peaceonearth | Inside out Upside Down | Sometime in the later seasons

Witches weren't his favorite to deal with, but he thought they had tied up the loose ends. He'd soon find out how wrong he was. Sleep came easy due to how exhausted he was. He slipped off his boots at the foot of the bed, stripped down to his boxers and balling up his clothes into the hamper. Under the covers, he found comfort pressing Ruby while she read her book or played with the ends of his hair. His consciousness slipped into a dream with his favorite demon barbie next to him, the sunset, and the feeling he had gotten free and clear of the life. Bobby's place was fully renovated, from the ground up, after the years of slow investment behind them. The next time he flickers his eyes open, it's to the sensation of Ruby nestled in his hair. Her fingers were always welcome and he hums in approval of those little scratches at the back of his neck. He notices immediately it isn't the same and coughs to clear this throat. The assumption isn't that his tenor is now alto. Before he can question it too much - it must be the grogginess after a deep and restful sleep - he turns to gaze upon Ruby almost at the time as she straddles. His heart pounds with excitement, and a rush to temporarily call attention from his new or there lack of certain appendages. The breasts on his breast have nothing covering them. It doesn't take him long to gasp at both that and the knife at his throat. Otherwise, Ruby sitting on him exactly would be a great to start to his day.

The sensation of blood trickles down the side of his neck. When the surprise from Ruby's justifed attack, and the shock of being a woman starts to subside... it sets in how important his next few words are. He locks eyes with Ruby, fond as every morning before this one, but cautious of what she's capable of. He deduces magic must be the cause of his change, but certain to what effects it has taken on the minds of those he loves. "Ruby... It's me. I'm Sam. You can ask me anything."

Minus the knife, this is often the way she wakes him up. However, today is not the norm. Even with her eyes black, the skepticism is clear on Ruby's face. She takes a deep breath, trying to identify the different scent markers to determine if (s)he still smells like Sam underneath everything. There's the shampoo and soap they both use, the laundry detergent, as well as deeper scents like way his blood smells to her. She eases up with knife, but keeps it close to his neck. "What do I say when you tell me you love me?"

It'd be more comfortable without the knife near his neck, but he's aware he's in no position to make demands. It's hard looking at her face him with skepticism. Yet, he's able to sigh in relief when Ruby eases up. He wishes eyes weren't threatening though. "You tell me, 'I know, Puppy,' but really it's the kiss you do after that that says it back."

She's not convinced yet that this is Sam; she'd rather be safe than sorry, and right now safety looks like this. She likes to think that in the same situation, he'd react much the same way (little does she know he won't, but that'll be because they've been through this before). She hesitates a moment longer, letting his words wash over her before she moves so that she's sitting in the bed beside him (her) instead of on top. She keeps the knife in hand though, just in case.

"What the hell happened? Everything was normal when I went to sleep around three."

He (she) doesn't blame her for being cautious; he'd be analyzing her body language as well as asking a handful of questions if woke up next to a male Ruby. There are other hunters still bunking in the bunker after all. He'd be more likely to throw Ruby a shirt and pants to cover up if things were reversed. He (she) gets up slowly, pulling the covers up before his (her) eyes turn to Ruby to analyze what she might be thinking. It is a reasonable to assumption he (she) keeps her hands to him/herself.

Sam holds his (her) arms out, palms facing upward. "I don't know... Something must have happened yesterday." His mind plays out exactly what had happened when witches fought back. At the time, he had thought he stopped from from a complete incantation... but perhaps the chant had some effect those in range. He'd also been pushed into a jar of dust that spilled on his clothes. Sam stands off the side of the bed with newfound anxiety, blanket in hand. "I have a feeling we should check on everyone that was there last night. Umm... first I need some clothes." He hopes either her or his will fit him.

Ruby's gaze is on Sam as she gets out of bed. There's something admiring about that gaze. While this Sam obviously looks different, she's still very hot and there's something familiar about the way she looks; somehow, she's still Her Sam.

"Fucking witches are whores," Ruby grumbles, her way of agreeing with Sam. It had to be something that happened while they were fighting them. Ruby gets out of bed as well, tugging on a pair of jeans and one of Sam's shirts. She eyes Sam critically. "I've got a pair of leggings that should fit you. You ought to be able to wear one of your shirts. You've got much better tits than me, I'm pissed about that, and none of the bras I have are really for support. They're more decorative so you're going to be freeballing it."

