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

Once Melissa had slipped out and back into the waiting room, Ruby went to check on Sam. The room was really just one large room with curtain dividers. "Knock knock," Ruby said as she pushed aside one of the curtains and stepped up beside Sam's bed. "How're you feeling, Puppy?" she asks, sitting on the chair next to the bed.
peaceonearth: (Flirting)
The night before had been chaos. Ruby and Sam had gone up to the Roadhouse with Dean to socialize with some hunters in town. Dean has disappeared with Jo and one of the hunters no one knew very well had started flirting with Ruby. She'd responded in typical Ruby fashion, which seemed to only make the hunter more angry and more determined to prove something to Ruby (though she wasn't sure what). She had promised Sam that she wouldn't hit anyone that morning, but he'd made no such promise to her.

It had escalated to a bar fight. Everyone had been thrown out (though Ruby and Sam's ban was only for that night), which had suited Ruby just fine. There was something incredibly sexy about Sam being jealous and possessive.

Ruby lies next to Sam propped on one elbow. After a moment, she reaches out to lightly glide her fingertips along the bruise coloring Sam's cheekbone. When he opens his eyes, he'll find her grinning lazily.

"Morning, Slugger." That lazy grin turns a bit wicked as she watches him wake up.
peaceonearth: (Say again)
The penthouse was quiet as Sam tried to study and Ruby made peppermint tea. She poured two cups, lacing one with honey and headache powder. She took the cups into the living room where Sam was studying on the couch and sat down next to him. His cup went onto the coffee table and hers onto the side table. She reached out to ruffle her hand through Sam's hair.

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

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

Yes, she keeps count. There's an app on her phone.
peaceonearth: (Black Eyes)
A host of mixed emotions had been warring inside her since Sam's invitation to go out. Of course, Ruby was happy to have Sam back. It was the only thing she'd wanted and worked for since he'd jumped into the pit, but everything he'd done to her without a soul, everything he'd put her through didn't disappear just because he was back. Because of Sam, Ruby had opened herself up and grown a heart only to have someone who looked very much like the person she'd fallen in love with stomp all over it.

The foreign movie at the drive-in had earned Sam points, and yes, she can admit that she was keeping score right now. It was a very Sam thing to make their first date. Right now, she's alone in the Impala. Sam is getting food. She watches him talk to the cashier as she zips off her boots and leans over the seat to place them in the backseat floorboard. She grabs the blanket on the backseat as well then tucks her socked feet beneath and pulls the blanket over her legs. Sam is still talking to the cashier. She can't see Sam's face, but she can see the cashier's face, and the pretty brunette (who looks a little like one of Soulless's sketchy women) is laughing, smiling up at Sam like he's on the menu. Insecurity and anger bubble inside of Ruby and it's probably a good thing she took her boots off; it makes her hesitate to stalk over there and punch the cashier. Without her even realizing it, her eyes have gone black and if Sam doesn't come back soon, she might go punch a bitch barefoot or not.