What do you want?

Ruby and Sam haven't been a secret for months now (something Ruby was very grateful for and wasn't sure would ever happen) but, they also haven't really gone on a date in months for a lot of reasons. She's seen Sam; they've even spent the night together, but they haven't been on a date since before they 'came out' to Dean. She was reaching peak frustration and trying to figure out what to do about it (besides be bitchy until Sam figured it out) when Sam asked her out to dinner and to go away for a few days in honor of their first Valentine's Day together.

Ruby isn't sure what Valentine's Day entails, but she's watched a lot of rom coms. With that in mind, she's wearing a dress, a pair of red high heels, and red lace lingerie beneath the dress. The restaurant Sam had given her the address for was nice enough to require a reservation, but not so nice that it made her uncomfortable. She stays in her car watching for the Impala to pull up. Once she sees Sam get out, she gets out of the car and makes her way toward him. Her hair is long and loose around her shoulders and she's put on red lipstick to match the outfit.

Ruby has gotten accustomed to sleeping, especially in the early house of the morning. She tends to go to bed with Sam, but she spends most of her night doing something like reading or knitting or crafting hex bags, potions, and other magical things. Sometimes she'll make soap or shampoo. She always crawls back in bed with Sam sometime in the early (or very late) hours of the day to snuggle up with him and fall asleep so that she can wake up with him. It's a little ritual they both enjoy. Many mornings, Sam will wake up first, but this is a rare occasion when Ruby is up first. Sam is snuggled up, his back against her. Ruby nestles her nose in Sam's hair, taking a deep breath. Something tickles at the back of her mind- his scent is a little different- but she doesn't think much about it. Instead, she reaches up to run her fingers through his hair then starts trailing her hand over his shoulder. That's where she freezes for a second then scoots back, sitting up to get a good look at exactly who is in her bed because it's not Sam; those shoulders are way too feminine.

Ruby grabs her knife from the nightstand, moves quickly before the person in the bed wakes up so that she can straddle her, one knee on each side of the hips, knife held to the woman's throat.

"What did you do with Sam?" she growls, eyes black as pitch.

No Proof, One Touch. But you felt enough

Ruby has seen Sam several times since she revealed that she was a demon to him. While he'd had lots of questions and doubts, he'd also kept coming back to talk to her; he'd kept flirting with her. Ruby was beginning to think that this partnership wasn't going to crash and burn. She'd just gotten out of the bathtub and put on the shirt she'd stolen from Sam in Las Vegas when she got Sam's text asking if he could stop by her room. She responded with her room number. She's gotten in the habit of just staying in whatever motel the boys stay in, despite the fact that she prefers a nicer room than they usually choose.

Once the text is sent, Ruby grabs her jeans from the floor and puts them on, barely getting them buttoned before there's a knock on the door. A wicked smile snakes across her lips as she opens it. "Hello, Puppy. Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

Alek and Zuzu handle most of the business meetings and decisions, but about once a year, Ruby has to visit some of the businesses that work with the rage spas or she has to visit some of the major spas herself (she and Sam tend to visit the smaller ones when they want a spa weekend or day). It's that time of year and Ruby hasn't been to New York City in a while. It's a bonus that DJ lives there now and she wants to check in with him. The meetings take most of the morning on into the afternoon so by the time Ruby shows up at the penthouse, it's late afternoon. She knocks on the front door to be polite (though she's still got a key). When DJ answers, she wraps him up in a big hug. "Hey, Kiddo," she greets him when he lets her go and reaches up to ruffle his hair. "How's it going?"

Ruby had been at the basketball game; she'd seen the injury happen and had known as soon as Sam had hit the ground that something was wrong. The team doctor had wrapped the knee, iced it, and sent him home. At a doctor's appointment the next morning, he'd confirmed Sam had a torn ACL. The surgery had been scheduled for days later. Ruby had spent a great deal of that time at Theo and Melissa's, but the pain pills the doctor had given him had knocked him out so he'd slept through most of it. They'd all gone to sit in the waiting room while the surgery was done. The doctor had promised he'd go home that evening as soon as the anesthesia had worn off, but until then, they took turns in the post-op room with Sam.

Once Melissa had slipped out and back into the waiting room, Ruby went to check on Sam. The room was really just one large room with curtain dividers. "Knock knock," Ruby said as she pushed aside one of the curtains and stepped up beside Sam's bed. "How're you feeling, Puppy?" she asks, sitting on the chair next to the bed.

