peaceonearth | I get by with a little help from my friends

He had almost immediately conked out on the bed the minute he took his shoes off and fell back on it. Of course he said a few kind, wistful words for Ruby first about the day off in his near future that he would spend with her. The ringing from his cell phone that came a few hours later had struck him as the alarm and his eyes, blurry with sleep, searched for where it had gone. It wasn't beside him nor was it in his pocket. The most notable thing was Ruby was not in bed. He spent a few moments looking around for her before the realization hit him that she wasn't around. The call could have been from her. It had gone silent before he figured out he needed to fish it out from under his pillow.

The R and the U that he could make out from the caller display only could have meant Ruby so he swiped right to answer it. Groggy, but flirtatious despite his state, "I've been waiting for you to call." He sat up straight against the baseboard to take the call.

She knows that sleep isn't something he's getting much of these days and she is looking forward to that day off. Honestly, it's part of the reason she's here. She hadn't wanted to spend his day off hunting vampires. She'd wanted to spend them in bed paired with an evening walk and lots of take-out Chinese.

When Sam's voicemail picked up, Ruby had already begun weighing her odds of making it out of there on her own with a body that was still alive. They weren't good and she was definitely going to miss having a pulse. She hears that flirtatious tone, and in spite of her current situation, it makes her smile. That smile turns into a grimace as she shifts a little. "I didn't mean to keep you waiting. You got my note?" She'd left it in red lipstick in the mirror across from their bed. Gone hunting. Be home soon. Don't bother with pants. "You might have to put on pants." Her breath caught and her black eyes watered. "I need help, Sam."

Her reasoning is solid but he would have gone with her if only she had just asked; sleep be damned. Chinese take-out and a walk sound perfect as does the day wasted in bed together. Nothing was going to touch that plan.

Sam will have to apologize for his part (read: guilt) in not picking up but later when he makes the connection of what she must feel in this moment. On his end, he's happy to hear her voice and more awake as the seconds go by. "No. Sorry, I didn't see your note," he answers honestly, eyes shifting in the direction of the mirror. However, the room is too dark to make out her message clearly. He'd have to stop and read it when he got up. Though he didn't exactly have his pants on anyway. Wearing pants to bed and Ruby joining him eventually didn't mix well. Her tone brought him down from his attempt to flirt over the phone. "I'm standing up right now to put my pants back on." He presses the phone between his shoulder and his ear while he pulls up his pants. "Where are you? Stay on the phone, and I'll come get you."

She knows he would have and that's why she didn't ask. She wants him to get some sleep; she wants him safe. She'll be happy to have that plan to look forward to.

He's got nothing to apologize for. She's just glad he did pick up. He should never, ever wear pants to bed in her opinion. Sorry, Sam, but she needs Serious Sam. He's welcome to mix some flirting in there as well. "I've got location sharing on," she tells him, then proceeds to tell him where she's at and describe what had happened.

He owes a lot of his safety due to her. However, the more she keeps him away from the life, the more likely he will follow her around to hunt after his residency. Her goals are just as important to him as his own.

They can debate on if he should be sorry later (but most likely she would win that argument anyway.) In all fairness, she made sure that going to bed with PJs wasn't necessary. It's instantaneous, his switch from flirtatious to serious. Somehow it's just not like him to flirt in there, but maybe later when she's resting and he's at her bedside.

He puts her on speaker, listening to her description but frantically opening the GPS for the directions. "Keep talking. Tell me your surroundings. Keep pressure on your wounds." He finds his keys at the same time to drive there. He arrives in a dramatic fashion, wasting no time closing the vehicle door. Ruby's exactly where she said she'd be and easy to spot. He leans down at one side of her and opens his well stocked first aid kit. First, he opens one of the many small liquor bottles to drink to her lips. "I don't have access to anesthesia," he explains. "The next few steps will hurt."

Ruby is just trying to do what she can to make the world a safer place. She'd claim it's because she doesn't want a bunch of dicks taking over the world and turning it into another Hell; in truth, she cares more about the human race than she wants to admit. If she's going to have to deal with her body dying, she'd rather have the distraction of flirting, but his seriousness means that they might be able to save her body.

