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S3 | After Bad Day @ Black Rock Before Sin City

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?"

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His brother had been focused on a bucket list for many months now, which made it easy for Sam to slip away when he wanted to. A part of him wanted to come clean to Dean about everything he'd been doing up to this point. On the other hand, he wanted to know where his feelings were leading him. Why of all people was he drawn to Ruby? He knew, even felt in his bones, that she was a demon when she told him. The truth was, though, that she earned his trust with being forth right with him. She earned his trust by pointing his attention to the right cases that could hopefullyhelp save his brother. As far as he could tell she was extremely attractive as well. He couldn't shake her from his waking and sleeping thoughts. Especially since Las Vegas. What had happened had between them stirred something within him. He couldn't shake this feeling since then. In fact, a little bit shamefully, he kept the piece of underwear she left behind in his travel bag. He had kept her updated with where they were staying since then as well. First it had been gps coordinates and then more simpler clues such as Bluebird; 106 to let her know where he was. Her returning the favor and sharing her whereabouts started changing where they met up. He would head to her.

The notification is received on his end only seconds after the text is sent. Sam only has to exit his room and walk a few doors down to knock on Ruby's. The wicked smile is exactly like the one he dreamt about over the last couple of weeks. He hadn't exactly had anything better to think about besides them when he was put on bed rest by his own brother. "What? No." He turns his head down, flustered with her words more than situation. His jeans were a mildly tighter fit as they mostly were worn by Dean. The front zipper formed a stiff buldge in front that had nothing to do with a certain appendage (yet). "It's not what you think. I picked these up with a few other items from the day cleaners yesterday." He had awkwardly convinced the dry cleaner that the stains were from a deer in the headlight accident (and flashed the fake FBI badge to rest any doubts). Common is all he was told highway accidents were around these parts.

He felt the need to take a steady breath when he stepped behind Ruby and closed the door. "But we haven't seen each other face to face for a while; I thought were should catch each other up."

Ruby figures that Dean will find out eventually, but even if he doesn't, she's not focused on the minutia of a relationship. Whether Dean or Sam believes it or not, she is invested in saving Dean and killing Lilith. She's focused, but it hasn't escaped her notice that Sam is hot. Las Vegas had certainly piqued her interest in Sam and made her very aware of her attraction to him (and his to her). Before Vegas, she hadn't really thought Sam would be attracted to her because she was a demon. Maybe it was just a physical attraction and a biological response to the smoking hot body she was in, but Ruby knew Sam well enough to think that maybe it wasn't just that. Besides, he kept in touch with her, let her know his whereabouts (as if she weren't stalking him) and kept coming to see her, even when she didn't have any new updates for him. She wasn't sure if there was something more there; she wasn't even sure if she was capable of something more, but she wanted to see where it went. He needn't feel bad about the underwear. After all, she wears his shirt almost every night when she settles in to relax.

Bed rest had been good. While the shoulder wound was far from critical, it did need a little time to heal. During that sabbatical, Ruby had texted him often, occasionally calling him, not to discuss anything in particular, but to check on him. "Bad joke. It's from an old Mae West movie called Goin' to Town. I watch a lot of TV in the middle of the night." However, when he looks down, so does she. That wicked smile is still there as she lets her eyes slide back up to him.

Her focus snaps out of the gutter with his words. "Right. Catch up." Business as usual, Ruby. "All the demons topside are still stirred up. It could be from the whole Azazel being taken out and the power grab for Hell, but I think things would be quieter up here if that's all it is. The guy in Vegas didn't have a lot for me. If I can find out who is holding Dean's deal, I might be able to broker something. Maybe convince them to give me his deal so I can handle it the way I want." Which, she hopes, goes without saying means that Dean would live a long life. Ruby would just...you know have ownership of his soul. It's the best plan she's come up with so far that keeps Dean from going to Hell. Though she still thinks they'll have to stick with operation plan b: save Dean.

For the time being. Sam figures Dean is too busy with his bucket list to notice. Sam will come clean when he's ready. He hasn't believed that's all Ruby wanted in the beginning, but he sees that her actions do certainly speak for a desire to be free of demon drama. Dean's life is what the bargain of working with her seemed to be, which he thought was agreeable. What happened in Las Vegas certainly complicated matters; it blurred the professional lines of their deal to work together. Sam had even started thinking of her more as a person more than a demon because of their communication. He thought she seemed more interesting when hist rest was more important than actively searching out cases. Every text she had sent him had kept him company. Even a few messages back and forth was more fun than sitting around and watching movies all day or trying to read one handedly. He texted back often to share how his progress was going. For instance, when he got some motor function back that didn't instantly cause him a jolt of pain up his arm. Or if there was nothing to report, a random piece of trivia he picked up. Jupiter has the longest day, for instance.

He hadn't had a girlfriend in a long time so it was not only the underwear he had trouble figuring out what to do with. It was more than that. This. Them. The dreams. None of it was how he ever imagined thinking about a girl again. Sharing that with her would likely be hid hardest challenge knowing some of the things that came out of her mouth. He ran his hand against the back of his neck when she pointed at the reference. He'd been caught off guard so much with her words now that he missed the reference completely. His lips tugged in that manner that suggests he knew and just realized his mistake. His eyes dart away as he can't look her straight in the eyes in his embarrassment, but he can see the little push on her lips in the corner of his vision. "Right. Moving on then," he clears his throat.