It wasn't that Ruby wanted to leave this version of Sam, but she needed to get back to herversion of Sam for all of them. It was a theory, but she was pretty sure if she could get back to her version of Sam, it would dramatically change this Sam's life. In some ways, those changes would be better (they would still be together). In others...she couldn't guarantee that his son would ever exist since he wouldn't have slept with DJ's mother if Ruby were there. That being said, Ruby was in the wrong timeline. They both knew it. It had taken Sam several sleepless nights to make the decision (and in some ways it had to be his decision) but two mornings ago he'd come to her and told her he would drive her to the bunker. He'd made arrangements with Melissa for DJ to stay with her for a few days. DJ definitely thought that Sam was just skipping out with his 19 year old 'friend'for a few days. Ruby was pretty sure Sam didn't like that, but it was better than trying to explain the situation to a teenager who didn't have a clue demons, witches, or time travel existed.

The drive to Lawrence had been filled with a lot of hopeful conversation as well as some comfortable silence. There'd been a stop right outside of Lawrence where they could still see the stars bright overhead. They'd danced by the side of the road then laid on the hood of the car holding each other for a little while. Neither of them had voiced it, but they both knew that it was 'just in case' Ruby wasn't a part of his whole life. Without discussing it, they'd climbed back into the car and finished the drive. They'd had breakfast at a diner in Lawerence then gone to the bunker. Ruby had unlocked it with her key. There was a note saying that everyone was on a hunt, but had given a number to call if needed. Ruby had gone straight to the work room she'd once used to put together all her spells. It was well stocked and contained everything the letter from Her Sam had said that they'd need.

The full moon would rise soon and Ruby knew they didn't have a lot of time left. She reached out, taking Sam's hand in hers. "We're going to be okay, Puppy. If it's not okay, I'll find you, or you'll find me. We always do."

It's a very average night at Ruby's house. She and Sam spend most weekends there watching movies or just hanging out. They're watching some sort of suspense movie with a supernatural twist. Ruby is snuggled up to Sam, her head on his shoulder. He says her name and she raises her head, looking up at him. Her eyes go wide and she barely has time to dip her head and move to the side a bit so Sam kisses her nose instead of her lips (and she wishes she didn't have to move away). "Sam, we--" she stops him, reaching up to place her fingers lightly against his lips. She takes a breath, gathering herself for this conversation (one that she had both hoped there would be a need for and also hoped there never would be) "Puppy, I wish we could." She moves her hand and turns her body more toward him, not putting any distance between him, cupping his face with both hands.

"You don't know how many times I've wished we could, but the only reason you're allowed over here at all is that I promised your mom I wouldn't do anything with you until you were eighteen." She smiles softly, sadly at him. "You're seventeen and while I may not look it, I'm several thousand years old. I know the age of consent is 16 here. Yes, I looked it up, but that's if I were 18 or younger. Even my driver's license says I'm 21." Her smile turns a bit devilish. "However, in 193 days, you'll be eighteen."

Yes, she keeps count. There's an app on her phone.

Ruby hates this, but she also knows it's the only way just like she knew Dean had to go to Hell before they could get him back. This is so much worse than losing Dean because she loves Sam. She also knows that she can help Sam survive Lucifer's cage until they can get him out, and that's her focus right now.

Bobby and Dean are discussing the incident with Death, which leaves Ruby and Sam some time alone in one of the spare bedrooms. She sits down, straddling his lap, hands on his shoulders. "Hey, Puppy. We've gotta talk." Her eyes are already filling with tears.

Ruby had agreed to it because it was a good plan. If the Winchesters weren't going to take advantage of her past relationships and the stereotypes and assumptions surrounding her then she was a hypocrite when she accused the boys of not even trying. She hated every minute of the plan even before the torture. She'd agreed on Sam's promise that he wouldn't leave her there to rot.

While Alastair had put the gag on her to keep her from exiting her body (he'd underestimated how attached she was to this particular body), she'd been grateful for it because it had kept her from screaming like a little bitch. It hadn't kept her from crying. The knife cutting her had felt like it was shredding those little bits of her soul and humanity. It had been pain unlike anything even Ruby had experienced, but Sam had made good on his promise, She'd walked out of there wrapped in his coat, but she hadn't exactly done it on her own power. Sam had supported her weight more than her legs had. Once they'd gotten in the car and headed toward the motel, she'd given up caring about appearances. She let Sam carry her into the room. Thankfully he'd gotten them their own room because she couldn't have handled Dean's snide remarks right then.

"Did it work?" she finally asks. Her eyes went black hours ago and she can't even attempt to switch them back.