She talks to him about the dark building and how it smells like blood and death, but maybe that's her. She tells him that she's got her jacket tied as tightly as she could manage around her wound as well as her hands helping to hold everything in. She doesn't tell him that she's starting to feel cold. By the time he arrives, her pulse is thready, but it's still there. Her eyes are completely dark. She drinks the entire bottle down in one gulp without making a face. It does make her feel a little warmer. "I've been through worse," she tells him. "Centuries in Hell, remember." She starts to try to untie the jacket, fingers fumbling a little then shakes her head. "You're going to have to get it."

She has family around the world. No one would blame her if she ever spoke the truth. Suffice to say Sam finds it one of her more attractive qualities. There is absolutely a possibility of saving her organs from failing permanently. Besides one thing Sam is not great at is lying; his body language gives away too much.

As dark as it is, what matters first is that she continues to talk; secondly, it may seem like such a small detail but Sam takes her continued heightened sense of smell as a good sign. Ruby is doing everything exactly right. He informs her that her jacket should help keep her warm too. How true that remains is the second thing he does when he gets there between the liquor and checking her pulse. He barely manages any length of eye contact as he focuses on the situation at hand. Her pulse is pretty weak in his assessment. "That's neither here nor there," he replies. "We'll get you patched up together. I'm here now." Almost as if they're both thinking the same thing, his hands stop hers before she even needs to say it. He hesitates, pulse increasing by beats per minute, but swallowing down his fears and giving her hand a little squeeze before moving them aside. The sight of her wound was worse than he imagined. "I'm... I promise I'll let you know what I'm doing step by step. Just promise me you will stay awake."

He cleans his hands with alcohol, gloves up, picks up the scissors from his kit and shows them to her. "I'll start by cutting the material away and using alcohol to clean the wound. Then I need you to relax as I put things back. Most likely, I will have to cauterize the wound."

Yeah, but after all of these centuries, Ruby still isn't good wth emotions. Besides, if she were to tell the truth, Sam would know she was dying. She believes he can save her because she believes in him. She always has; she always will.

It's definitely not a bad sign in any case. She's not so much worried about staying warm right now (that will come later when he's got her patched up and they have to struggle to get her warm). Honestly, she thinks the lack of eye contact is a good thing; if she were a lost cause, he'd maintain eye contact to comfort her. His hands are hot against hers and what she really wants right now is to curl up into his warmth. She knows that's her dying body, as well as her emotional struggles, talking so she listens to him and braces herself for what's to come. That falter in his voice worries her. "Samuel. Look at me," she tells him in a voice that she wishes was stronger and firmer. Once his eyes meet hers, she attempts a smile that's more of a grimace. "This wound...it's just another patient, another case. You can do this. I wouldn't have called if I didn't think you could." She would have stayed there until her body died then driven back and apologized to him after the fact for something neither of them could prevent. "I'm going to talk back to you the entire time. I promise. I will stay concious."

She nods and takes the deepest breath she can manage. "Before you cauterize it, give me your wallet." She really doesn't want to break her teeth trying not to scream. She's managed to not get any knocked out or broken this long. She'd like to keep them.

If she were spilling her guts, metaphorically speaking, on top of her current predicament, that would be enough to make him frantic. Sam might not realize it right now but everything she has done and does now helps him stay calm.

True. Warmth comes secondary to stabilizing her bleeding and innards. When the time is right, Sam will get her to the SUV and turn the engine on to initiate the heating system. There are blankets under the seats, too. All the while, he will remain close. It comes as no surprise to him when recognizes his silent struggle or body language; his eyes break away from her open wound to the depths of her black pupils; the easiest eyes in the world to stare into and get lost in. The grimace comes across as a smile anyway. First his head shakes because as far as he is concerned she would never be just another patient. However, he listens closely and that shake stops. It's clear in the shift of color in his eyes that he has no trouble grasping that she has faith in him. They both believe that there can be something done. It's all he needs. "I wouldn't let anything happen to you even if you didn't call. There's a way for everything," he answers.