Sam feels his level of impatience to find a way to get Dean out of his deal bubble up as Ruby talks. He takes a few breaths in through his nose to steady his nerves. He thinks about his words. All they do know from the last time Ruby found anything is a demon by the name of Crowley might have the deal or know who does. "What can I do? Maybe its time we change our tactics. Get them to come to us. Anything." She could suggest he take control of his powers again.

Ruby's motivation has always been relatively simple. She needs Sam to help her and Sam needs her to save Dean. It had been a simple transaction before Vegas (though if she's honest, her feelings about Sam have been complicated for a very long time). His texts had only encouraged her to keep up the stream of conversation that wasn't about 'business' at all. She'd responded to his random trivia with her own (Caterpillars completely turn into liquid inside the chrysalis. When the liquid reconstitutes into a butterfly, it retains its memories).

She might have some suggestions for him regarding the underwear if he asks. In any case, she's got no use for it having decided that commando was better. He might be surprised to find that she's in the same situation. She never expected to find herself thinking of a human this way (she's never even had sex with a human before). They can awkward their way through it together at least. She's incredibly smug about having caught him off guard so thoroughly. It really is one of the joys in her life. She likes flustering Sam more than she probably should.

Ruby pretends to think about it a moment, tapping her lips with her fingers before she says "You could learn to use your powers. The way I've suggested you should already. Right now, whatever has demons stirred up would eat you for lunch, Samuel. Powers. Learn to use them."

If it had remained a simple transaction, he might have been more thankful. Little did he want to admit that his feelings were growing. The trivia in return keeps the conversation going. Sam mentions he did not know that about Caterpillars and the conversation remains on trivia before switching to earnest questions what Ruby does in her down time. Little do either know it would open up each other for future private visits.

The last thing he needs is for her to know that he kept them and her to offer suggestions. Suffice to say, he'd already figured out what to do with them without any advice. He would be surprised to know that she thinks about him too. Awkward is the only way they're going to get through most the conversation with the way she likes to tease him. (Finding out she goes commando might leave him speechless to say anything.)

Sam has a seat on the edge of her bed when she feigns thought (mirroring the bold nature she introduced herself to him months eariler). At this point, there were few boundaries between her and himself that he didn't feel she crossed first. "I've told you, it's Sam." He paused to close his eyes, resist the little headache forming between his eyes. "No, there's got to be another way. My powers- the visions don't happen anymore. Not since Azazel was killed. What about... what aboit your demon knife? If this thing is so bad, we could use more of those."

Her response to his question about her down time isn't exciting: watch movies, read romance novels, take very long bubble baths. She responds in kind, asking him what he likes to do. They'll inevitably end up talking about favorite books and movies.

Oh, she does and in the same way he's thinking about her with those underwear. She even wears his shirt while thinking about him. Though, his scent is starting to fade so she might have to coerce him into leaving another one for her soon. He'll get used to the teasing eventually, though she hopes he won't stop reacting because she would miss those reactions and the blushing.

Ruby is a rebel and a rule breaker. If there's a line to cross, she's probably going to cross it. "That's not how it works, Sam. Your power isn't tied to Azazel. It's tied to the demon blood in you. I know the blood is still there. I can smell it and feel it. That means your powers are still there; you just don't believe in them so they don't believe in you." His suggestion of another knife gets a glare from her. "Yes. Let's just split what little is left of my soul off into a dozen blades because you're too afraid to suck it up and use your power."

Exciting is exactly what it comes across to Sam. While he might not be a romance reader, books are a dear form of pass time to him. He is also for a good soak in the bath sort of guy (not that he mentions it). He adds that he enjoys foreign movies as well. There's a theme in his current media pass times and it's magic and fantasy related.

The irony isn't lost that they're on the same page about something unbeknownst to either of them. She could ask nicely for another one of his shirts, but his most likely response would be she took the first shirt without asking. A trade for his old one in return for a newly discarded one might be the only way. Definitely not today, maybe not next week, but eventually his reactions will simmer to a faint red in his cheeks. He'd never not be flustered by her even a little.

His buttons were certainly pushed by her in the beginning. He knows a little better now that he has to give her the same as he gets. His brow lifts a little doubtful of her explanation (of himself being capable deep down). "Then teach me. If you're miss know-it-all. How do I use it?" Part of him absolutely still hates it when people bring up that there is demon blood in his veins. That he's been dirtied and never able to clean it. He feels it too. Something about Ruby pulls his attention but he doesn't want to think how it might be her soul. Her aura.

Her sharp response doesn't do any her favors not to sour his mood; his lips twist with annoyance. "You could just say that without all the attitude. I've tried using my powers, believe me. They are not in me anymore." (Oh, but Sam, you like that attitude.) He rolls his own brand of sass back.

The mention of foreign movies leads them to languages spoken and understood. Ruby is fluent in several, but she brushes it off as a by-product of having lived as long as she has. Ruby's reading interests are vast, but she leans toward romance in a variety of genres like sci-fi, romantasy, and historical fiction.

