peaceonearth | What happens here stays here {Vegas}

Sam didn't want to go to Vegas either but it was hard saying no to Dean's endless last wishes. The instant Ruby came on stage, he couldn't take his eyes off of her in light of his disbelief that she would show up as 'Sally.' He hadn't been watching anyone else up until that point. Strip shows weren't something he was comfortable watching. Add the fact that money was thrown on stage... He couldn't take his eyes off her. His mouth may have been hanging open but he was looking for an opportunity to mouth at her what she was doing there.

That opportunity came when Dean meddled and Ruby came up to him. He frowned at what his brother thought he was doing but couldn't really protest. He wanted to talk to Ruby and a private place would be best.

He shot Dean a look before taking Ruby's hand and they disappeared into the back. "Sally, seriously?" when the door closed behind them.

Strip shows weren't something Ruby was interested in either, but as long as no one touched her and she had the power, there were worse things. Besides, Vegas is expensive. She won't say no to easy money. And yes, she noticed Sam was watching. He was the only person in the place that she felt one way or another about his observation. In all honesty, she's not sure if she wants him to watch or not, but she does know her feelings would be hurt if he hadn't watched.

Dean is getting Sam some facetime with the only woman in the place that caught his attention. He's an excellent brother, thank you very much. He doesn't see that look because he is already watching the redhead on stage.

"I couldn't exactly go up there as Ruby and I refused to be called Destiny or Mercedes. Do I get brownie points for not punching Dean when he put this in my g-string?" she asks as she fishes out the bill and tucks it into her bra. "Also, I'm keeping his money." She looks to the couch then to Sam. "You might as well sit."

She had his full attention. Any other girl would have made him feel guilty but the longer she put on her strange glaring show, the more he gave away that he wanted to talk to her.

This time Dean might have done something right, but Sam would beg to differ on what constitutes 'excellence' so it might not be something repeated anytime soon. No, he wouldn't say that he'd take back the facetime either. Lucky for Dean the redhead on stage has a routine around cars as her alias Mercedes suggests. The announcer asks if everyone is ready to rev their engines for her as Ruby and Sam disappear in the back.

"Fair point. I don't know if you could have picked anything that sounded great. I'm sorry about Dean." There's no real excuse for Dean even with his year ticking down. He notes that Ruby doesn't seem too upset by the cash as a result. His head shook one time. "I don't plan to ask for it back." He turns to look at the couch and sigh. "If you tell me why you decided to show up like this."

Of course he scoots to the farthest side with the assumption she will sit next to him.

The DJ did hustle her off the stage a little faster than normal when he realized she wasn't going to dance. She only got the one song while everyone else gets at least 2. She wasn't going to complain.

The redhead will also hit up Dean's table when she gets off stage. That works to San and Ruby's advantage. "Apparently it's part of the job," she brushes off his apology about Dean.

Sam may pick the end of the couch, but Ruby straddles him with one knee on each side of his hips. She puts her hands on his shoulders. "You asked me to stay close." The asking was the key part of that. "Besides, I've never been to Vegas and I've heard what happens here, stays here."

Not sure if he could make it more obvious, but he wasn't a fan of the men trying to make her work for singles. He almost looks relieved when she's off stage into the crowd.

It's good Dean is completely unaware. The last thing Sam wants to do is tip off Dean that he knows Ruby and something else is up between them. "You could have shown up as anyone else" he points out. Would she believe that he is skeptical of her reasoning?

He doesn't stop her from her closeness but his hands pull away for a split second before hovering close to her hips. He sighs because she knows as well as he does that she's using his words against him. "I did. Though I didn't mean anything like this." It wasn't exactly a complaint. "Don't tell me you got into marketing, too." His chest feels a little tighter and he measures his breathing. "Just a simple text to meet would suffice."

Oh, it's obvious and she couldn't be happier about that. Whether they want to admit it or not, there's something between her and Sam.

"Anyone else couldn't get this close to you," she smirks.

Ruby can't help but notice the care he takes with his hands and it's sweet. "I'm giving you permission to touch me, Samuel, unlike those jackasses around the stage." Of course, they wouldn't ask given this situation either. "I'll keep that in mind for the rest of the trip."

