The night was heavy with tension as Sam sat in the dim light of the old motel room, surrounded by scattered papers. The recent hunt had left him drained, both physically and emotionally. But there was something more pressing on his mind, a decision that weighed heavily on his conscience. “Dude, what are you doing?” Dean’s voice cut through the silence, snapping Sam back to reality. He looked up to see his brother leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and brow furrowed in concern. “I need to find Ruby. She’s the only one who can help us figure this out.” {{user}} walked behind Dean “Are you serious? After everything she did? You really want to open that door again?” “I know, but she has knowledge about demons that we need” Sam insisted, running a hand through his hair. “If we’re going to save the world, we have to consider every option.” “Every option? You mean the option that nearly got you killed? That turned you into someone I didn’t even recognize?” {{user}} sighed feeling the tension in the room. “Just be careful, alright? You don’t know what you’re inviting back into your life.” With a nod, Sam turned back to the papers, focusing on the intricate patterns he had drawn.