She's not sure if they're to the her asking nicely stage of things. She's much more likely to do a trade without mentioning it's a trade. She does enjoy the fluster.

"Strong emotions are always a good way to start," she suggests. "Anger is particularly motivating. Desperation is usually good. Tap into those and think about what you want from your power then believe it will be there for you. Would you keep calling me for help if you didn't think I'd show up?" she asks. Sorry, Sam, but she rarely steps around things that make others uncomfortable. If it helps, she doesn't see it as something he should be ashamed about. It's part of what makes him him, and without thinking too much about it, she likes who he is.

She's not here to improve his mood. She's here to make sure Lilth dies and to uphold her end of the bargain (saving Dean). She rolls her eyes at his admonishment of her attitude as well as his conviction that his powers aren't there anymore. "Fine. I find another way to kill Lilth," her eyes go black, "or spend my entire fucking existence salting myself into rooms and waiting for housekeeping to break the salt line at the door before I can leave, always looking over my shoulder to make sure there's no one wanting to drag me back to Hell and put me on a spit because I killed their favorite demon pet, never feeling even half way decent because my power is always drained from never being able to relax and recharge. It's fine, Sam. I don't mind at all. After all, I'm a just a demon. Why would I want any kind of decent existence. And oh, by the way, if you don't man the fuck up, Dean is going to be on that spit in Hell that I'm trying so fucking hard to avoid."

A by product of her time on the earth or not, Sam hasn't met many people that can speak more than two. One way to look at it is that he started to see her in a different light the more they talked. Romance didn't seem silly at all. It shone a light on how human she was. They talked for a long time before one of them had to go.

Nice would be asking permission in this case, even if it was presented as a trade without so many words. Then she should be happy to notice some of the other signs of how he gets flustered and tries to take back some ~~control~~ composure. He scratches the side of his head and sweeps back the hair in his eye.

What she's saying about strong emotions especially desperation rings true in his very sense of being. It doesn't mean he wants to feel that way now or in the future. He didn't ask to be brought back to only lose his brother in a year. He didnt ask to have demon blood in him. The weight of the world on his shoulders feels so disheartening that sometimes he can't breathe. A large part of him wishes this wasn't his path, but the other part knows he has to go down it to reach the light at the end of the tunnel. No one else can. Ruby pointing out that he asked for her help only cements that he's what he must do. He tries to get his breathing even as her words sink in. The words cut, they sting but he knows no one else right now who is willing to face the cold hard truth. Certainly, Dean wasn't, no matter how many times Sam tried to talk to him about it.

"Okay, so I let myself feel like I do every other day, let it all in, and imagine Lilith or someone I'm after, and focus? Will that help me locate her?" He givea away that he has a better idea how to use his abilities than he gives himself credit for. He could infact teach himself to use his dreams to locate Dean's deal if he gave himself that credit.

His mood is certainly not improved because of all the doubt he holds within him. But he does want to believe Ruby. First her reaction isn't so bad that he can handle the eyeroll and black eyes. "Ruby, fine, let's just agree to try it both ways. I'll look into others to kill Lilith on my own if you dont want to, but if you really think I have my powers, we figure it out on my terms. You only make the suggestions on how to do it and I'll decide." Which neither of them know will lead to fully unprepared yet. Only when he truly loses Dean will his pride break down enough to do it Ruby's way. The more Ruby describes the worst outcome he can imagine does Sam's eye start to twitch. Firstly, he stopped thinking of her as a lowly demon months ago. He neither wanted nor thought she deserved a life on the run. Next the picture painted of Dean was a low hit. Telling him to man up wasn't appreciated either, but Sam felt both frustrated and encouraged by the dare to step up. His mouth twisted into a frown. Without a thought, he grabbed Ruby's arm to pull her attention back down. "Listen to me, none of that is going to happen. Not to Dean, not to you. I don't believe you're just a demon, but we have to be ready for anything. I don't have all the answers. I didn't think I'd think this way but I need to help me figure some of them. I'm asking you to just let me figure out other ways. One all or nothing plan focused on what I can to is a lot to ask of me. I- I wake up and I don't know exactly what I'm doing most days anymore. Things have changed since I came out of Cold Oak." The haunted town in South Dakota that hosted the deadly competition between the unwitting special children.

The fidgeting is adorable and makes her heart flip flop a little. However, it won't make her go easy on him, either in the flirting department or the telling it like it is department.

No, he didn't ask for any of this, but that's not how life works. The only thing he can do is handle it to the best of his ability. She softens a little when he says he lets himself feel the way he does every day. She doesn't want him to be miserable nor does she want him to feel awful, but pretending it away won't work (looking at you here, Dean). "It's more that you imagine your power working and doing what you want it to do. You can snuff Lilith out like a candle with that brain of yours and your power, Sam. You just need to believe it," she pauses and makes a eh and also face, "and put in a lot of practice controlling it. And as much as it's going to suck for me, I'm offering to be your demon training dummy. Once you're good enough to scare me, we'll talk about hunting down some others."