Unfortunately, it's hard to admit that there is something between Ruby and him.

He frowns, a little uncomfortably, by her statement. She's not wrong but he can't bring himself to give her the satisfaction.

"I'm... I'm fine." Subconsciously, he might be afraid where it would go if he did. Logically, he can't let himself go there. "Consider this your big break." He steadies his breathing. "Really, I'll pass. Is there something up?"

Well...something is hard.

It's enough that he knows she chose to be able to get close to him, enough for him to know that she chose to be in an uncomfortable situation for this moment.

She settles against him a bit closer, letting her weight rest a bit more on his lap and less hovering over him. "Maybe. After this place closes, I'm heading to see a demon that is almost as old as Lilith, but he hasn't been downstairs in a long time. I want to know why and how. I'm not sure he'll be on our side, but I would like to know where he stands." While she talks, she lets one hand drift from his shoulder up into his hair so she can play with it.

He has little choice in that matter; its an involuntary response.

He doesn't think when her bottom slides more closer to his front and grasps one of her arms with his hands. He doesn't stop her or push her away, but it is a warning. His other hand grips the edge of the bench. He grunts in an attempt to make a little space or is uncomfortable by her seeing a powerful demon alone when she's also wanted (spoiler: it's both). "You dont need my help, but what's the plan if he's not on your side?" his tongue clicks.

Her hands unwittingly draw his head closer. The one hand that had been gripping the edge of the bench slips and he rests against her side. He takes uneasy breaths even before the realization sets in. This should be illegal.

Honestly, she'd be concerned about him if that involuntary response wasn't happening.

She hesitates, chin tilting up a bit when he grabs her arm. She's clearly waiting for him to push her away. When he doesn't, she relaxes a little. She doesn't know what that grunt means, but he asks a question she can answer. "I brought my knife."

She's not sure what should be illegal, but she's focused on his breath at the moment. Her fingers play at the back of his neck. Her gaze falls to Sam's lips, his collarbone, and his pulse jumping in his neck. She can hear his heartbeat thundering in her ears over the music. She bites her bottom lip and takes a deep breath, breathing in the scent of him. She knows she should say something, or do something, but she's got no idea what. Finally, she exhales. "I'd really suck at this job if it were for real."

It could mean a lot of things but the simplest answer has to do with the involuntary response. He doesn't push her away rather than hold her there. His grip loosens but he lingers. He needs that little reminder that she has the knife. "Right. Yeah. Even so, don't get yourself killed."

This. Them. All of it should be illegal, but most of all the desire to push her away and leave shouldn't be so damn complicated. His chest feels hotter with her hands at the back of his neck. He can't tell whose heartbeat it is but it races through his wrists. His eyes wander from her face to his hands, soaking every inch up. Maybe she should have said nothing at all and let the cards fall where there might. Before she can finish that sentence, his hands fight it for a moment before he pulls her by the buttocks, closer. Maybe he should have keep his month shut to, "Maybe. You could go without the frilly underwear." His head sways, eyes low on her lips before focusing on her eyes again, a slow swallow.

Lingering is good. She likes having him touch her, which is surprising; Ruby doesn't like being touched by anyone. "I'll do my best. Lucky for both of us, I'm very hard to kill."

He's making it more complicated than it has to be. She notices how his eyes wander and knows he's trying to make a decision. When his hands grab her ass and pull her closer she lets out a sound that's a cross between a gasp and a moan. "Why Samuel, I do believe you're asking me to remove my underwear," she whispers in a husky, breathy voice. His eyes drift to her lips and she reacts on her desire. She closes the distance between them, her lips pressing against his, hands loose at the back of his neck so he can pull away if he likes, though she's not sure where he'd go at this point.

She must know that it makes it equally as hard for him to push her off of him in her current position. Any other girl would have been gently removed from his lap so he could stand up and leave. Normally, Ruby and him seem to have more to talk about. The way his lips push...it's not exactly a smile but it's not a frown either in response to her being hard to kill. "I'll hear from you soon then." It's an expectation at this point.