Once they're both dressed, they check on Dean and Jo first, who both appear to be normal. Lucy is staying over with Cas, and she's normal. Ruby expected that both Lucy and Cas would be as they weren't with them, but it doesn't hurt to check. Once that's done, they hit the library to do some research.

For once he (she) could not agree more with Ruby's sentiment. Witches are his least favorite thing right this second. Their group of hunters hadn't let a single one witch escape, which allows Sam to reason that whatever solution there was to find would be through some research of their own. Within the walls of the bunker had to be some reverse spell. As flattering as Ruby's words may come across, they are equally as confounding. The lack of a certain support was at best going to be problematic. The face he makes at the mention of his (her) bra size isn’t very well hidden. "You can be rest assured that I'm not thinking about ... these that way. We can figure out how to increase your breast size if that's what you want after we figure this out." He wouldn't mind it either way. Though he never told her (much less thought about other sizes on Ruby), Sam likes the way her breasts fit into the palm of his hands. Her body was perfect exactly the way it was; in his mind, the familiarity was comforting. This had also been something he expressed once when Ruby took possession of another blonde almost a decade back. He retrieves a shirt from his closet and finds the leggings suggested to him. Once dressed, he feels more comfortable in his feminine skin.

But not by very much. There isn't any way his body language can deny that he isn't used the sensations. In the very same way, he isn't sure how he feels with the way Ruby's eyes have been gazing the whole time. It's not NOT noticed. It's also comforting that she believes him. The knife at his throat had him questioning if things were real.

He pulls a chair for Ruby before he sits beside her. "I know I don't need to tell you this, but thank you for agreeing to help. Everyone else has their own way of helping, but I believe finding the spell will get me out of this quicker." His smile hints at the small chuckle he would if the circumstances were ordinary. He looks at Ruby in a way that shares with her that she is his rock.

Witches are also notoriously stubborn so even if they'd left one alive, there was little chance the witch would have taken the spell back or given them much information. Ruby trusts their research more than anything they could torture out of a witch. Ruby gives him a 'what the fuck are you smoking' look at his mention of changing her breast size. "And have to actually wear a bra. No thanks. Slim and girlish was the body type I was going for," she snorts, assuring him that she's happy enough with this body and it's reasonably obvious to her that he is as well.

When he's dressed, Ruby stops ogling him for the most part. She believes him, but she also grabs her knife and tucks it in her jeans. She's cautious because it's kept her alive this long.

The knife becomes more and more an unnecessary precaution every time Sam acts like Sam. Ruby nods in response to his gratitude. "If we can find the spell or something like the spell, I can make a counter spell," she assures him. She grabs the first book in the stack and a legal pad. She's focused, but she does keep an eye on Sam, watching his body language and his reactions.

Thankfully, there are very few spells that can't be reversed without the original caster present. He's well versed in spells but if he had to bet on anyone, Ruby would be his first pick with her ancient knowledge. Sam takes comfort having her on the research side. Sam's head snaps back when Ruby makes the offended face, hands going up to tell her nothing was meant by it. Though he won't say in his defense that she brought it up when she openly admitted to being jealous of his breast size. He chuckles at her claim once it seems Ruby relaxes with her snort. "Hey, you won't ever hear me complain. I'm fond of you just the way you are. I'll shut up now." By which he means drop it. There is still much to talk about. He's not foolish enough to believe Ruby's nerves aren't still high on alert. With a pause before his hand rests on her shoulder her, he gives her a chance to pull back if she needs to. "Anymore questions?"

The clothes help Sam feel more comfortable even in small. Sam sees that knife tucked into her jeans and nods at it. It's as if he says 'do what makes you comfortable.' When they exit for the library, he purposely walks on the side of her where the knife isn't tucked away. He can't ask her to set aside because he'd be cautious if the scenerio was reversed too.

The one thing he has faith in is Ruby anyway; she would never pull the knife on him unless she was absolutely certain it wasn't him. He isn't as tall in this body as his regular body. Standing at an even 6 feet, his much slender fingers adjust to height difference by running across the spines of grimores to find the one that first comes to mind. Sam eventually finds it one shelf above where his skewed muscle memory takes him. He listens to Ruby with a hum of acknowledgement. He pulls the book and turns it to show her the cover. "Something like this, maybe?" The cover wasn't as dark as most, free from human or animal skin. Almost a gray that looked white if someone looked at it to long, a sign that it belonged to a white witch that dough to create counter spells for every spell of the 17th century. He then joins Ruby at the table to get to work and sort through the stack. He breathes the same even breaths hes always done, but without the broad shoulders raising and falling each time. His heart hasn't changed at all, steady, every so often performing a pitter patter while he glances at her, but the same unchanged rhythm that keeps him alive. Every so often he also looks to see what her notes can share with him. Much time passes between then and now but he stops when he notices she noted matches something he just found in the text. His free hand moves to point at the part in her notes that match where his other finger points to in the white grimore. "What do you make of this passage here?" It was purposely vague but something that lead him to believe they were one track.

