@fidelissimi sent scene in canon: holding ruby while dean stabbed her
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Lilith’s body spilled over onto the harsh, biting cold of the marbled ground below, a mere shell of what it was only moments before. The sight alone was enough to fuel Sam with an overwhelming sense of relief, and triumph, though his body ached with a heaviness it had yet to know. His body tensed and burning up, heart still racing steadily along while he drank in the scenery between a few labored breaths. More than anything he was ready for this whole mess to be over with and finished, and beyond that, that he had been the one to accomplish the task so many deemed futile. Especially to someone like him. He was eager to call out to the masses that he, Sam Winchester, the boy with the demon blood. The abomination. The chosen one. He had finally conquered the demon Lilith and put a stop to the apocalypse. Finally, he had found some small form of redemption.
His chest huffed out, adrenaline snaking its way throughout his form, coiling and twisting around the hammering valves in his chest; or maybe it was another rush that was left over from the blood consumed in the hours prior. An incessant buzzing overtook him, and suddenly everything became far too loud. A thunderous, pulsating hum of electricity come to drown out the world surrounding, compressing it into nothing more than a hazy blur. Beyond that, an eerie sort of quiet had settled in, the hairs having raised on end at the nape of his neck, giving Sam just enough cause to peer down and catch the act of betrayal in real-time.
Deep red streams had crept out from the lifeless form, a few pools gathering from the blood dripping out of stiffened lips. It seemed to be alive, with a mind of its own, navigating itself into smaller winding rivulets, and in seconds decorated the ground with some dark and ancient sigil that Sam couldn't recognize. He didn't need to. The flipping of his stomach was signal enough that things were not as they seemed. Sam took a cautious step back, brow furrowed, and nostrils flared, taking in the air of thick and encapsulating dread.
❝ What the hell? ❞ His choked-out words pierce through the silence, a minor relief from the suffocating quiet.
❝ I can’t believe it.. ❞ Ruby whispered to herself as she peered down, a prideful twinkle sharpening borrowed doe eyes.
❝ Ruby... what’s going on? ❞ Sam shook his head, disbelief and worry filling his gut to the point of being sick, but he stood, hoping somehow that he’d misheard her or that it was some other hallucinatory effect from the blood... it wasn't.
She’d been planning this all along. Playing him like a finely tuned fiddle.
❝ You did it. I mean, it was a little touch-and-go there for a while but.. you did it. ❞ Ruby glanced up, eyes trained to Sam's with a prideful gleam as the blood below continued to weave itself out against the floor, the sigil from before had formed into the beginnings of a portal, or doorway. The dread crept further, causing a shiver to slither up Sam's back.
❝ W-What? … What did I do? ❞ The terror in the hunter's eyes grew, guilt and bile already bubbling in the pit of his stomach.
❝ You opened the door, and now he’s free at last. He's free at last!-- ❞ An excited smirk stretches against the demon's borrowed lips.
❝ N-No no.. but Lilith, I.. I stopped her. I killed her! ❞ Sam insisted, panic winding a thick knot in the center of his throat.
❝ And it is written... that the first demon shall be the last seal. And you bust her open.. So guess who's coming to dinner? ❞
❝ Oh my god. ❞ Sam's hands come to cradle the sides of his temples in disbelief. Through the ever-present hum of adrenaline, he could make out the sound of pounding against the door ahead. No doubt it was Dean doing his damnedest to break in.
❝ Guess again. ❞ The demon's smile twitched further still, uncanny in its underlying smugness. She turned to Sam, every bottled-up expression uncorked and free to overflow and spill out, a look of weary triumph adorned Ruby's face and she continued earnestly. ❝ You don't know how hard this was. All the demons out for my head.. No one knew. ---I was the best of those sons of bitches! The most loyal! Not even Alistair knew. Only Lilith.. Yeah, I'm sure you're a little angry right now but c'mon, Sam, even you have to admit. I'm.. I'm awesome! ❞
❝ You bitch! You lying bitch! ❞ Sam forced his hands out, a surge of concentration focused solely on the demon, except, she didn't budge. Not a single inch. Just a careful breeze that filtered between the dark tendrils of hair. Tense brows furrowed in contemplation and the hunter studied his hands in bewilderment briefly before a shockwave of ache and exhaustion washed over him. A loud ringing began to sing in his ears, causing Sam to wince in pain as he fell to the ground. Pained groaning was the only thing Sam could bring himself to muster while lay splayed across the floor.
❝ Don't hurt yourself, Sammy. It's useless. ---You shot your payload on the boss. ❞ She said with a nod toward the newly unhoused flesh, almost taunting him.
❝ The blood... you poisoned me. ❞ He accused, eyes pleading.