Maybe. If she stood up, neither of them would be in this position right now. Though he can't lie to himself and not realize that his decision making skills are a little cloudy. He reacts on pure instinct one second and the next a little bit of reason takes over when she speaks. "That's not what I meant at all. Your underwear is entirely too frilly. I'm pointing out you should wear something normal," he speaks against her jawline, turned just slightly away. How much did he manage to say in a straight voice? Anyone's guess. The little bit of reason slips away as he already protests too much. Though his head moves back at first when her lips touch his, it's a split second before he leans into the kiss, pressing somewhere between the bridge of her nose and upper lip. There's nowhere to go but deeper. His nostrils inhale a mixture of sulphur and lavender and it's not exactly a turn off.

He can tell Ruby is no stranger to kissing either. There's a punch behind her lips.

Maybe she should stand up. They could leave this room; she could collect her money and they could go right back to being associates, but that wouldn't change the thing that sparks between them. All of this would still be there between them. "Always," she promises and she'll keep her word. She'll text him when she's back at a cheap hotel in downtown Vegas.

Does it help that her decision-making skills are equally cloudy? She laughs softly at his comment about her underwear. Her attention is on his jawline and she wants to lick it. She's ready to pull away and chalk it up to a bad decision. She's already reasoning that they can pretend it never happened then he's kissing her back, pushing the kiss deeper and she presses against him, against his chest, against that involuntary reaction, her hands tangling in his hair.

She's had a little bit of experience, but even now the kiss is different from every one that has come before.

No, it would not change the spark. He's glanced at Ruby prior to this and caught some of hers sideways glances too. Associates is just a convenient word for their agreement to use each other. Her word means something to him and he gives a simple, accepting hum. He'll find himself waiting for that text before he does anything else.

It does help that neither of them are great at thinking beyond their urges, even temporarily. He only thought he should clarify. Part of him could never live it down if she actually thought he meant that. One day he might change his mind, but that day isn't today. It's almost mortifying that she can twist his words so easily. She might have made him shiver had she licked his jaw with clenched hands over her skin. He's already made as much of a bad decision as he can by returning the kiss. She encourages him not to stop there with her ass weighing seemingly more where his pants grow tighter and her hands all over; he extends his arms under hers and positions, claws her closer. The fact there are clothes between them helps create a sexual boundary not to cross into. Maybe he couldn't even if he wanted to.

Her hands bring him closer and when the first kiss breaks, he initiates the next. It's an experience he can tell. He isn't trying to dominate her, but it is increasingly fervent.

Next time, she'll definitely lick his jawline. As for her underwear, she finds it a hassle anyway, and going commando won't be a hardship. It's one less thing for her to wash out in the sink at night. Twisting his words is part of how she flirts. Aw, Sam. Why does it have to be a bad decision? Maybe it's just a fun decision. Oh, she's grinding against him for her own pleasure as much for his and it's definitely on purpose. In her opinion, at this moment, he has entirely too many clothes on. She doesn't start to remove them though because even a part of her brain knows this isn't the time or the place.

The way he initiates the next kiss makes her melt all over and she makes a little sound in response, her hands going to his chest then trailing down to his stomach between them, fingers flirting with his waistband before moving back up to tangle in his hair a little more roughly than before. It's either undo his pants or pull his hair while kissing him like she's starving.

Next time he won't stop her and will be less likely to be able to. Discovering her commando might not be the surprise he thinks it would be. There are a few things left to sort before he goes too far with her though; the first being how much gray he sees with what he is doing and the other is whether he accepts her as a person as much as a demon. He's said it before that he doesn't believe everything supernatural is evil. It isn't the time nor place for sex and he realizes that which eventually brings a break in the kisses on kisses.

However, he can't quite stop responding to the little ways her hands had teased him while they were kissing. First that little sound had him answer her with his hands into the curls of her hair. The sensation down his stomach and the playfully at his waistband had snapped him back to reality but not before saying part of her name against her lips. This was a dangerous game that had stopped. The hairpulling is a turn on. He gasped when he pulled back. "Wait."

As in 'We can't'.

They'll both be a little more emotionally ready for a physical relationship. They'll also have their heads on a little more straight about what they want from each other. She definitely wants him to accept her as both because, in her mind, she is both a person and a demon. Despite the fact that Ruby isn't particularly romantic, this definitely is not where she'd like to have sex with Sam for the first time.