She doesn't pull back from him at all, instead focuses her attention on him. She reaches out to wrap her hand around his wrist. Her brow furrows and she gives him a wicked grin. "Not a question so much as a statement. I'm still incredibly attracted to you. Especially when you act so...you." For better or worse, Ruby is attracted to Sam's soul and not, necessarily, the body he's in.

Good, no matter what body he's in, Ruby wants Sam to be comfortable. It's not him that makes her cautious; it's a hundred percent the situation.

Ruby considers the grimoire in Sam's hand. "Maybe. Hopefully," she answers. When they're both engrossed in their research, it's easy to forget that Sam isn't Sam. She almost startles when she catches sight of the female form next to her. Ruby's brow furrows when Sam points out the paragraph that resembles some of her notes. She compares the two, nodding a little as she makes a few more notes. "I think...we ought to give it a shot. I've got an idea, but I need to brew it and check a few more things. I need my grimoire too." The one she keeps in the nightstand next to their bed. "You grab it? I'll meet you in the potions room." Really it's a large pantry with an island in the middle that Ruby has set up to brew potions, and create magical items.

Normally her wicked grin would prompt him to lean closer to her, lips almost touching, but he smiles down at her rather than play that game. There is no doubt in his mind that there would have been 50/50 chance that lead to something he wasn't comfortable with. At least considering his current form. (He's all for love across other genders. In his case, he would likely never feel like himself in a female body.) "Thank you for that. I'm glad you still find me attractive too." He half chuckles. Ruby always has a way of making him feel better and it's only one of a million things that he loves about her.

Sam has hope is spades and tries to encourage Ruby a smile. "We'll find the answer together." His attention is split between her and the research that it doesn't go unnoticed when Ruby blinks one too many times before regaining her composure. He was about to suggest they take a break when clues in the text starts to appear for them. His legs straighten out beneath the table as his relief and excitement start to bubble to the surface. He jots down a few notes as well and peels off the sticky note to mark the page he pointed at. "All right. Let's give your idea a shot." He has never needed the details less. Before he can stop himself, he leans over to plant a kiss between her ear and her cheekbone. He realizes his tiniest mistake after, pausing to see Ruby's reaction and let his heartrate come back from the races. "Um...I'll be in the Potions room in a few. Your grimoire is on your side?" Does he even need to fill in the blank. The island in the middle had been a good design choice. Sam always recalled the found memories they shared in furnishing the room for Ruby when she mentioned having a space of her own. Potions weren't the only extracurricular thing to happen in the room. They were there to have sex though. He chimed up. "In case you needed it, I brought an extra cauldron with me." They had gotten it from a Dungeons & Dragons champagne Charlie invited them to where a blacksmith had good quality items for sale.

Probably a higher chance, though Ruby would halt things if she realized he wasn't comfortable. Making him feel better was her point in telling him that she still thought he was attractive.

The kiss to her cheek is as natural as anything ever is with them. She starts to turn her face into the kiss then stops, winking at him. If anything were to happen between them, Sam would definitely have to be the one to start it. In any case, she didn't mind the kiss and only reacts positively to it. Ruby's room has seen quite a bit of sex, but she's not thinking about that now because, no that's not what they're there for, and Ruby is aware that Sam isn't comfortable with that. She looks up when he walks into the room and smiles lightly, holding her hand out to take the grimoire. "Good thinking. We might need it," she agrees. She's grabbed several jars of ingredients off the shelves as well as a silver knife. She glances between the open book and her ingredients. She flips open her book to a blank page and makes a few notes as she starts to assemble the potion.

He closes the distance between them and hands it to her. He smiles back softly, completely forgetting for a moment that parts of body feel differently. In this case, his lips are fuller. He's content allowing his eyes to trail her movements around the room no matter how it may look. The spell was unfamiliar to him, as were the ingredients. If Ruby wanted his help, he knew she would make it known. For the time being, he stood far enough far to give her room to work. Before long, the potion starts to brew and smell awful. He can only gather that it is close to complete. His eyes meets meet Ruby's to infer if it is or not; the blue behind them posing the question without a single word necessary.