She hesitates at his compromise but is also aware it's probably the best offer she's going to get. "Okay. We'll try it your way. He gets her attention by grabbing her; he hasn't touched her often enough for it not to get his attention. He gets even more of it when he says none of that is going to happen to her. Her eyes flicker from black, back to green as she looks up at him. "Sam, you're the same person you've always been. Your eyes have just been opened and I get it; it's not an easy thing to deal with. None of what you're going through is easy, but it doesn't change who you are. You wouldn't be my puppy if it did. I'm still betting on you, Sam."

Part of him knows that he can handle her flirting once he grows more used to her. If she did anything but tell him how it is, he wouldn't keep asking her for help.

It's not how hunting works either but sometimes the line of work they're in has it breaks. It hasn't felt like that since his agency was taken from him. It was taken when he was placed in that town and again when Dean brought him back without any concern for what Sam would have to face on his own. It does help to realize he said more than he wanted to say; Ruby isn't exactly an ear he'd bend everyday but he's never gotten the impression that she would tell another soul. He doesn't believe the misery will last forever but it won't go anywhere until Dean is saved. His doubt in having or using his powers has a lot to do with how he sees it can only corrupt his spirit. Ava was proof of that. Jake was, too. Sam hasn't stopped thinking about the other children like himself that didn't make it. He hasn't stopped thinking about how his sense of being was so angry at Jake until it dissipated with knowing the man was dead. His doubt doesn't start to fade from his eyes until Ruby spells it out in certain terms. "My demon training dummy? What exactly do you have in mind?" It isn't a no from him yet. He would suggest they find other demons if he knew exactly what she had in mind.

It's the only way he's agreeing to it. "...Then I'll call you when I can get away next." And start to train. When her eyes return to green, he realizes how tight he was holding her arm and ducks his head apologetically. His grip loosens but doesn't drop away completely. "If we're being honest, I haven't felt the same since I died and came back. It's... There's something that feels different. I- I don't know why I'm telling you any of this. You really should stop calling me that. It's just Sam. The only thing you said that makes any sense is that none of is this is easy; you're betting on me and I need for us to explore every avenue to kill Lilith. That's our deal." It's one thing to no longer blink at her eyes going back, it's another for Sam to watch them return to their natural green. Not even for a second has his eyes removed off of hers since they changed back.

She'll keep his secrets even in the face of torture. Besides that, Sam is literally her only friend. There's no one to tell. She would be glad to hear that Sam doesn't believe this misery will last, that he believes they'll find a way to save Dean. Ruby won't lie to him; using his powers could definitely corrupt him. However, he's got her and Dean to keep him grounded. She's not going to let him turn into something evil. She also gets that he doesn't quite trust her yet to keep him him. She smiles sweetly, almost patronizingly. "You practice your powers on me. When you're starting to worry me that you might kill me, we'll find another demon for you to practice with." And she'll protest. It's not that she's masochistic, but she can better help if she knows exactly what he's doing. He should realize that she's enough of a survivor that she will tell him when it's too much.

It's not that he's holding on too tightly; it's that he's touching her at all. "You died. I don't think you'll ever feel the same again, but that didn't change who you are. It just added another experience to your life, one I'd prefer you not repeat anytime soon." She holds his gaze, but doesn't step away from him. She doesn't know what he's thinking or if they're done here, but she is curious what's going on in his head.

One day he might have the opportunity to look back at everything she's done for him and thank her. It goes without saying she is his friend too. Only there's so much going on right now that he's a little lost on what to call them. Sometimes it's being able to get things out in the open that put things into prospective. He should consciously be aware that should apply to himself, but it would hold more weight if someone like Ruby or Dean told him his powers don't have to corrupt. He trusts her enough to talk about some things at least. She hasn't been in his life long enough (that he knows of) to allow him to open up to her in every way. He sees her smile exactly as it is; genuine, but not often muscle she used. "Well, I don't like the idea practicing on you. We're working together in this and you need to be in good shape too." There's more to do than that. The more he talks, the more he searches himself for what he means by his words. It has nothing to do with whether or not he believes she can handle it or not.

He would let go of her if she indicated that she wanted him to. His grip all but hovers over her skin now. "I'd prefer not to either. I don't remember it being anything until I woke up. I couldn't describe it as feeling rested. It wasn't like sleeping. Somehow, though, I still feel like I slept too long. Maybe you're right about how I'll never feel the same. It's meant to be this way." He recalls blackness swirling around him only when he came back to. He'd never guess it was the demon that brought his soul back that he experienced.

The longer he locks his eyes on hers, the less he cares about how awkward it is. Her words about him not repeating his experience with death replay in his head. Over and over. He can't pretend that they don't mean something to him. He'd be lying to himself if he didn't realize that he gives her a squeeze on her arm again. Normally they would be done here but his eyes shift with a look she might not understand.

He leans in closer but not so close to blow up her personal space. Part of him is looking for something in her eyes. Permission, perhaps, but intent as well. There's a little hesitation on his part as he grapples with the small notion of his interest in Ruby.