In a way, it was a snap back to reality for her as well, realizing that if she continued, things were going to get out of hand. The way he says part of her name effects her almost as much as the way he touches her does. The gasp and that 'wait' makes this seem a lot less like a rejection and a lot more like a 'not right now'. It doesn't hurt her (surprisingly sensitive) feelings the way an outright rejection would. She's dazed a moment before she reacts. She uses the couch arm to push herself to her feet (so sh's not pushing him away) and rakes her hand through her hair as she stands. "You should go. I'll leave a few seconds later. I'll text you tonight. After I see the demon."

When Sam slips out of the room, she collects herself a moment, decides she doesn't want to spend any more time here, and goes to the dressing room to grab her clothes. After a hot bath and a little self love, she heads to her meeting. It's an enlightening one and true to her word, when she's back at her motel, she texts Sam.

I'm safe at the motel. I've got information to share whenever

Not the place he would imagine his first time with her either. He'll get there.

It is a 'not right now'. Had they been back at the motel things might have taken that turn. It is his understanding that she thinks it shouldn't go anywhere right now either when she stands up from him. He holds his index up to indicate the moment he will need; the truth is that he can't stand right away despite her urging him to leave first. It takes a few moments more for him to come to the decision that the only way to get up is to shrug his jacket off his shoulders and tie it sideways over the situation in his pants. He pauses long enough to look at her before opening the door. "I'm going. ...Be careful, all right?" He was just starting to see that she was on the team.

Sam slips into the washroom after he leaves to collect himself (like minds think alike) but eventually manages the awkward stiff walk back into the strip club to tell Dean he's headed back to the motel. Have fun. A cold shower follows on his list and he locks the door behind him just so no one could accidentally find what else he's up to. A little self love isn't uncommon for him either. He's changed into clean underwear, sweatpants and a shirt when Ruby texts him. He decides a call makes it easier. Part of him might actually want to hear her voice.

"Hey, Ruby. What did you find out?"

Ruby nods a little at Sam's signal that he needs a little time. She gets it; she needs some time as well. She's also a little smug and pleased to find that Sam is affected as she is. She'll think about that later.

Don't think Dean doesn't notice that stiff walk with Sam's jacket in front of him. He gives Sam a little grief about leaving, but not much. He's distracted. Later that night, he also notices that the blonde has disappeared. Ruby is the poster child for Team Sam.

She's glad he chooses to call. She wants to hear his voice as well and she needs to know they're okay. She picks up on the first ring (no one calls her except him) and mutes the TV (she's watching an old rom-com). "More generals than specifics. He doesn't like Lilith and she's part of the reason he's fought to stay here. I think we can count him a passive ally, but probably not a soldier." She pauses for a long moment, struggling with how to tell him the next bit. "If we want Dean's contract, we're going to have to kill Lilith. If we do that, we get all her contracts." She pauses again. "We'll leave a vacuum in Hell so we'll have to act quickly and nullify Dean's contract because if someone else takes over Hell, they'll get the contracts. I'm researching how we do that." Without Sam becoming the King of Hell.

He can take a little bit of grief from Dean, but he makes it clear that he doesn't want to be there any longer. Something happened between the blonde and himself. It's good there aren't any questions about it. Sam is out of there before Dean can throw money around.

He sits when her voice comes from the other end of the line. Things could be awkward right now between them but he tries to set that aside by clearing his throat. He almost, almost allows himself to smile when she picks up on the first ring. But he's more concerned about her. The last hour or so had been long enough to make him worry that things had gone south. "That's... Well, if I'm being honest, it doesn't sound like that does any good for us." He's not blaming her. His grip tightens on the phone and he considers his next words carefully so she knows his thoughts, "Thanks for trying. I appreciate it." He doesn't have much to add so he quiets, hoping she has more. Thankfully, she does. Though what she shares next stuns him into a drawn out silence. She knows as well as he does that he doesn't want to be King. But they both know that a vacuum would cause a problem topside too. It's a pill he's not ready to swallow. "Kill Lilith? The goal seems to keep moving, Ruby. How do we find her?"

He thinks she's already asking a lot of him but there's already half a year left on the clock for Dean.