There only can be so much pep talk though. She has a valid point about using the wallet. He had been searching his kit for all the instruments he'd need but upon her request he fishes his wallet out of his back pocket to open for her. "One more question, sitting up or laying down?" It was completely up to her, but he could work better if she laid down. It takes some time to actually move things back in place and stitch her up but his hands are steady the entire time, only taking breaks to clean blood splatter here or there so he could have visibility. There was a sip of alcohol left at the end, which he offered to her after a few moments when she seemed to come out of it.

That's one reason why she's not spilling her metaphorical guts. It's important he doesn't panic for both of them.

She actually relaxes a little when he calms down. It has more to do with her desire for him to be alright than it does for her own wellbeing. She's well aware that her physical predicament has little to do with her continued survival, but it does have a lot to do with her happiness (and with Sam's) so she's glad that he settles down a little. "I know," she tells him, her faith in him absolute.

At his suggestion, she lays down and it's a relief to be lying down. Her abdominal muscles aren't working great anyway. It's odd to have him moving things around, but she talks to him a little while he works. She's got a lot of to do with WItchy Wellness. She bites down on the wallet when he starts stitching things together. Once he's done, she takes the wallet out from between her teeth and tucks it into Sam's back pocket with a slight smirk. She touches the stitches lightly with the tips of her fingers, not even considering that her shirt is pushed up exposing most of her torso. "I guess I'll have another scar."

Edited (remembered something we talked about doing) 2022-05-27 14:33 (UTC)

It allows him to feel more at ease when he watches any tension left in her leave her body. There are many reasons why it is important to him why her body remaining alive means so much to him, but none are a deal breaker. "This will be over before you know it," he promises. "I want us to have the option of children." The last part slips out before he can really think about how that might sound at the moment.

As she lays back, he supports her back in laying on the ground. He pulls off his jacket to give to her as head support. He enjoys having to move her organs around as much as she does feeling it. Everything is returned to some order. The bleeding ceases enough to where he is comfortable closing her up. The hardest part comes when he cauterizes her shut, unable to hold her hand in support. The best he can do is pour some water from his bottle to wipe the sweat off her brow when he is done. He finishes by pulling his shirt off and tying a long ripped piece of it around her closed wound as a bandaid. Her hand lingers long enough that he feels her grope his rear and he looks down, smiling as it's refreshingly Ruby.

Eventually, he clears he returns some eye contact with her. "You look beautiful no matter what."

It’s not a bad time for him to let that slip. He’s gotten closer to the girls and they call him Dad now (for a while they had to call him Sam to keep his brain from exploding) so Ruby wasn’t certain he wanted more children. They’ve been focused on his career and themselves so it hasn’t come up. She’s definitely not opposed to having a(nother) baby with Sam. In the moment, it’s not something she acknowledges simply because there’s so much else going on.

The cauterize is obviously the most difficult part for her as well, closer to what she experienced in Hell than anything else. At least it doesn’t last long. When he pulls his shirt off, it’s a good distraction that lets her push some of the pain and horror of the moment to the back of her mind.

His compliment reminds her of what he’d said earlier. “And I’ve still got a heartbeat.” It’s still very faint (she’s lost way too much blood), but it’s there. She watches him for a moment, eyes taking over his chest and stomach. “Did you mean it? About more kids?”

He considers the girls are as much his children as any they could have. What he desires most is building a family with Ruby.

He won't expect her to recover right away so he waits. At some point, he gathers her closer to him and stands up with her. They're skin to skin to each other. In a moment's time, he will bring her to the SUV and place her inside in the back where there is ample space for her to be comfortable.

"I'm relieved," he tells her honestly. It isn't just about her ability to make babies. It's about Ruby staying every bit the same as the Ruby he loves. He loves feeling her warmth when they're cuddled in bed together. The blood loss is something he will address when they're in a cleaner environment. Neither of them know if they can expect other vampires to show up at the nest. "Of course. I see the white picket fence and a happy ever after with you." His voice might almost sound like it vibrates against her.

There's literally no one else she'd want to build a family with.

