@darkenedvanity // ruby + dean
the darkened spot in the field where dean had built the pyre and they’d laid sam in his final resting place still had charred earth in a perfect oval. it hadn’t been long, and it bothered ruby that she couldn’t feel sam’s presence anymore, at least not in any place but the slowly growing bump beneath her shirt. his essence radiated in waves from the baby sometimes, and it was one of the only things that brought her any kind of peace. lately, with little to do except cook, clean and prepare for the upcoming plus one, ruby had gone out to the place the pyre had been built and collected sam’s ashes, then used the fire in the fireplace in the den to work. she’d made necklaces, three of them. the beaded charm hanging on each of them infused with the ashes she’d collected; they looked like tiny galaxies, the ashes swirling through them akin to the stars in the sky.
once they were completed, but before she put on her own, she wrapped one up for dean in a little patch of leather, tied together with a length of twine. she sought him out one night, found him sitting on the porch of the cabin, looking out over the field they’d burned sam’s body in.
“hey,” she announced her presence, though she’s sure he heard her open the door to come outside. “made ya somethin’,” she told him as she handed over the little leather sack, tied up to look like one of the many hex bags she’d made to protect both winchesters at one point or another.