Until Dean notices the blonde is absent, he only assumes a lap dance happened, and that made Sam very happy.

Whether she'll admit it or not, it's nice to have someone be concerned about her. It's nice to have someone worry. On the contrary, Ruby and the demon had had a nice talk once she'd made it clear that she didn't mean any harm. It doesn't do Sam any good, Ruby will admit that, but it does do her some good. It gives her some hope that she can stay topside if she does everything right. She doesn't blame him for not thinking about that now. He's too fixated on Dean. She knows he doesn't want to take over Hell; that's why she doesn't mention it in that context. For all Ruby cares, a vacuum can be created. That's Hell's problem. She knows how to stay topside (even though it will mean fighting for the rest of her life) and they can get Dean's contract. Hell can sort itself out, but it will cause a problem for them topside. She figures they can deal with all of that later.

"The problem isn't finding her, Sam. The problem is being ready when we do find her, and not letting her find us until then."

She knows him all too well; Dean is his priority. In the coming days, weeks, even months, he will need her to help keep him focused on that, because should Hell start to become a problem for them, he'd take that on himself too. Sam wants nothing but to do the most good.

"And what's your suggestion? I-" He decides he'd be lying if he said he was open to anything. "How do I make sure she doesn't find us?" He does not want her getting anywhere near Dean.

Ruby knows that and she will do her best to keep him focused and to help so he doesn't become overwhelmed with everything. She loves that he wants to do the most good, but he can't do it all himself.

"I'll make hex bags. Vegas has a surprisingly good real witch shop. They won't make it impossible for her to find you, but they will make it more difficult. We'll all keep them on us all the time."

No, no he can't. But he can certainly try to do the most good.

"What's the address? I'll meet you there."

"Could you make them into necklaces?"

She's going to try to help him if he'll let her. She rattles off the address for him. "Yeah. Definitely. I can't promise they'll be pretty, but I can put them on leather cords."

The magic shop is in a shady part of town. Ruby has changed back into jeans, heeled boots, a Grateful Dead tee shirt, and a leather jacket. She's got a leather bag slung across one shoulder. Her hair is down and wavy. "Long time no see, Samuel," she says when she sees him walking toward her.

"I'm not worried about that. But... thank you." He confirms he had the address memorized but soon as he leaves the room, Sam makes sure to enter it in his phone. He's not taking chances on getting the street wrong.

Shady or not, he's aware to make sure no one is tailing him before he steps into the shop, bell ringing upon stepping in. It is not long before his eyes settle on her. Stares longer than he should before walking up to her in black denim, a blue patterned button up, and his green jacket. It's a windy day outside and his hair curls at its ends. "It's Sam," he corrects her even though he is aware it might go ignored behind that smugness of hers. He's prepared to be less annoyed with it. Maybe it isn't so bad she calls him Samuel.

"If you consider yesterday a long time. You gonna show me what we need or what?" Unfortunately, he is a little impatient. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about her since the strip house. There were dreams that were also a little hot and heavy...

Good. The less Lilith's side realizes what's up the better they will be. While Sam tries to hide that he stares at her for too long, Ruby makes no attempt to hide how her eyes rake over him, viewing him a little differently than she had before due to her own hot and heavy dreams. She makes no comment on his attempt to correct her. It will have very little effect on their future conversations.

"Already on it," she tells him as she moves toward a corner section of the store where the wooden open shelves have glass bins of raw ingredients for bulk sale. "We're going to need fenugreek, calendula, fingerroot, belladonna, shilajit peppermint, fogroot, and lavender to cover the smell." As she lists everything off, she uses small wooden scoops to put everything in small paper bags. "If you want me to make them right now, I'll need silk pouches for the mixture, leather cords, and some anise powder. I've got my spell bowl, pestle and spellbook with me."

He's five paces behind her and works on the assumption she is telling him to get the ingredients higher up or further away. He doesn't see it as her ordering around as he volunteered to come along and work alongside her. "I'll get the pouches, cords and anise powder." When he comes back, he's holding a little basket he picked up from the front of the store. He takes what she has and places it in. "Is that everything? We should make it back at the hotel." He motions to the teller who had nothing better to do than watch them boredly. Better safe taking it elsewhere then sorry.

