@bloodchic || inbox meme reply || uh oh.
[breathe] for sender to trail a thumb over receiver's lower lip.
one month, two days, three hours, forty minutes.
that's how long dean's been gone. sam damn near forgets when she popped back up after he buried his brother in a shallow grave. time's blurred and yet becomes crystal clear at the worst times. ruby has barely left his side since. darting off only to return when he feels like he's going to break from loneliness and the ache she's buried inside him far deeper than the few feet of dirt he shoveled over dean's purposefully flimsy wooden coffin.
ruby makes up for every minute she's been gone. leaving him starving and pacing the floor. failed attempt after failed attempt to swallow whatever he can swallow to quell the voices in his head, the pain in his gut, the thirst in the back of his mouth that feels like a desert without her. his world's becoming. her. her. her.
...and the metallic taste still coating the inside of his mouth.
one knee on either side of his thighs where he sits on the edge of the bed, holding her there with one arm wrapped around her waist while his free hand dances a feather light touch along her jaw---ruby trails her thumb in a graze over his bottom lip. sam's mouth opens obediently. wouldn't stay shut if he tried. and he has tried. his head dips down, lips close around the tip of her finger. cheeks cave in as he draws it further in. her eyes are hypnotizing. the hunter swears he can see his reflection inside chocolate and amber hues.
sam barely recognizes who's staring back.