Ruby doesn't need a label as much as she needs clarification about what he wants from her. She would like to know if his feelings about her are as chaotic as hers about him have become, though she knows that's asking for a lot. Right now, she's settling for being his friend and the kick in his ass that he so desperately needs whether he knows it or not. "You're sweet, Sam. And I appreciate that you don't want to torture me, but if you get in over your head or if you absolutely crush it, how am I supposed to know if that's you or if the demon is just a weak-ass bitch? I'll let you buy me fries, draw me a bath, and tell me I'm pretty afterwards," she smiles sweetly at him. Really, she knows it's good that Sam doesn't want to hurt her, but is apparently willing to hurt other demons; it means he's thinking of her as a person and not a monster. If talking is helping him figure things out, he's more than welcome to ramble at her. Unlike most people, she actually enjoys the sound of his voice and hearing what's going on in his head.

She doesn't want him to let go and she didn't even mind when his grip on her was tighter. The lighter grip feels more intimate somehow and keeps her rooted in place. "If I had to guess, it was because you weren't supposed to die. No one knew what to do with your soul so it was just sort of stuck in limbo or maybe the universe always knew that Dean would bring you back so there was no point in putting you on the shuttle to Heaven when Dad would just have to turn the car around."

She does not understand that look. She's seen it before, but not on him, not directed at her. Her brow furrows slightly with confusion as she attempts to figure out what's going on in his head.

The closer proximity only makes her shift a little closer to him. His hand is still on her arm and something about the way he moves closer to her gives her the impression of permission so she reaches up to push a little bit of his hair off his forehead. "What's going on up here, Sam?" Her voice is soft, almost a whisper. Her fingertips linger against his temple; her expression has morphed from confused to curious.

"Then we find a demon on your level," he continues to insist. Of course he realizes there is more risks involved with the entrapment of a demon; he feels more than ready as opposed to using Ruby.

Isn't obvious by now? He looks at her almost everytime he sees her in person as if the world just got more complicated. His side glances never meant that he wanted to hasten his interaction with her. Talking with her feels more comfortable than he'd care to admit. He hasn't yet realized her voice in many ways centers him only that sometimes it plays in his head when he asks himself what to do next. Often her voice is accompanied by a picture of her face and goldilocks. He recognizes at least how valuable she has.

For a while at least he hand stays rooted on her shoulder. All this talk about her as his practice dummy and the thing he's most aware of is her well being. The intimacy of his touch is rooted in him letting his feelings come to the surface. "If that's what it was, I hope no one else has to experience that. It's emptiness. What Dean did- I owe him a way out of it." He feels a mild chill throughout at the thought of being in limbo. He hates that he feels remotely thankful to be alive when it means worse things than Heaven for Dean.

He notes her brows shift with confusion, and while that sparks hesitation within him, he doesn't pull away. He's seen that look before in his teenage years. Not only just in girls he kissed but within himself.

To try to make her understand, he holds her eye contact until she can sort it out. He feels a little like a teenager again. A little uncertain and more sweaty.

The moment she brushes his hair stuck on his forehead away, something about it feels more permissive to him. Likewise he is giving her permission to come closer. A whisper follows to ask what he is doing, and rather than spoil the moment with words, he closes the little bit of distance between them. His lips touch hers lightly, giving her a chance to pull away if she wants to. He can't hold in the little frenzy in the pit of his stomach forever. Soon as he's sure she wants it, he deepens the kiss, both of his hands cup the back of her head.

Ruby rakes a hand through her hair. "It's nice to know you think demons like me are a dime a dozen. If we can find one and we can trap it, and we have a secure place to keep it, I'll go along with your plan. If we can't, we go with my plan."

She's noticed that look, but she wasn't sure if it was confusion, constipation, or him trying to figure out his feelings about her. She'd told him once that she'd be the little fallen angel on his shoulder. If it makes him feel any better, she often finds herself asking What Would Sam Do when confronted with a moral issue.

"I don't think most people have that limbo." She pauses. "Except demons. That's where we go when we die." She nods a little. "I promise, I won't stop looking until I find a way to save him." Though she may not be able to save him from his deal, just Hell.

It's the way he holds eye contact that gives her an idea that he might actually be thinking about kissing her, though she doesn't have much experience with this sort of scenario. The way his heart races is also an excellent clue. Thanks to all of the little signs, the kiss doesn't take her entirely by surprise. She melts into it almost immediately. Her hands slide to the back of his neck, into his hair as he deepens the kiss. Her body arches toward him, brushing against him before she presses closer. She makes it very clear she wants this and more, but she's going to let him drive.

He wants to throw his hands up at her attitude but settles for scrunching his nose. "Okay, if we can't find anyone on your level, we'll do it your way. But when we find one, I know place that's quiet for miles. There's a cabin only thirty minutes from here." Of course he doesn't think she's a dime a dozen. In fact, she's one of a kind in other ways, and he isn't so naive to think it will be easy to find someone on her level. The one thing the have in their favor is bait. Him. He's the bait. The plan formulating in his mind will require Ruby to make herself more scarce and Sam to find an excuse to be away from Dean for a day or so.

