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[demononyourshoulder]

Oh We Could Be Heroes - Sam/Ruby (prompt)

"Oh, Sammy..." Her voice cracked with emotion that she hadn't felt in centuries as she raked her bloodstained fingers through his hair before cupping his cheek gently in her palm, her thumb brushing across his rapidly cooling cheek. "Sammy, I'm so sorry." And she was. For everything. While not ten minutes ago, she'd been filled with a sense of pride and accomplishment over what she had managed to pull off, now every single manipulative, scheming, underhanded move she had made to get them here only made her feel sick and weak, her insides twisting violently as her first real tears in over seven hundred years began to sting her eyes.

And finally, she understood. She understood why she had never been meant to make it this far... had never been meant to seat herself on that throne. Hell was a kingdom built on pain. On loss, and solitude, and emptiness. And Ruby thought she knew that, but no. The truth was, she'd had no clue. Because to know that... to know true pain, one had to give themselves over to a true love. And she hadn't. Not before. Lust, and want, and a selfish thirst for power, sure. But never love.

Until now.

She swallowed hard, tears falling freely now as she looked over his pale face, sure that she'd never seen him look more peaceful. It hurt... God, did it hurt. More than any torture that the physical world around her could create, even in the darkest vestiges of its nightmarish and all too flexible reality. But in that moment, Ruby knew that they were getting what they both deserved. Sam's soul, battered and marred though it had become, was finally at rest now. Not here, awaiting its torture for all of eternity like her own would be shortly, but up there. At peace in its own little slice of Heaven while hers would continue to rot away in the depths of her home kingdom, forever without his at her side. It was the way it should've been, and no longer could she kid herself into believing that it wasn't the way it was always was meant to be.

And though he was gone, she wasn't ready to let go. Not yet. Maybe not ever, and she dragged in a shaky breath around a choked sob before unfurling her legs to stretch out next to his lifeless body. Ruby's fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt, clutching it tightly as she pressed in against his side, and her head came to rest on the familiar curve of muscle line beneath which his heart had once beat, steady and as comforting as a child's lullaby. Whatever would come next, she didn't care. Couldn't find it in herself to care, because it didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore except this; this final moment, this one last chance to hold him and tell him everything she had never let herself admit to before. 

"I love you," she whispered, fingers curling in against his completely stilled chest a little tighter before she closed her eyes, tears still leaking from the corners of them as she waited for the inevitable to come to pass.

[demononyourshoulder]

I Can Feel You Behind My Eyes - Sam/Ruby (drabble)

The heavy sound of the warehouse door sliding open, and then closed announced her presence before she even breathed a word, but she didn't have to. Blind or not, he always knew it was her, and he was on his feet a moment later, staring straight at her despite not being able to see with an accusatory expression on his face.

"Where've you been?" The demon blood was making him quick to agitation, but Ruby brushed his annoyance off easily, and shook the plastic bags in her hands and around her arms to rustle them, letting him know she came bearing gifts. 

"Shopping. The last thing we need is you getting caught breaking into people's houses to steal their candles and raid their spice cabinet, Sam." The spray paint run had made her nervous enough, and he was only sneaking into people's garages then. "Especially when you'd probably trip over their coffee table trying to run out the front door." 

Sam snorted. "We? You disappear without a word for two months, come back, and now you're all about teamwork? Thanks, but no thanks, Ruby. I can do this myself."

The brief look of hurt that flashed across her face made her glad he couldn't see it right now, and with a deep breath to stave off her irritation, the demon softened and set the bags down on the concrete floor near the demon trap, kneeling next to it so she could swap out the burned down candles for the new ones. "Look, I know I'm not exactly your favorite person right now, but can you pretend for five minutes that I'm genuinely trying to help you here? Jesus, you're blind for half the day, spend all of your time draining demons the other half, and in case you've forgotten, the police think you've died... what, three times now?" Rolling her eyes, she replaced the last candle before folding her legs up underneath her as she sat, quirking an unseen eyebrow up at him.

"Pretty sure they're not gonna buy it a fourth time if they catch you creeping into Grandma Moses' pantry to steal her rosemary. And it's not like you're gonna see some car barreling toward you while you're crossing the street. So unless you've got an angel up your sleeve who can save your ass that you're not telling me about, I'd like to spare you the whole getting arrested or killed thing, if that's alright with you. Can't save the world if you're rotting in the ground or some cell, you know."

