam Winchester. He had been to every single cross roads, killed many demons that resided there when they refused to deal with him. Gone to every devil's gate he could find and tried to unlock it, tried to march straight down into hell and get his brother himself, but of course, none of the locks would give, no matter how great of a lock pick Sam was.

They sent her, they armed her with words, with memories that would gain her admittance, and sent her to attack, to start slowly and work her way in, like a worm digging its way into a pure, shiny, red apple. Her mission was to taint the apple, to destroy it from the inside out. And she was more than happy to do this mission.

She found him sitting at a diner, starring at his food, not eating it, not drinking the water beside the plate, and ignoring the waitress, who was old enough to be his mother, who was clucking over him. She slid down into the booth in front of him and stole a French fry.

"Deep fried crack. I knew you loved them Sammy." She said with a smirk. Dead eyes slowly looked up at her. No reaction other than a long languid blink.

"What do you want?" he asked slowly, the words coming out thick and distorted.

"I thought you would be happy to see me." she grinned.

"You don't look like Dean. Why would I be happy to see you?"

She stirred the catsup with her French fry and smiled. "Because I have a message from Dean." Sam's eyes instantly came up. Instantly met hers. The deadness in them had vanished and was replaced with sadness, eagerness, and hope.

"What did he say?"

"I thought you didn't want me around."

"What did he say? Is he okay?"

She laughed a little. "It's hell. What do you think?"

Sam swallowed hard. "What did he say?"

"He needs your help." Sam almost felt relief flood his body. Finally, Dean had a way to get himself out of hell, he just needed Sam, just like he always did. Probably needed him to research something, and find something, to get him out, to get him back into his body, to get him topside and ready to help Sam fight these evil sons of bitches.

"Anything. Does he know how I can get him out?"

"No. That's not what he needs help with." Sam's brows drew together in confusion.

"What? What can I do for him then?"

"Lilith is planning something big. And he needs you to help him stop it."

Sam licked his lips. There wasn't a hesitation. Dean needed help, he would get it. "Okay. I'll do it. I just need you to point me in the right direction." He said and jumped up. Ruby smiled. Oh she would point him in the right direction, just not the direction he was expecting.