Sam's skin feels almost hot to her and it's welcome. She gets as close as she can to him, basking in his warmth and strength. She doesn't feel like she has to hold herself together now; he's there to do it for her.

She half smiles at his comment. "Me too," she responds. She knows that he would get used to and love her even if her body weren't alive, but she'd miss being alive and she undestands he would as well. She's not extremely worried about the bloodloss confident he'll keep her alive until they can do something about it. His voice does vibrate in his chest and through her. It's comforting, almost the way a cat's purr is. "Maybe we can start talking about that picket fence," she tells him, "but we've always been destined for a happily ever after."

Once he gets her settled in the back of the SUV, it won't take her long to fall asleep. She doesn't even wake up when he moves her to their bed. Her pulse is still there, weak and thready but blood loss, pain, trauma and massive use of her power is going to keep her asleep for a while.

She's pretty amazing in his mind. His best friend.

His cheeks sting with a hotness that comes when Ruby makes herself as possible to him. The dynamic of him being strong when she can't be only makes him want to share it more. She could pass out now and he'd still be there when she woke up.

He realizes he shouldn't be putting all this on her now. Still, he smiles half-heartedly back. "You'll be fine. I'll make sure of it." Whatever happens, he most definitely could adjust to the circumstances. If they can't have more children, then they can adopt. That's a line they'll cross when they come to it. "First, I need to know what blood type you are," he looks at her caringly, "I like the sound of happily ever after."

He's careful driving on the way back home and more careful when he picks her up to place her into their bed, fluffing an extra pillow just under her head. The fortunate thing is that they share a blood type so while she sleeps he gives her a treatment of his own blood. He's never too far while she sleeps, either reading a book or going over his notes in the bed next to her. When Ruby starts to stir, he stops what he is doing and shuffles it away. "You're finally awake," he observes, voice giving away all his concern.

He's definitely her best friend, so she's glad he feels the same way.

Ruby is very glad he's strong right now. If he weren't here or couldn't carry her, she'd force herself to her feet and make herself drive back to the penthouse, but it would hurt and cost her more than she wants to give. She's not going to pass out in his arms, but she will fall asleep rather quickly when he gets her settled in the back of the car and won't rouse much when he transfers he to their bed, just enough to curl up against his chest while he carries her and enough to grumble because using her mostly shredded abdominal muscles hurts.

Its a pretty decent distraction so that part is nice. She answers that she's the same blood type as him and smiles a bit at his comment about happily ever after. "me too," she manages in a sleepy whisper.

Ruby doesn't sleep much even in an alive body, but when she does she sleeps very heavy so she only half wakes when he puts th IV into the crook of her arm before she falls asleep again. She cetainly doesn't wake up enough to realize he's giving her his own blood straight from his arm. She stirs, only opening her eyes at his voice, a sleepy soft smile on her face. "Hey, Nerd. You know watching me sleep is supposed to be creepy or something. I never understood that."

Save for her injuries, Sam almost finds her to be cute as he transfers her to and from the car. As an extra measure, he makes certain she has everything she needs to keep warm while she sleeps. He transfers just enough blood from him to her that when he color starts to return, wozily, dazily the corners of his lips form into a smile as he moves to cap the IV for later. His smile only grows two fold when she stirs in his direction. "Morning, Ru." He chuckles at being considered creepy. "Says whom? I've been watching you all night."

She definitely appreciates the extra measures taken to keep her warm. By the time she wakes up, she feels almost as if she's normal body temperature. She sort of shrugs one shoulder at his question. "I don't know. 'They'. Good things I don't care about what they think. She pats the space beside her, still a little too wiped out to get up. "Why are you so far away?"

He chuckles at her answer and sits next to her on the bed at her beckoning, putting his hand to her forehead to see how her skin feels. He sighs with relief it's come down a long way; not as clammy as it was an hour ago. "This better?" Something behind his eyes just begs her to say 'come closer.'

She smirks a little at the way he feels her forehead then shakes her head. "Not close enough," she tells him with a bit of a pout in her voice. "I won't break. I promise." She sees that look in his eye, but having him closer is something she needs right now as well.