He's safe with Ruby; he'd have to indicate his interest in doing anything with her in this body. She feels his eyes on her, but she doesn't take it as anything but his soul's mutual attraction to her. Right now, she's in the zone and might ask him to hand her a jar or a vial of something. She watches the potion carefully, checking her notes and the text. Once it changes color slightly, she pricks her finger to a knife and squeezes a few drops of blood out, letting them plop into the potion. It changes color to a muddled brown then a soft red. The scent takes on a slightly sulpher smell before it fades. Ruby turns the heat off. "Once it cools, you can take it. It won't taste good. We don't have time for that and I don't want to risk changing the effects by adding something that only contributes to taste."

He makes a mental note of the steps Ruby takes out of natural interest. He recognizes rather easily some of the ingredients and how they are typically used to reverse spells. However, what he is most familiar with us how Ruby has things laid out. When asked for odds and ends, retrieves them for her, passing them to her effortlessly (at the same time, not directly entering her elbow space).

The smell of sulphur is not unfamiliar, but the strength of it when it hits him has him wrinkle his nose. His blue orbs turn to Ruby, appreciative of her work. "I think the effects more than out weigh the taste," he chuckles. "All you deserve to hear is thank you. I wouldn't have found or made this potions so quickly without you."

Any other time, he'd kiss her lips or cheeks, but that can wait until he's on the other side of the curse. He settles with his eyes briefly locked on hers, affectionately smile lines at the corner of his (her) eyes.

A lot of potions have the same base because it's neutral and gives a solid foundation for the ingredients that matter. Ruby has a certain way she likes to lay things out; she thinks that most witches do, though she's met a few that don't lay anything out and tend to gather things as they go. She doesn't like to do that. Having Sam to help is nice. She might ask him to help with other things in the future.

She lifts one shoulder in a shrug. "Saving your ass is what I do," she jokes. "Besides, it's entirely selfishly motivated. I prefer your normal body."

She props a hip against the table, watching him a moment before she speaks. "So while we wait for this to cool, it's your last moments in a female body. Better answer any burning questions for yourself now. Personally, the first thing I did when forced into a male body was pee in the snow." She pauses, "then have a wank just to see what it felt like."

Sam has certainly grown more familar with the foundation Ruby uses for her potions over the years. It's certainly comforting to recognize where she is going with the spell than help build a spell that needs gathering as it goes. Having Ruby help is more peace of mind than he share with her at the moment.

He half tilts his head back with a feigned 'oh really' but beckons her closer while they wait. "You might be right this time. I can think of one thing I'd like to do when I'm back in my body and it's definitely not to be stuck in here all day. Why don't we take a camping trip just the two of us? Get away."

He rubs his index finger against his lips, thinking about how he could pull Ruby closer by her hips. Unfortunately, it wouldn't help the situation until he was in his body again. His eyes go big with a cough and a shake of his head at Ruby's suggestion. He knows better than to kid himself that Ruby doesn't mean it. "I think I'll play it safe and leave the burning questions for someone else," he pauses, clearing his throat. "Be-besides, if I'm allowed to speak my mind, I think your perfect example of the female species. Why make it more weird?"

When (s)he beckons her closer, Ruby sidles up so that their bodies are nearly touching. She bites her bottom lip, still looking up to him. "I think I could handle a camping trip just the two of us." She fully expects it to be a bit extra because Ruby likes her luxuries and Sam knows that.

She has some ideas about how that would help the situation, but she's also aware he's not comfortable with any of those ideas. Oh, Ruby definitely means it. She laughs at his comment then sobers, her expression going soft. "I do have very good taste in women," she jokes because at this stage in their relationship, she knows he doesn't mean just her body.

There's a lot more bags in storage then there used to be for camping trips. Sam wouldn't be completely amiss to admit what they prefer to do categorizes more as glamping. He doesn't think twice about his (her) hands running along the sides of Ruby's legs to eventually rest on her hips. This is how (s)he's always supported her proximity to him. "Glad you're on board." The innuendo is entirely untentional, but once he hears it, it lets it stay. He'll pack candles and rose petals for that extra romantic feel.

(S)he chuckles appreciatively at the levity. "Thank you for understanding." His eyes flicker to the cauldron to check if the steam has cooled.

