Give me one more chance to love you

Sep. 15th, 2021 07:48 pm
peaceonearth: (Stalk)
When Sam died a hundred years ago, Ruby thought losing him would kill her. In all honesty, the only thing that kept her from using her knife on herself was a promise to Sam. She had to remind herself on a daily basis that she wasn't alone. There were plenty of grandchildren and great-grandchildren as well as grandnieces and nephews that were scattered across the country. Ruby wasn't alone, even though she felt that way so much of the time. She'd adapted and gotten accustomed to life without Sam, but she never stopped missing him.

Eventually, she met Brooke, another hunter who knew who Ruby Winchester was, as well as who her husband had been. The hunter had been persistent and kind and a very good friend even when Ruby hadn't returned the favor. With a good deal of time, patience, and flirtation on (mostly) Brooke's part, they'd become something between friends and a booty call. Ruby had laid down her boundaries from the very beginning and Brooke had respected those boundaries.

One of Ruby's rules was that neither of them spent the night together. She still didn't need to sleep much and spending the entire night together was too intimate, too real, and it hurt too much because she'd only ever shared that sort of intimacy with Sam. This is why Brooke is slipping out of the house at three in the morning when she sees the shadow of a man lurking around the house. She creeps up behind him, gun pointed at the back of his head.

Brooke is on the shorter side with long dark hair, dark eyes, and dimples. She's thin but muscular. She's dressed in dark, slim-fitting pants and a dark tee-shirt with a utility jack over it all. Her hair is loose around her shoulders and mussed.

"You really don't want to break into this place. I promise it's more trouble than it's worth," she tells him. "Hands up and turn around slowly."
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