His hand falls from her forehead to support himself shifting up onto the bed, leg pressed right against hers. "I know you won't. You're made of hard stuff," he acknowledges just how much she pulled through everything in the last twelve hours. "Your color is better. Looks like your fever went down, too. How do you feel now?" It wasn't easy for him to watch her body be touch and go for a while there.

When he presses his leg against hers, she snuggles closer, her leg draping over his hip so that their torsos are pressed against each other, her head on his chest. That's when she sees the capped IV port on his arm and glances down to see one in the crook of her elbow too. She looks up to him, confusion on her face. "What did you do?"

It's not long after she draps herself closer that he allows himself to sink right into the mattress with her, hand playing with a lock of her hair as they lay there silently for a few moments. He was not hiding the IV port and, in fact, he was going to bring it up to her once she was more awake. Her noticing the IV makes it more simple than to segue into it where he might have been distracted otherwise. His fingers stop between the threads of her hair. "You needed blooded, and we're the same blood type; I gave you mine," he explains, but there's more. "You're awake now. I thought about giving you more."

Lying here with him is exactly what the doctor ordered to make her feel better. She gives him a skeptical look, her hand going to cup his face so she can examine him carefully. Her expression is concerned. "Samuel..." it's hard to argue with his logic and in his place, she would have done the same thing. She sighs. "You look tired and pale. Have you slept? Or eaten?" She's not saying no to more blood, because his blood is undoubtly why she feels better. Thanks to him, she knows how much blood the human body needs to function, and she knows that her body was dangerously close to organ failure because of her blood loss, but she's not willing to let him hurt himself for her.

His reaction to the concern that crosses her eyes is to shake his head. "I'm fine. I made us both something to eat to help. It's pancakes." The fortunate thing thus far is that he hadn't exceeded how much it is recommended a grown man donate at one time. There's a little more that he can offer too. Sam blinks away his sleep trying to make himself look less tired. "I already emailed my professor to tell him I have a family emergency. Let's make a deal. You eat something and I'll sleep after."

She hesitates at his proposal, evaluating if she can even eat. He knows her well because she does love pancakes. After a moment, she nods. “Deal, on one condition. No more sitting over there. I don’t want you more than 2 feet away from me for longer than 2 minutes for at least three or four days.” She paused again, trying to decide how she feels. “And, I’ll let you give me more blood but only if you sleep plenty, drink lots of water, and we order in food until we’re both feeling better.”

Sam doesn't have to be a med student to know that she should be hungry to some extent. She does love pancakes. When she nods, he breaks the closeness between them to stand up at the edge of the bed. "I agree to your terms and will be right back. How many do you want? Two, three, four? All the works?" He didn't move any further than that until he had her permission to go. Once he came in the room, he set the tray over her on the bed. Syrup, strawberries, cut up apple slices and bananas were also on each of their plates.

About the blood transfusion, he finally had an answer for her with the bottle of B-12 he held up. "We both can take one of these to help our bodies produce more blood. You have my word I won't give you any more after the next transfusion if you take these. You're stuck with me for the next three days, at least. I think I can get away with that much class time missed."

“Two. All the works.” There’s a hint of a pout in her voice at the space between them but her stomach grumbles, illustrating how hungry she actually is. While he’s gone, she slowly, carefully sits up, propping the pillows up behind her.

She gives him a quizzical look at the vitamins then shrugs. “Okay, she agrees readily as she picks up a strawberry to take a bite of it. “We should her more of these. Maybe chocolate to dip them in.” His declaration about having him for the next three days makes her smile. “ I’ll help you catch up.”

He frowns as he notices that she sat up when he returns. "You should have waited until I could help you," he tells her in concern. The food is all laid before her. As requested, he places two pancakes onto her plate with care.

He looks deeply into her blank as night eyes. "We're all out of chocolate. I can go get more?" he jokes as he slides under the covers with her. He has no intention of leaving her side for the next couple of hours at least. Breakfast, in fact, might even do for their lunch. "Good. I could use an extra pair of hands to quiz me for biochemistry." His meaning is suggestive.

She gives him a wicked smile. "You can check to make sure that I didn't pop any stitches after breakfast."