❝ No. It wasn't the blood. It was you, and your choices... I just gave you the options and you chose the right path every time. ❞ She bent to meet him in his defeated position, a cautious hand motioning to cradle his face while she spoke. With every syllable, Sam felt like he'd been pushed deeper and deeper beneath the already vast ocean of his grief, self-hatred, and blame. His earlier excitement stripped away until it was nothing but a weak frame used to hold every indiscretion he'd ever committed. Bare boned with the ever-present threat of crumbling beneath its weight. He was almost home free, he'd thought. He was so fucking close to turning the curse of his name, and blood into something meaningful. Something worth fighting for. But in this moment, he came to realize that he was never going to escape his fate. Born bad and doomed to a fate of someone else's choosing. Unleashing true evil, chaos, and destruction on the world, and although he'd been given a vague level of guidance into it... it was still his own choices that brought him here. That had caused all of this hurt, and pain, and would only continue to. Therefore, the blame was meant to be cast on him. How could someone ever atone for that? ❝ You didn’t need the feather to fly. You had it in you the whole time, Dumbo. And I know it's hard to see, but this is a miracle. Everything Azazel did-- and Lilith did, just to get you here... And you were the only one who could do it. ❞
❝ Why? ❞ He sputtered, tears threatening to creep out from the edges of his sunflower-stained gaze. Normally he'd have leaned into her touch but the sickness in the core of his stomach only made it possible to feel a numb sensation everywhere else. Even as her hands cradled the width of his face as if his body was too exhausted to take in any more feeling, good or bad. It accepted nothing. ❝ Why me? ❞
❝ ---Because, ❞ She seemed so soft. Not that he hadn't seen moments of Ruby's more gentle side before, but since watching all of the pieces of the puzzle finally wedge their way together, Sam found himself reeling, and as much as he was ready to eagerly melt into her touch with just the muscle memory of his trust for her.. he can't. The hunter squeezed his eyes shut, streams gliding down the hunter's cheeks while the demon spoke in a hushed tone to him. Coddling. ❝ It had to be you, Sammy. It always had to be you. ❞ She pushed a few loose strands of hair behind his ear while peering down. A look of pride and adoration coated her expression. Proud of her accomplishment. Proud of Sam for setting in motion the one thing she'd desired more than anything. Something she hoped would earn not only Sam but her own favor with Lucifer as well. He could hear the promise in the tone of her voice, and how she'd believed every word that came out of her mouth despite so often spewing mistruths before. ❝ You saved us. You set him free, and he's gonna be grateful. He's gonna repay you in ways that you can't even imagine. ❞
The pounding on the other side of the church's doors grew more frequent and forceful, and a few more heavy hits echoed against the outskirts of the room before Dean finally busted in. His hardened stare and motivated steps toward the demon put his anger on full display.
❝ You're too late. ❞ She said coyly, only looking back once he'd crossed nearly half of the space to reach her. She sprung to her feet with enough time to be in the exact position he'd needed. A proper opening. Even if she hadn't given him one, Dean would've taken it.
❝ I don't care. ❞ Dean growled back, unwavering movement dead set on the demon's demise. The hunter reveals the demon blade she had gifted them during her time working at gaining Sam's trust. Sharpened, and hungry. Nearly as starved as he was for even the smallest taste of comeuppance. He wanted to make her feel the way she had made them both feel. Worse, if possible.
Sam reacted without thinking, hurriedly moving only on instinct once his brother barged in. Long arms wrapped around Ruby, holding her as tightly against him as he possibly could given his weakened state. He was overcome with a flooding of emotion as he held her close. Hurt, betrayal, something cold and empty in his center quickly followed by the feeling of being swallowed whole. Defeat settled in his chest, nestling against his aching heart. Not only because of his naivete but because in that moment, he had lost another form of support. One he'd hoped against hope he could trust without issue. She was supposed to be different. Right? She had encouraged him, after all. Claimed to have seen things from his side even in the moments she fought to disagree. Even looked out for him while Dean was.. but that had changed now. The truth uncovered as unceremoniously as a tablecloth being ripped from its setting place. Only serving to disrupt and cause the tumultuous crashing destruction of everything around them.
The devil had been set free and he was the one to blame. Maybe if he couldn't atone for all of his sins, he could start by ridding the world of another poisonous thing. Not directly, though. It would have taken too much for him to kill her with his own hands, and so he settled for being an accessory. He gripped the borrowed body, and watched as his brother stepped forward and plunged the blade deep into her gut. And it stung. The warm, flickering glow from her body before life faded from her eyes. Her familiar shape collapsed against his chest, reminding him too much of the close quarters they'd shared. Of how those gentle moments had managed to fit their way between the darker more gore-soaked days on the road while tracking Lilith down. Between her moments of disappearance they had grown close-- at least, he thought so. Relied on one another for sure. Hell, in her own way, she had served as a surrogate of sorts for his brother, only she had supported most of Sam's decisions. Something his brother never had an easy time wrapping his head around. Despite all of this, Sam knew in his heart what had to be done. She had tricked both of them, but him most of all. She had been pulling his strings from the near start. So why did he feel so.. sad? Why did he find himself choking back bits of lingering remorse? What, really, had she become to him?
