looking away, sam clenched his jaw, throat working and adam’s apple bobbing beneath his skin at her touch. he knew he was tense under her hand - and his gaze darted across one end of the table in front of him to the other.
❛ What am I doing, Ruby? ❜
There. He said it. The thoughts - the doubts - that he’d been harboring in his mind for the past few weeks. Ever since Ruby came to him, telling him of a way to get back at Lillith. At the demons. Ever since – since Dean …
❛ I can’t – I can’t tell if this is RIGHT or wrong. I mean, my powers – they’re a curse. Azazel gave them to me by bleeding into my mouth as a baby. I just … I need to know – ❜
He just needed to know if what he was doing was the right thing. If it was okay. If HE … (was okay. human. good.)
“ Saving people-- eventually at least. ”
she could appreciate human life, whether anyone chose to believe that or not was a moot point. she was a demon. people tend to forget she used to be a human herself.
“ If you thought it was wrong you never would have agreed in the first place. Admit it. That feeling you get when it all goes right? When you don’t have to drag a body to the middle of the woods and bury it? That’s worth it, right? ”
She knows -- more often than not it doesn’t end up that way. Not right now. And she’s not easy on him. Doesn’t let him forget what he’s trying to do. Doesn’t forget who he’s trying to get strong enough to face.
“ If you want out then -- go. No one’s forcing you to do this, Sam. But just don’t forget... all those bodies -- those people -- were for nothing if you keep doubting yourself. ”