His joke makes her frown a little. "We'll need more. Maybe we can get groceries delivered." She was serious about him not getting more than three feet away from her for more than five minutes. Breakfast is an excellent lunch, especially when it's spent in bed. She bites her bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth. "An extra pair of hands is something I'm very good at." Yeah, she caught that suggestive meaning.

He holds back a sigh and shakes his head, smiling helplessly at her wit and charm. "You're impossible, but I'll take a look." Chances are the bandages need to be changed anyway.

He sees that offended her in a small way and reaches for her hand. "Sorry. We can make a shopping list online together. What do you suggest we have for the week?" They've always planned meals together, why stop now? All his favorite meals are taken when she's around. He barely even registers staring at her lips before meeting her eyes again. "Yeah, um, I have a test next week. There's lots of time between now and then. Your hands will be very much appreciated."

"And you love that about me," she quips confidently. There's no version of Sam that likes easy and compliant. It's part of what makes them work no matter what.

It's not that he offended her so much that she protests him leaving for any amount of time. "Perogies. Any chance you're ready to try your hand at them? I'll supervise." It's a comfort food for her. "Maybe cheese, bread, fruit, some deli meat. If I'm going to make you try perogies, might as well make the rest easy on you. Some soup?" she suggests. He might not register staring at her lips, but she notices. She bites her bottom lip and pulls it between her teeth. "I might need to lend other parts of my body to the cause as well."

He shakes his head but concedes to her point. "I do." She wouldn't be Ruby if she didn't have that spark in her.

Honestly, Sam is fumbling with doing what's best in the moment and staying by her side. He's never been trained on what to do. He gives her hand a light squeeze. "Sure. How hard can it be with you telling me what to do." If it would make her feel better, he would waste a day making all the foods she loves to comfort her. He mumbles something like that she could ask for whatever she wants in her condition. "I'll do more than soup for you. Just ask. I can search it up on Google," he smiles but hopes she will ask. There's other Polish dishes he'd gladly make for her on request. He doesn't think twice about biting his bottom lip before setting his head straight. The gears in his brain turn at her statement. "Pardon?"

She's obviously pleased with his admittance even though she knew that's what he'd say.

In some way, she gets it. He has never had to deal with her being seriously injured before. "Exactly," she confirms. She thinks he's ready for it. As long as he spends all day with her while he's making comfort food, she'd be okay with that. However, she still doesn't really eat enough to warrant that much food. She grins at that. "Very tempting, Dr. Winchester," she says with a teasing tone of voice. "Studying. If I'm going to help you with anatomy, you might need more than my hands," she reminds him.

He wouldn't have it any other way.

He's only ever had dreams of her being injured before. Should he have told her that before? It didn't seem like a good idea at the time and it seems like less of one now. Sorry, Ruby. The pieces of his old life are only beginning to add up or cause him to believe he is clairvoyant. If he happens to make too much food, it won't go to waste as it will end up being his lunch or a smoothie breakfast. He grins with his whole being at every last word she says. "Soon as you recover more, we can get started," he notes thoughtfully. "I like the sound of Mr. Winchester just as much."

It wouldn't matter either way. If he had, she would assume they were normal fears of having someone you love hurt rather than any kind of psychic dream. She worries about him being hurt as well. Leftovers are good. It means neither of them have to do much for a couple of future meals. She takes a bite of a strawberry from her pancakes and considers him. "Good. I like the sound of it as well." She takes another bite of her food, quiet for a moment before she speaks. "Did you mean it? About kids? The other night when...we both thought I was dying." Of course, she means her body, but she also knows he knows that.

Well one thing for certain is that Sam isn't too picky about what is for lunch as long as there is something square about the meal. Extra left over fruit will do. It's a good thing he hasn't had many instances where he was or could end up injured. Of the two of them, Ruby is the more active hunter. He cuts up the pancakes for the two of them and takes a bite. He smiles in agreement about when they can get started. Quiet begets quiet, but his eyes do not leave her. Her question deserves a thoughtful, honest answer. "Yes. Of..of course. I've met Zuzu and Alex, our girls, and they turned out to be great people. I could see us having another little one that turned out just like them. But it also just slipped out. I know we've not had a conversation about it yet." What her stance about having more children is, that is.