And with that, Ruby looked away, dragging over another bag filled with different ingredients for summoning to start pulling them out. There was a silence that crept in between them for a moment that she paid no attention to, keeping herself occupied with emptying the bag because it was all too easy for her to imagine the annoyed face he was making without needing see it. But then he went and caught her off guard, his own voice void of the irritation that was there before, but still holding onto a bit of soft sarcasm as he spoke.

"Right. Because you care so much about what happens to the world... or me." And that was enough to get her back on her feet, the contents of her shopping bags forgotten as she walked toward him, pushing herself up onto her toes as she reached up to brush her fingers through his shaggy hair. Her expression grew softer and almost sad for him as she raked them through his brown locks soothingly, because she knew what this was really about.

She wished it could've been different. Wished things could've happened the easy way, without the angels getting involved, without an apocalypse having to unfold... without having to betray and shatter his trust in her. But that was then, and this was now, and the demon was determined to make sure that he knew she was in this with him until the very end this time. Beyond it, even, without all of the secrets and tricks up her sleeve. This time, she wouldn't have to hurt him... wouldn't have to lose him. They could do this together, if only he'd let her in again.

"Of course I care, Sammy. I came back to you, didn't I?" she asked, sliding her hand down to cup his face, her thumb brushing across his cheek. "And I keep coming back to you. Because it's you, Sam. It's always--" She trailed off, unable to stop herself from wondering just when it was that she'd gotten so damn attached to him--to the point where it actually pained her to know that things might never go back to the way they were before. Back to the way things were when she'd been someone he could turn to no matter what, rather than someone not even worthy of a hello, let alone his trust.

Still, she had to try. The only way this would work was if he believed she was only trying to help this time, rather than hiding some ulterior motive. So she sighed softly to herself and then leaned up further on her toes, hand slipping down to curl around his neck to pull him closer so she could ghost her lips gently against his own. "I'm sorry, Sam," she whispered, the honesty of the words shaking her to the core as they fell against his mouth. It probably wasn't what he wanted to hear, but it was the only thing she had to say, and finally, she eased herself back down onto the soles of her feet, hand resting on his warm chest for a moment before she moved to pull away completely. 

But then... "Ruby..." And strong fingers curled around her wrist, holding her in place. The demon turned to look at him, watching as uncertain eyes tried their best to focus on her undoubtedly blurry face, her own expression puzzled and expectant for whatever was coming next--except there was no way she could've expected what actually came next as he squeezed her wrist, his face softening into the vaguest hint of a smile. "Thanks."

And though she was curious, Ruby didn't dare ask what he exactly he was thanking her for. Maybe he sensed her sincerity and it was for the apology... or maybe it was just for the candles... either way, she didn't care. It was a start. A step in the right direction, and she shifted her wrist a bit to get him to let go of it before taking his hand in hers instead, lacing their fingers together as she led him toward the shopping bags so they could unpack them together.

[thefirstsister]

Shake Señora | Ruby and Sky

So, the happiest Fate in the bunch (a huge bunch of three) was bummed.  Like, totally bummed.  This whole resurrection gig was wearing her out and thus far?  Not showing any signs of trotting towards a conclusion other than the 'big bang numero two~o'.  Or whatever.  Dumb and dumber (she still hadn't decided which one was which) were off doing their own thing.  And yes, she understood the whole 'family' thing - that was kinda the point of bringing back the nearest and dearest after all - but really, guys?  Let's pick up the game plan a little, huh?

And... In the spirit of 'impartiality' she'd had to bring back a few of the 'opposing' side.  not that there was really one side or another in this.  It was either the end of the world or not. The whole big whooey with 'God' was something she was more than happy to stay out of.  They could fight over the melting pot in the sky all they wanted, as long as SOMEONE planted their sweet ass on the big chair upstairs and existence didn't go 'pop' then it was all good in her book.  

Though there were a couple of faces who'd popped back without the intervention of the Fate, and in all honesty, she was pretty glad that at least a few of them seemed to have a bit of ingenuity.  A bit of 'oomph' as far as survival went.  Was it coincidence that they knew the little group currently gathered in Bigfork?  Or that they gravitated here like a teeny tiny dinghy to the centre of a whirlpool?  Nah.  She doubted it.  Some people would call it 'fate'... Pffffft.

Sooooo.  Maybe it was time for a shake up.  To stick a boot in the hornets nest.  Thing was, she couldn't exactly go up and give the damn thing a kick herself without revealing all the cards being played so close to her chest.  Though she still wasn't sure if she was playing poker or snap.  