One day the both of them will likely see more clearly what these looks were. He wouldn't want to know that he looked mildly constipated though. He hasn't forgotten that she claimed to be the fallen angel on his shoulder; more than that isn't lost on him that she also said that she'll be there with him. It actually might make him feel better if he knew she asked herself what he'd do. As Dean's year ticks closer to the mid way point, Sam questions sometimes if he should stick by his morals or try to be more like Dean.

Sam let it sink in that it was limbo. Coming back to life wasn't an experience most people went through, much less came back from with any reputable claim to. He could almost consider himself an exception. The gnarly knife scar along his spine was evidence to that. So, what Ruby said made sense. His eyes turn to the side, subconsciously looking away from her as he nods to agree with everything she said. "You're the only one I can count on." So he thinks. At least until Dean gets his act together.

Some part of the back of his brain expects that she might push him away... so he doesn't fully allow himself to lean into the kiss right off the bat. Another part plays out that she night protest. After all, they're from two different worlds. He's quick to realize how wrong he is. As her hands tickle the back of his hairs, his heartrate speeds up. It doesn't take him long to realize how she closes the space between them rather than widens it. Clearly he's not the only one tempting fate; he knows that if he wants to see where this will go, he needs to tempt it a little more. His kiss breaks eventually for that silly human need of air but his hand falls from her face to drag across her shoulders; a signal of sorts. Where this will go is up to her as well. However, not pausing there, his eye contact moves from her eyes, down, back up leaning more to the left. No, her spade necklace is far from what interests him.

It's clear by the expression on Ruby's face that she knows he's the bait and that she doesn't like it. However, the cabin sounds like it's got potential. She nods a little in agreement. It's as close as they're going to come to a deal. When he shares the details of his plan with her, she'll agree to make herself more scarce but insist he let her put a magic tracker on him so that she can keep track of him from further away. He should know by now, she's never really very far away from him.

One of these days, probably sooner than later, it'll be a conversation. While Ruby can appreciate Dean's attitude toward life, she also knows that Sam will need those morals and that willpower for what they've got to do. She's the one that will nudge him where she thinks he needs to be nudged and tell him to sit down, she'll do the dirty parts when necessary. Ruby very much (wants) needs Sam to stay Sam through all of this. "Good boy," she murmurs in a low, husky voice that she's not intentionally trying for right now. It's a product of the UST between them at this moment.

Neither of those options crossed her mind, though hypocritically, she thinks he might do the same thing. They're both fully invested in tempting fate right now. Her lips fall into a natural pout when he pulls away even after she realizes he's pulling away for air. She's watching him, watching where his gaze falls and attempting to untangle what's going through his head. Her hand comes up to fiddle with her necklace a moment then she glances over her shoulder to the bed to the left behind her before looking back to Sam. She takes a couple of steps back, her eyes never leaving him, until the backs of her knees hit the bed. She stops there, hands going to the hem of her tee shirt then pausing before she reaches out for him, encouraging him to meet her next to the bed. She's trying to make it clear that she wants this, but he has to be the one driving it. She doesn't want (is afraid) to be responsible for something he'll regret later.

He knows it isn't easy for either of them, much less for her to accept. The best thing, as he figures, to do is move on and discuss the rest of the plan. He'll pause at her request, only to ask, "What do you need to perform the spell?" His body language gives away that he doesn't want anything eating up too much time. One more thing to slow them down would push his buttons a little. After all, they only have one chance at this. Of course, he wouldn't ask her to be too far from him. That's one thing he can be mindful of in his budding impatience.

It will be. Sam clearly is on edge about getting his brother back so a conversation might lead to a fight. Of course, he'll come to realize Ruby would be right about a lot of thing. Just one of them is that he should be true to himself and not try to be anyone. What he does do, it's still him that come out the other side of this. Likewise, Sam wouldn't want Ruby to do all the dirty work. The fight belongs to the both of them. He opens his mouth to say something. Closes it almost as quick. There's no fight in him left to tell her not to treat him as a pet. Something about being called a good boy is rather inviting.

The thought that fate didn't want them intertwined had crossed his mind. He choose to ignore all the doubts that clawed through his mind as their lips touched. He let only the feelings that felt right raise to his core. A small bit of doubt climbs to the surface only when he momentarily mistakes her pout as a frown when he moves back for air. The two of them could guess all day what the other is thinking and miss the mark by miles. He realizes the pout isn't anything discouraging after a few moments at least. His gaze stays drawn to her as she fiddles with her necklace and when she glances backwards. On one end, it isn't overly clear what she's signaling. On the other, he has an idea, enough to wait until she takes a few steps back towards the bed, eye contact never leaving his, making it impossible to misread. He takes a breath and steps forward. His stride closes the gap quicker than her own to move back. He understands that he's meeting her where she at. The rest of his understanding is guess work. He doesn't stop to question why she paused at her hem, only that she's waiting to see what he will do. Her eyes, her hands touch the fabric of his shirt by accident or otherwise so he removes it as a barrier. It falls somewhere on the floor. Right now, regret has been pushed aside for his want. He touches her arm to either resume the kiss or signal her to remove her shirt or touch his bare skin. He might need to drive in this scenario, but she's the passenger and the map coordinator. Every action needs a reaction. It's only moments between whatever action she choose that he presses against her, his free hand moving to the back of her neck and allowing gravity to topple them on the bed.