Most of the food in their fridge and pantry is healthy food because of Sam. It's also because Ruby is still very interested in keeping Sam around as long as possible. She's already got him drinking her immortali-tea. Ruby definitely wants to keep it that way; she's happy to be the more active hunter and let Sam be the more active healer. She smiles at the way he cuts the pancakes up and picks a piece up with her index finger and thumb, licking the syrup off as she does. "No, but it seems like this is the time we ought to have a conversation about it." She swirls her finger through the whipped cream on the plate.

"Any baby we have will be at least half demon...and it could be twins again," she gives him a wary look. "I know it just slipped out, but if that's all it was, if that's not what you really want--I've got lots of family and I'd love to have a baby with you--even though being pregnant was hard--I was on bed rest for two and a half months--you think I'm cranky and needy now..." she jokes but she's also very serious. "All I really want and need is another very long life with you. The rest is icing on the cake so there's no wrong answer or decision here. I mean, you can't decide to divorce me. I'd hunt you down, but any other answer is okay."

Ruby has also introduced him to some healthy fusion foods that he never would have dreamed of and they're staples around their pantry now. He has never complained about the immortali-tea but it could be a lot less bitter. At some point, he would like to go on more hunts with her; though he's sometimes painfully aware his schooling comes first when she goes off on her own. He's not trying to seduce her by cutting the pancakes for the two of them, but by the way she picks up a piece and licks the syrup suggests maybe he ought to be flirtatious too. "I agree." He barely swallows down the piece in his mouth without choking. Does she intentionally leave a smidge of whipped cream on her lips?

"We can handle half demons again and twins, if that's meant to be." Her wary look is met with one of hopeful optimism. The number of kids or mixed race of them was never an issue. "If you're worried about a hard pregnancy, we can look for something in the spell books to find something that will make it more comfortable. I don't have all the answers but we have more resources than we did 100 or even 180 years ago. I can deal with cranky or needy; it's what I signed up for when I asked you out." Oops, that may have come out wrong. To prove his point though, he reaches for her hands (also to stop her from continiung to be sexuallly suggestive with the whipped cream or pancakes because there's only so many distractions Sam can take.) "To be clear, we both have to want it. It can't be just me. I want you to want them. I can see us living the rest of our days without another one, too. I don't know what universe I'd divorce you in; it isn't this one."

If she could do something more about the taste, she would. It's better than it used to be because she's added things that don't affect the magic behind it like honey and orange zest (or lavender depending on what time of day Sam is drinking it). She will take him on more hunts when he's got the time. It'll be good for his future career as a doctor that sees hunters. She might low-key, almost subconsciously trying to be flirtatious. It's pretty much her default status with Sam. The whipped cream might be a tiny bit intentional.

"I'm not worried about it; I can handle a difficult pregnancy. It was worth it for the girls. She sees the hope in his eyes and the decision is already made. She arches an eyebrow at that oops. When he takes her hands, that look disappears. "She hums a little at his words. "Okay then...when do you want to start trying?"

What counts is that she tries to make the tea more palpable. Sam hasn't noticed and appreciated the times of day the fragrance has changed. He's appreciative of her agreeing to take him on hunts. Neither of them know this yet, but it will shape his career and what he chooses to do. Hunters in the future can call for his assistance at the bunker. Her flirtation is working. He has to remind himself to pay attention to how he handles his coffee because he almost lifts it up with one finger and spills it before he course corrents.

The conversation took a jump forward there; while Sam doesn't necessarily freeze, he takes a second for his brain to catch up. He squeezes her hand as he smiles widely. "Let me hear you say the words." That she wants a baby. "We have to figure that part out. We'd have to get a nursery ready, maybe move back home the second my internship is completed. We can start right now; I'd make it work no matter what." Did he already think of some of the details? Yes.