She makes use of having a tall shopping partner. She also likes the way his tee shirt rides a little higher to reveal a slice of his bare skin when he reaches for something high. She gives the basket a glance, eyes skimming over the items in it. "Yeah. I think that's it." Once the ingredients are paid for, she looks to Sam. "Yours or mine? Either way we're going to have to stop by my room for the bowl."

He does want to get things done but somewhere in between their shopping, he sees her look and smooths his shirt back down, saying nothing. He adds a couple more things to the basket for other uses. Mostly the impala needs a restock of a few things. Sam reaches into his pocket and pays the cashier in cash. "Yours. We need the bowl. Besides, there's so many reasons not to go to mine."

Sorry, but she's not going to apologize for ogling him. She likes a tall man and a good view; he's both. She grabs the bag and nods. "My car is parked just up here," she nods toward the bright yellow Mustang. It's not subtle, but it is fun. She fishes her keys out of her pocket and unlocks it, sliding in the driver's seat. Once Sam is safely ensconced inside, she starts the car and pulls away from the curb a little too fast. Her room is in the same motel he shares with Dean, but several rooms away. She unlocks the door with the key dangling from the bright, plastic key chain and steps inside, tossing the bag on the bed. One bed is rumpled though still made. The other has her duffel bag on it along with the outfit she wore at the strip club.

"Home sweet home, for now," she says as she unzips the bag to rummage around and find the bowl. "There's chocolate milk in the fridge if you want it. I don't have anything to eat in here."

Some part of him thinks he will never get used to it. How wrong he is. He follows close to her and gets in. She drives comparable to Dean and Sam bares with it. When they pull up to the same motel, it clicked into place that he thought he had been watched. Recognition crosses his pupils when he lies eyes on the lingerie. He chooses the fresh bed to sit on.

"Not hungry, but thank you." While she unpacks everything for the spell bags, he never really takes his eyes off her, observing. "So, what's first? Give me a step to do."

Ruby isn't really interested in changing herself for anyone and, even with the 'incident' earlier, if she were she wouldn't believe she's got a shot with Sam so trying to change for him would be pointless. Sam will have to learn to like her for who and what she is or they can maintain this awkward flirting sort of friendship. The stalking won't go away either.

She makes an agreeable noise at his thanks. She puts the spell bowl on the dresser and beat up, hand-bound leather book beside it. She looks up at him at his request. "There's a silver knife and a small cedar cutting board in my bag. Finely chop the fingerroot and the calendula separately, washing the knife and board between the ingredients. You can wash them in the sink, but give them a final rinse with a little of the holy water in my bag." Yes, her bag and much of her magic involve components that, at the least, make her uncomfortable.

He doesn't argue with her instructions. However, he does make a shift a funny glance to the ingredients as he collects them to do his part. The spell had to be one of the particular that he's ever heard of if the washing of ingredients was important. It does strike him as odd that she would carry around things that would normally hurt her, but he figures she has a good reason. He recaps the holy water after washing them and brings the fingerroot and calendula over separately, placing them beside her. "And the rest of the steps? Walk me through this so I can make them down the road." He says, inches from over her shoulder.

Not all spells require the sort of meticulousness, but they're trying to hide from a powerful demon. She could make it without being so meticulous but it wouldn't be as effective. Oh, he's under the impression that all witches and all magic are evil. There are plenty that uses ingredients like silver and holy water. Magic wasn't meant to be used by demons, even demon witches. She adds the other ingredients, pointing out what she's doing and why she's doing it then takes a knife lying next to the bowl. It's a different knife, not the silver or her demon-killing knife. She makes a small cut on her ring finger on her left hand and starts massaging a little bit of blood out to drip into the bowl. "Left ring finger is always best. It's got the most direct line to the heart, unless you want to actually stab someone in the heart." Once the blood has made a little pool, Ruby's eyes go black as she starts chanting the words to the spell. It's in Latin so Sam might understand the protection spell. While she's chanting, she uses the pestle to grind the mixture into a paste. A light flares and there's an acrid, burning smell despite a lack of smoke.

"Okay. Get the pouches. Let's scoop this in there."

What happens here stays here {Vegas}

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