"I can make do with your hair, but blood will give me the best bead on you. I'll make an ink, cast a spell on the ink and a map, then draw a small rune on you. I should be able to follow you on a map until the rune washes off, which it won't easily or for a few weeks," Ruby answers. She senses his impatience. "Neither the spell or the rune will take long. I'll have to grab a few other things from a shop, but I should be able to find the rest of the ingredients pretty easily. They're common. The spell is complicated; the ingredients are not."

She definitely doesn't consider him a pet; it's a term of endearment, something he'll come to realize in time.

To be fair, she's not sure she is signaling anything. She's fidgeting because she doesn't know how to do this or where it goes; she's fidgeting because she wants this, but she doesn't want him to regret her. She's got butterflies the size of bats in her stomach, but she also feels like she's turned to molten warmth. He doesn't hesitate long, and she's grateful for that; it's almost painful to have this distance between them right now. Every single one of her touches are purposeful and intentional, but she does still feel like she needs permission.

When he divests himself of his shirt, she takes a step back, eyes drinking him in. After a moment her hands go to his sides, fingertips grazing across his skin. Her eyes eventually move back up to find him watching her. the look in his eyes as well as his half nakedness, is all the prompting she needs to remove her own shirt and toss it to the floor; now they're even so that when he presses closer to her, his bare skin touches hers as they tumble back onto the bed, lips already colliding. Ruby's hands explore the planes of his back, his sides and stomach between them before traveling to the waistband of his pants. When the kiss breaks to give Sam a moment to breath, her lips fall to the curve of his neck, kissing, nipping, and tasting his skin.

He contemplates for a moment about what she's asking for with his blood, and decides a little of it can't hurt. He makes a fist with his hand and holds it out to her. She can nick his skin, or if she hesitates too long, he'll do it himself. "Okay. Take a few drops. Just don't let it fall into the wrong hands." He uses her own words about the demon blade as a condition for being in possession of his blood.

He turns to glance beyond the window to where the Impala is parked. "There's a map in the boot of the car. Anything I can do here while you get the ingredients? A pentagram?"

Whenever she can get around to the shopping portion, that is. In time, anything she has for him in endearment will be more appreciated. As long as she isn't pushing him away, their signals aren't too crossed. Molten warmth is a good feeling to have all things considered. He's already made the conscious decision not to regret this, specifically her later. It doesn't feel like she asks for his permission, or needs to. They're both adults. More so, it hasn't yet occurred to him that this is all of a new experience for her in any way. That's his first mistake. He does make up for the communication gap as he continues to make himself available to her. The shirt was only a start.

She drinks him in for a moment and when she's ready, his hands place themselves over her after they wonder across his skin. He can't seem to tear his eyes off one thing or another and they always come back to her. His hands almost help hers remove the fabric of her shirt, partly getting in the way too. He needs only one hand or elbow to prop himself up on the bed when they collide, perfectly and comfortably pressed together. The kiss lasts what seems like forever but also only seconds. Butterflies bubble more in his throat due to the excitement, nothing about it warning him to abandon his actions from pressing further. His other hand entwines his fingers into her hair before the kiss dissipates. Her hands provide a welcome distraction to his thoughts taking over again. Somewhere between the strokes on his back and the warm sensation that travels to his stomach, for the first time in a long time, his guard completely falls to the way side. He encourages her to tug at his waistband if she likes by pressing closer to her, hand traveling to her waist. Should she actually go to strip him of his pants, he'll prop himself up enough to make it feasible. Likewise, it isn't much longer than that where fingers unbutton the top of her leather pants. Patience isn't his strong suit?

The nip at his neck is enough to pull him back to her, filling the gap between their bodies not pressed together. His hand glides over the side of her waist, rests at her cheek. That love bite produces a growl in his throat.

"It's better and more effective fresh," she tells him about his blood. "Easy tiger," she says to him. "Even magic shops have operating hours. I'll go first thing in the morning and text you when I'm ready to do the spell. You can pop over, spill your blood, and we'll look at the map so we can make a more detailed plan. I know you're eager to sacrifice yourself for Big Brother, but I'd like to make sure we all survive."

He needn't worry about her pushing him away, just her knowing how close to get and where his boundaries with her are. They're communicating just fine right now in any case. The idea of a real relationship is new to Ruby, as is this sort of intimacy. No, he doesn't need to ask permission nor does she feel like she has to beyond slightly hesitant actions and touches that give him a moment to stop her should he want to. As for regret, he can show her how he doesn't regret this later. For now, it's obvious enough he wants this, wants her.

Every touch, every kiss, every press of his body against hers only serves to fan the flames of her need, leaving her panting and desperate for more of him. When he presses harder against her, her hands grip the waistband of his jeans harder as she gasps out his name. She fumbles with his pants, arching up into the hardness of him, finally pushing his jeans down over his hips. She lets her lips trail down his chest and his stomach then even further as she pushes the pants all the way off. She lavishes attention on him with her lips, her tongue and the occasional light scrape of her teeth before moving back up his body so that he can divest her of her pants as well. One of them (her) is entirely too clothed at the moment.