Oh, she knows it's awful, but magic has a price, and sometimes an awful taste is that price. As much as she and his parents would like to protect him, hunting is a part of who Sam is, who he's always been. At least in this life, he gets a better balance of normal and supernatural. She smirks the smallest bit when she notices the bobble with the coffee. She's not really trying to seduce him (her stomach is still a mess of stitches and cut muscles), but it's very flattering that she doesn't have to try.

It's a heavy conversation. He's allowed and even encouraged to take a moment. he doesn't rush him, but she is glad to see his reaction, to be able to read his thoughts on his face and in his body language. She puts aside her fork and gingerly moves so that she can wrap her arms around his neck, leaning into him a little. "Samuel, I would love nothing more in this life to have a baby with you." She reaches up to tuck a bit of his hair behind his ear. "I'll stop drinking the tea. It'll take at least a cycle for things to normalize out. We've got a little time, but I would like to raise our child in our house. We'll think about the nursery later." She likes that he's thought out some of the details. It means he wants this and he's thought about it; it's not a rash, emotional decision brought on by her near death (of her body) experience.

More than that, Ruby has always been a big part of his life. She would have to agree she was comfortable with him stepping into that role before he did it. Though the balance between a normal and supernatural life belonged to both of them. Neither would be complete without the other half in the life they were used to. He smiles, blinking down at the coffee in her hands then back to her. The situation at hand didn't change how easily her words and presence lightened his soul.

He leans carefully over her, bringing his hands around her to support her leaning into him; last thing he wanted was for her to open her stitches. He smiles not just with the corner of his lips grinning wider, but with his eyes and emotions bleeding out. Passion for her doesn't begin to describe how he is feeling. "Ru, you're the most amazing woman I've ever met," he reminds both of them, doing everything in his power to push down his instincts to wrap his arms around her and push her back on the bed, instead cupping her face. "The house?" he poses the question more so he can think back. "Bobby's!? Of.. Of course. I haven't been there in some time but with the girls blessing we can refurnish their old room. In any style you like. You're the boss." It definitely is partly thought out. There's a whole life he pictures with Ruby with the finer details/milestones left to when the time seems right, after college.

He'll have to do some work before she agrees, but he's right; it's part of their lives and it's better that they're both prepared for it.

She's trying to avoid exactly that. Restitching isn't something either of them relishes. His expression and emotion further seal the deal for hr. Of course, his compliment both makes her squirm a little and fills her with pride. She reacts in a typical Ruby way by responding, "I'd better be." She's probably not helping his quest to be gentle when she runs her fingers along the curve of his neck to the hollow beneath his ear and back again. It's her favorite spot to leave her mark on him. "Our house, but yes. There's space to play and run. It's a good place for a kid to grow up. We can get the garden back up and running if you like, maybe get some animals." After college is a good time to hit some of those milestones. Finishing college is a huge milestone after all.

"The only one that makes sense," he affirms. Any other words would be a lie. It's very obvious to him that the two of them should decompress with space from one another but the thought of leaving her side isn't even a consideration. He's weak to her charm when her fingers run along the side of his neck leaving behind tingles under his skin. It scratches an itch almost as if he were a puppy like his nickname. "All of the above. I can't imagine any other place I'd like to call home." He stops her hand with his fingers twinning in hers to bring them to his lips. It's the least he can do to stop himself from going any further. "We can take our time cleaning it up to suit our needs." They can hit the ground running after he completes college. He's forever grateful she is willing to be on this journey with him while he's in school because he can not devote every moment to her.

She doesn't want him to leave her side either and she's not really thinking about how she's injured because when she's leaning against him like this, nothing hurts. She half smiles a little at him. "Good. I know you haven't spent much time there, but we can go and stay a little while, see how you like it." He's been there, of course, a few times, but they've never stayed for any length of time. She also knows he's got some memories of it, but she's aware that there's a difference between memories and really understanding and knowing a place. "We'll find a way for you to practice. Sioux Falls could probably use a good family doctor." When he twines her fingers with his, she smirks a little, well aware of what he's doing. "Come on. Lay down with me. You promised you'd sleep once I ate." This time, she'll let him help her lay down to avoid straining her stomach muscles further. Besides, he needs to get comfortable before she can.

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