˚౨ৎ ⋆ ruby x fem winchester!reader. taglist. requests.
this is the last place you should be. if either of the brothers' found out you were on RUBY'S doorstep, you'd be tossed to the wolves. it's what you’d call a suicide mission. you're toeing a line that should scare the shit out of you, not excite you. but adrenaline had always been your foley. and you'd always been a sucker for brunettes that were skilled with a knife.
so, whatever distaste fell from your brothers' lips fell upon deaf ears.
the rain is coming down in droves, pounding against the pavement. it's a calming sound. loud enough to drown out the voices screaming about the 'mistake' you're making. droplets patter against the impala's hood. you take a second to take in a deep breath, the scent of rain potent enough to crash through the closed windows.
rain was a nice smell. you'd always liked it- hell, you'd be able to tell when it would rain based on how the earth smelled.
the cracked wooden walls of the motel room in front of you seem to breathe. not in the old wood sighing way. more in the way a chain smoker of a decade would breathe. it makes you shudder as you pull into a parking spot.
Baby's engine purrs as you idle the car, flicking your wrist to turn off the engine. you glance down at the dashboard. there was enough gas for you to not need to refill the tank later. your fingers close around the headlight switch. flash them twice.
the signal you'd grown costumed to.
it feels like a century had passed. you sit alone with the pounding rain and sounds of your breath. just waiting for the signal back. if she was even here.
then, finally, you can see the motel room light turn on. the curtain in front of it mutes the lighting, but not enough for your eyes to be blind to it. it turns off. then on. and then off again.
with a soft sigh, you pocket the keys. they slip seamlessly into the pocket of your leather jacket. the sound of the rain intensifies as you step out of the car, letting it swing shut behind you.
it's chilly. and the rain was already pelting down on your shoulders and digging into your back. the rivulets felt like tiny stones. but your legs carry you up the steps to the motel door. you glance over both shoulders, double checking you weren't being followed.
the door swings open. ruby stands before you, chocolate eyes zeroing in on you. her expression is blank. like she'd been expecting you for so long your appearance brought no emotion bubbling to the surface.
"what the hell?" you question, eyes blazing as your gaze drifts over her face. "if sam or dean found out where I was―"
there's no sympathy in her voice. "get inside."
her arm extends and she takes a step back, letting the door fall open wider. you're able to see some of the room. the layout looks simple. just a bed atop carpeted flooring.
and much like a puppy―or a kid, you're not quite sure which was more equivalent―you step over the threshold. and into her room.
it takes you a second to find your voice. but when the thought drifts and turns to words on your tongue, you let it out. "you can't just tell me when to come over!"
she stands up straighter. her brow cocks as she looks on at you. her silence becomes almost uncomfortable. it sets your pulse higher and a weird feeling to settle in your chest. she's waiting you out. like you're a child.
ruby's arms cross under her chest. it draws your attention down, nothing the grey tank she's wearing. it's low cut and makes her―no! you're upset. she's telling you what to do and you won't allow her to do it anymore. the very last thing you need is to be distracted by her chest.
"you didn't have to come." her tone is almost too calm. it's smooth like whiskey running over rock. "but here you are."
that wasn't the response you'd anticipated. actually, you weren't even sure what you were waiting on. but it wasn't that calm, cool indifference spindling from her lips.
your breath catches in your throat. all the points you'd wanted to bring up and hash out seem to disappear. like your brain had turned to mush. "yeah.. here I am."
the low lamplight casts a soft glow against her skin. she looks ethereal like this―even if she was in the middle of a one night-stand motel room. her skin looks soft as flower petals. and you knew that it was. she felt like the finest silk someone could buy. and she smelled like lavender. the scent was swirling around you now, curling up into your mind and taking root.
"you staying the night?" her question comes out after a long moment of silence.
"you know I can't." a sigh, followed by your head dipping in shame.
it wasn't your fault your brothers were emotionally stunted and hated ruby. but you were the one who had to bear the consequences―sneaking out in the middle of the night, driving to the middle of nowhere just to steal some time with her. maybe one day they'd understand.
but until then, you were destined to this.
"I know." her tone dips, softening into something sweet. she advances towards you. the scent of lavender fills your senses and makes you feel your walls crumbling down. "i'll just have to take what I can get."
the way she's looking at you makes your knees weak. in this moment, you forget all about the outside world. the disparage your brothers held for her. your annoyance. the fact that she's a demon―none of it matters.
her fingers find your wrist, touch feather light, and runs them up the leather of your jacket. she traces the slope of your shoulder reverently. then her pointer dips into the collar. your pulse jumps. air catches in your throat.
her gaze burns into yours as she tugs at it gently. she wanted it off. and you were more than willing to do so―hands making quick work to pull the jacket off. it crumples to a pool of fabric on the floor.
"you have me." your voice is airy as the whisper comes out.
her fingers are lazily tracing patterns against your skin. everywhere she touches leaves a trail of fire in its wake. her fingers trace your color bone then up the side of your neck, gently pressing against your pulse point. there's a heartbeat in your damned ears. she cups your jaw and brings you closer to her.
"I do."