There isn't a glass to pour it in so reaches for the ladel to scoop some of it up and blow lightly over it. A quick whiff quickly corrects his assumption of it being bearable to drink. It smells as if like gym socks died in the back of a locker and he coughs to clear his throat. "Here it goes." He prepares himself to shoot back a couple of swings before the taste can hit his tongue. Releasing the ladel back into the pot, he covers his mouth to keep it from coming up. "I'm fine," he tells Ruby once the urge to toss it back up passes.

The potion hadn't worked. It hadn't done anything as far as they could tell. They had researched late into the night until Ruby caught Sam falling asleep in his chair. She'd gently suggested that he turn in for the night and he'd insisted that she come with him; he'd sleep better with her there. Ruby had grabbed a couple of books and climbed in bed with Sam, reading and taking notes for a few more hours before she curls up, careful to not to get any closer than Sam had been comfortable with.

The next morning, she's surprised to be woken with a kiss. The kiss was both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time; the hunger in that kiss something that Ruby was intimately familiar with. She pours herself into the kiss, fingers tangling in soft, brown hair. It had only been twenty-four hours, but she missed this so much. She moves closer, still fuzzy with sleep as her body presses against his. The unfamiliarity of that body is what wakes her up. Her eyes snap open, confirming that Sam was still a woman. "It's contagious!" she blurts out in a voice that is deeper than it should be.

"It's contagious. I figured it out last night, but it also ought to wear off in a week." She pauses, glancing down at herself. "Am I at least hot?"

Sam had said that maybe the potion needed time when it didn't work immediately. He waited two hours without so much of a tingle in his fingers before giving up hope. They'd just have to go back to drawing board. Find what element didn't work or what they missed. He wasn't sure how long they'd been going when his eyes started to feel too heavy. The gromoire in his hand dropped to the floor when he nodded off too deeply for the first time. Ruby had been a big help, keeping him steady on the short walk back to their room. Soon as his head hit the pillow with a thud, he was out like a light. The part of him that insisted they maintain a respectful distance while awake was gone. During the night, he threw his arm over Ruby and curled up passionately close.

A wake up kiss was part of their morning ritual. It started off innocent with pecks to grab Ruby's attention on the cheek or as a nibble on her ear. This was the first step in making sure Ruby was awake for anything that would require more awareness. Eventually, their lips meet when Sam can sense the faintest twitch of a smirk from Ruby. On the contrary, nothing feels unfamiliar on his end. They'll figure out later that a brain fog has set in and Sam thinks he's always been a woman. The man next to him has been his (her) intimate for many years now. Much of their same history applies. Before Ruby can stop him, the encouragement of her fingers in his hair and the desire to closer prompts him to sit on top of Ruby. The simple act is designed to encourage a healthy round of morning sex. "What?" Sam looks at Ruby's outburst with mixed confusion and concern. Clearly they're not on the same page because even going over what happened just yesterday, nothing clicks. Nothing can click when he believes he's always been this.

After a skeptical pause, he arches an eyebrow. "Pause for second, this– are we roleplaying?"

For a moment, Ruby had forgotten that Sam wasn't exactly Sam. Once she'd woken up enough to remember, she entertained the idea that he didn't care that he wasn't exactly Sam anymore. Of course, the confusion and concern bring to light another concern. After a moment she forces herself to smile then shakes her head. "Never mind. It's okay. We're going camping, remember? Let's go ahead and get a start on that. We'll need to leave a note for Dean and Jo."

It's strange for Ruby to turn down sex in the moment, but Sam can agree that moment has passed. Besides the camping trip promises to make up for it with some alone time. He moves directly off of Ruby and stands up off the bed. "No, its my bad. Last night is a bit fuzzy." When Sam thinks back to it, the events of last night keep getting fuzzier still. The last thing that he remembers clearly is the den of witches. That's neither here nor there. "How about I grab supplies from the kitchen and leave a note on fridge. You can grab us whatever is clean from the laundry room. I'll meet you in the garage. The tent should still be in piled on top of things in bay 6."

It is strange, but she thinks he'll be grateful to her later. Of course, that point may be moot if she loses her memory as well. They're obviously both attracted to each other as they are right now. She nods a little at his comment. "Yeah. Last night was weird," she agrees. "Sounds good," she agrees. She grabs a duffle bag from the closet. A quick look through their drawers reveals that the only underwear for Sam is not meant for wearing (for long). He'll have to go commando, and she's got no intention of wearing his underwear. Toiletries all go in the bag, then she heads to the laundry room and grabs a few things for both of them that aren't going to fit the way they should, but at least they will have clothing if they want it. Once she's got a few changes of things, she heads for the garage, getting there just a bit before Sam. The duffle goes in the back. She starts sorting through the camping supplies, selecting the ones she thinks they might need.