That growl is enough to make her practically feral as she nips at his neck again, sucking the skin lightly this time. He's not getting out of here unscathed.

It's easier said than done when it comes to waiting to save Dean. He turns to the time on the nightstand and grumbles at it. He's not upset with Ruby though. His arm fall back to his side, and after what feels like many minutes of thought, but in reality is only seconds, he sighs heavily. "You're right. First thing in the morning, you go to the shop, and I'll set up whatever needs to be done here and wait for your call." It goes without saying that he could also use that time to sterilize a knife so he doesn't get some infection from drawing a little blood. Ruby being the voice of reason will not be anything buy weird for some time.

All he needs to know is that she wants it as much as him. Slowly, the hesitation leaves the both of them. The intimate gestures and touch become less hesitant, more expressive of desire and closeness. He forgets quickly his feelings and boundaries with a demon, or scaring her away.

Every touch, every kiss, every part of him that presses against her is intentional. His body remembers what it is like to lust for and love a person at the same, every action and reaction designed to stir an equal and opposite one whilst not being forceful. Hearing his name as a gasp only serves to make his pants feel tighter. His hands explore her skin until they find something of an appropriate size to squeeze softly in response. Her breasts.

It comes as a small relief when her hand unintentionally tug his waistband forward to give him a feeling of freedom. Never does a second past that he takes his eye on her during this next part. He couldn't let himself blink until her lips traveled down. The pleasure washes over him and his head rolls back as his body voluntarily jolts forward as things reach a point. He spends a moment gathering his breath when Ruby pulls back. His eyes show an understanding of what she's doing by not going all the way with him, and he frees her of her pants by running both his hands to her waist and pulls the fabric down until it falls off her ankles. There was no longer anything to stop skin on skin.

He leans into her and produces a similar grunt as before with her at his neck, the cold of body against his. He encourages her to leave a mark on him that he can wear without regret. At the same time, he positions himself just right so that he gives her notice of his intent. Fortunately, coming out of this unscathed isn't what he's hoping for. His hand rests at the back of her neck to encourage her bite while he rocks into her.

Ruby considers herself very practical. She just doesn't always have the morality and emotion impacting her practicality that Sam does.

There's no doubt in any of the touches, reactions, or vocalizations about how much Ruby wants Sam. She may not be good at expressing things vocally, but she is excellent at showing through actions. Ruby arches up into that touch, encouraging Sam to squeeze and grab. She moves from his neck, giving him freedom to explore her neck, breasts and body with his mouth as well. Lust isn't something new to her, but the emotion that flickers behind this lust is. She's already grappling with the emotions Sam elicits in her and will, undoubtedly, grapple with the depth of emotion that this kind of intimacy evokes. Ruby is falling in love with Sam and she's not sure how to deal with that knowledge or emotion.

Sam will learn in time that Ruby needs very little encouragement to mark her territory. She sucks and nibbles at his skin, leaving small marks. At his nudging, her legs fall open and she lifts her hips up slightly into him, encouraging him to sink all the way into her. When he does sink into her, she gasps his name Samuel and bites his neck, not hard enough to break the skin or to cause any kind of distracting pain, but hard enough to leave a mark, hard enough to mix pleasure and pain in the best way. She slides one foot to the back of his leg, hooking around his leg in a message that says yes and please. She arches up into him, gasping, encouraging and finally saying "more". Her hands tangle in his hair, tying him to her as pleasure builds, coils, and peaks for the both of them. She wraps him up in her arms, one leg still tangled in his as he collapses on top of her, breath panting and heart hammering. She's warm, fuzzy, dizzy and has absolutely zero desire to be further than this from Sam. However, she has no idea of what is supposed to happen next (does he get up and take a shower? Should she get dressed? This part of intimacy is new to her because she's reasonably certain that this isn't a wham, bam, thank you ma'am situation with Sam). She's just going to snuggle here with him and try to take her cue from him.

With the freedom to grab and squeeze where he sees fit, he pulls her body closer to him, meeting her half way only up to her level. This isn't like any other time he's been with a women. He's careful but not too careful. The desire inside of him pushes to have more free reign and he allows it little by little to flow through him into his fingertips, the touches across her skin with his lips, the sounds that emit from his throat as the intimacy and lust very quickly builds. It becomes very clear that he won't scare away Ruby with a little extra than he normally allows of himself.

How she knows his full name he doesn't know; his true birth certificate burned up in the fire a long time ago and all his (fake) IDs since then have Sam on them.

He doesn't remember when he brushed his hand across her leg but he grips onto to it when he comes close to a climax. The pleasure and pain of marks made across his body leave him gasping her name when he does finally reach his end. Her arms welcome him when he crashes gracelessly against her soft skin and he takes note that she doesn't quickly move away. His heartrate doesn't slow from hammering into his chest for many minutes. All the while he doesn't get up to move either. His thoughts slowly return, and he can only admit her embrace is kind of nice when his stomach is mixed up with a fuzzy warm buzz. When he's sure neither of them want to move exactly, he places his hands to the sides of her hips and guides her while he rolls them to the side. His arms glide around her waist, holding her close to his heart. He tries to steady his breathing while locking eyes with her.

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