Hrm.  

Welp, out of the Scooby gang, Fred was up to the eyeballs swimming in her latest little 'gift' to humanity, looking after Daphne and the little bun in the oven.  Which meant that Shaggy was probably as good a place as any to start.  Though with emo boy popping his own Aethyr and donning the mystical goggles, there was no way she was wandering into that warehouse.  Nuhuh.  No siree.  Which meant she should probably have a chat with his little sweetheart, still with the clinging, cloying scent of Purgatory all over her.  Shame, but needs must...  

It took only a moment to drag herself from the peace and quiet and SUNNY shores of Greece back to shitsville Montana.  And into the middle of the fucking bitch ass storm that had plagued the town for a few days.  She huffed and stood in the rain long enough to make it look like she'd been dashing around in the nightmare weather, cursing under her breath about 'keeping up appearances', before making a dash for the door of the diner.  She stood there for a moment, grumpy and dripping wet before eyes set upon the leather jacket and dark locks of the Winchester's little demon friend.  Like butter wouldn't melt.

So leaving a trail of rainwater behind her, she squelched over to the booth, grinning widely, "You mind?  It's hell out there and I could really do with a cocoa.  And I just hate sitting at the counter."  Without waiting for an invitation, she slid into the opposite seat, nodding at the plate in front of the other, "How're the fries?"

[the-original-rebel]

Pleased to Meet You | Ruby and Lucifer

The spell was exceedingly simple.  Prepare the right herbs, arrange them just so on the properly drawn sigil, do a little chant, light a little flame and voila!  A demon is summoned into your presence.  It was a feat of fiendish ingenuity to make something simple enough for humans to do it. 

For now, Lucifer still wearing his Nick-suit, stood on the poured concrete floor of a mostly abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town.  The flare of the herbs in their makeshift brazier dying away into a black smear and the rich scent of burning vegetation.  One would think that summoning a demon should leave behind a noxious odor, but no.  It was a scent like something he'd smelled back in Eden, and Lucifer smiled as he waited.

There were no devil traps, no salt rings even.  He was going to come off as either very arrogant or very stupid, which would only give him more of an edge over Ruby.  Rocking back and forth on the heels of Nick's work boots, Lucifer began to sing "Ruby Tuesday" by the Stones just loud enough for his voice to make a whispering echo through the building.

[josapistolarchive]

Hell Bent for Leather | Jo and Ruby

After dealing with Sam's revelation about the angels' involvement in the recent resurrections, Enochian aethrys that she was possibly a human-version of, and dealing with a drunk angel and his brother who may or may not have brought her back to life and be a part of the next big pain in their ass, Jo needed a break.  And like other girls her age she couldn't but want to shop off the stress.  Nebraska wasn't exactly fashion central but it didn't mean the Harvelle girls didn't have their vices and she had two years of indulgence to make up for.  When the blonde thought back to her mom's search for flannel and jeans in strip malls unless they made an occasional trip to the city where she insisted Jo by everything at least two sizes too big because it made everything last longer.  To Ellen Harvelle it was pure practicality doused with some Irish Catholic modesty and propriety stirred in.  Finally, teenage Jo learned to switch sizes when the older woman wasn't looking before they went to the cashier to pay for everything.  It was one of the more pleasant mother-daughter trip memories that she'd accumulated over the years.

Jo slug her cargo jacket around her shoulder and when it twisted around her arm uncomfortably, she pulled a bit too hard and the shoulder tore at the seam.  Letting her arms drop in defeat, she shrugged it off before grabbing her keys and wallet and exiting her motel room.  She was so frustrated that she didn't quite hear her thoughts until she got into the truck she'd stolen a few days before out of necessity; seems like a good excuse to finally replace it with leather.  Her mother had always said it was expensive and meant for adults who were finished growing when she'd begged her for one when she was young but last time she checked, Jo was adult with a credit card in her...fake name.  It was good enough for her as she drove off into the town and searched for the leather boutique she'd passed on the way in.  The hunter parked and entered the mostly empty store in the middle of the afternoon as the afternoon sun shining through the windows and warming the place.  A blonde in a red leather jacket caught her attention and she admired the smooth material and vibrant colour before she started scowering the racks and eventually made her way to the sale items.  There were certain things that you couldn't beat out of a Harvelle woman.