She knows him better than anyone else, which is only to say he'll be appreciative that she even tried. What they do or don't when they both don't know any better is between them. "I'll take your word for it." As much as it may bother him, he isn’t aware that it's a bigger deal that last night is fuzzy. His hand brushes by Ruby's elbow rather than shoulder as a gesture of see you soon. Is the only pair of underwear the pair he kept from Ruby all those years ago? (When she was dressed as stripper.) Ruby is well endowed so there won't be any complaints on Sam's part. At least for the camping trip where no one else will be privy to their situation. The food situation in the kitchen leaves Sam to make some difficult decisions. He makes sandwiches to fill in the cooler to get them started. The rest of it will have to be dried goods like trail mix, various cans, fruit in bananas and apples and time honored marshmallows. He throws in a can opener for good measure. Satisfied with that, he heads to the garage to find his favorite demon waiting. The cooler he hauled goes right into the back seat. "Did we miss anything?" He addresses Ruby with the sound of the door resounding from the walls.

They can talk about it later when and if they finally do remember. Right now, Ruby is concerned with getting them both away from the bunker before they forget then Jo and Dean catch this. It's definitely the only pair of underwear that aren't made for show and ~~tell~~ remove. If they forget anything, they can always run to the store. Ruby doesn't think it's contagious to anyone that wasn't in the immediate vicinity of the witches they killed. Ruby loaded the fishing gear and stashes it in the back of the truck. "I think we've got everything," Ruby replies in response. "We can always grab something at a store along the way if we think of anything."

Ruby grabs the keys from the pegboard for the truck and gets in on the driver's side. "You can pick the music." It's not entirely unheard of in their car, but Ruby is a little more flexible on music than Dean. "I was thinking that campsite a little ways from here with the stream. We can try fishing."

It's the wisest call on Ruby's part to get them out of there. The curse would have more than likely infected Dean and Jo had they stayed. It is most definitely not a question of if they will but when they will need to stop at a store. Sam knocks twice atop of the truck to acknowledge he's ready and hops into the passenger side. "I'm not worried." At least until he (or rather she) finds out that he has only one set of clean underwear.

The truck is already synced with his phone. The screen asks if the user wishes to play from where it left off. Sam glances at Ruby. "Okay, but let me know if you want me to change it something." It is, after all, all coming from his curated playlist. Unlike with Dean, he rather they both enjoy what's on. It's not so serious or one sided. "You know... that's exactly what I was thinking. Catching dinner tonight sounds better than almost anything I could find in the cardboards." A chuckle.

Ruby will just remind Sam that commando is the way to go. Airflow and all that. There is very little underwear between them in their bag.

"Keep the Celine to a minimum and we'll be fine," she jokes with him. "As long as you brought something that goes with the fish. If you didn't, we can grab some potatoes and foil to toss in the fire while we fish."

Sure, for a weekend Ruby might be able to placate Sam into full commando. On the flip side, if not, the new garments would be sexy lingerie. Even where they're headed out to camp, there's a shop that believes in having a little bit of that in stock. What else is there to do in the middle of no where than sometimes have sex.

"What's wrong with Celine?" His smile gives away that he's only joking in turn. Besides his phone has a new playlist where only one Celine song made the cut. When the vehicle starts, the track that plays is one from a mostly unheard of band in the early 90s. "Yes, I know you too well to forget the potatoes. Let me worry about making dinner special for us tonight."

The lingerie would be put to good use. Which is exactly Ruby's plan for the weekend in the middle of nowhere.

"Nothing if you're eighty," she teases him. For the most part, she trusts Sam's taste in music. "Mmmm, I like the sound of that. I'll get the airbed and tent up while you do that."

"Good. Say whatever you like about me, but Celine is untouchable." Sam flashes a smile back. Her playlist has been curated carefully with songs Ruby likes too. This trip will have music for the both of them. "Sure. But kinda sounds like you way of hinting towards something else." Sam is never opposed to foreplay with food. If so, they will have to make a stop for additional supplies to make it sexy.

Inside out Upside Down | Sometime in the later seasons

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