[ what she’s offering– what she wants him to do… it’s too much. it toes the line of moral ambiguity. he reaches out and grabs her arm, too tight for a human– but she’s not human anyways, so what does it matter? he sees right through her, knows that she’s playing them. how she is and what exactly her endgame is… well, that’s something sam has yet to figure out. ]
I’m not using my powers, Ruby. You’re crazy. You want a puppet, go find someone else. You said you’d help me save Dean, so either do it, or you’re useless and I’ll gut you where you stand.
[ he lets go of her more harshly than necessary– sam’ll be the first to admit that this year has changed him, that gabriel’s tuesdays changed him. he’s not sure whether it’s worse knowing that your whole life is about to go up into flames, or whether it’s worse dreaming about it until the fire finds you anyways. ]
[ sam sighs; desperation makes a man ugly. he’s afraid that if it comes down to it and whatever ruby’s planning to use sam’s powers for, he’ll give into it if it’s the last option. at this point he’s looking for anything to save dean. honestly, he wishes it were easy enough to off himself to get him out. he grits his teeth and slumps down into another chair just across from her. ]
Stitch me up, but don’t say a word to me.
If I wanted a puppet, I wouldn’t have gone for you, Sam. You’re independent, you can think for yourself, and unlike your brother, you don’t walk around with your head up your ass, pretending like you’ve got the world in your pocket.
[Oh, that's going to smart a little. Then again, all remarks about the elder Winchester will probably be painful for Sam at this point, considering how time is ticking away and he still hasn’t found a way to undo the fact that Dean is going to Hell.]
But crazy, I'm not. I never said you were going to agree with this, even told you you’d have to set aside those revoltingly optimistic puppy morals of yours---but it’s the only way, and you know it. How else were you going to help Dean weasel out of an unbreakable deal?
[Ruby's always been good at poker, even before the plague had set in and made survival more important than wealth. But with all the aces she has up her sleeve in this situation? It’s nearly impossible to lose. That is, of course, if the Winchesters don’t set them on fire. She’s still a demon, aces or not, and the Winchesters are biased. But Sammy here? He’s vulnerable. And no matter how convincing her humanity game, she’s still a demon. She will prey on that vulnerability and make it hers to do with as she pleases, she will weave herself into his life until he’s no longer motivated to pluck all her pieces of her red line from between the complicated web of a life he’ll enter once Dean is gone. He will spiral, and she’ll be right there with him. But for now, she’ll play Lil’ Miss Conscience. Only with Dean out of the way will she be introducing Sam to the largest buffet of forbidden fruits he’s ever tasted.]
Fine, I’ll cut the small-talk. But you’ve gotta work with me, else it’s a no-go. What we’re up against---she’s no low-level demon, and nothing like anything you’ve ever hunted. No method in your book’s gonna kill her---but luckily, I happen to know a way. And yes, that involves using your powers. You wanna gut me? Fine. But face it, you’re the only one who can stop Lilith, and I’m the only one who can teach you how to do it. Quid pro quo, Sammy. I’ve put my life on the line for you, the least you can do is listen and have a little faith.
[Faith. Such a nice concoction of reasons to use that word in this context, especially playing into Sam’s seemingly never-ending willingness in a higher power on the side of Good, and in a remedy for Dean’s deal. Faith in a demon, however? That's an altogether different game to play.]
vaporwave
turnnoffyourmind
izzy806
baratheonpilled
