Ruby
The moment was too perfect and inside her heart, Ruby knew it. She was sitting on a Northern California beach enjoying the dismal cloudy weather. There was no stopping her smiles while she starred off into the grey ocean waters. She allowed her eyes to close and began flashing back to memories of a Wales coastline where a sunny day was a treat. After a deep breath she remembered so well the fog and rocks that covered the shoreline. She was sitting on the sand; just she was now, waiting for something…or someone. Eyes still closed she smelled a flower and smiled as the arm of a handsome young man presented her with a bouquet of wild flowers. Before she could turn around to see who it was, the moment was broken. Back to reality, she turned to see Sam Winchester kneeling beside her with a two decadent coffee drinks.
“Nice!” she exclaimed gripping the coffee to warm her hands.
Mouth laced with whipped cream, she allowed a brief childish giggle as Sam leaned over to kiss the topping from her lips. The coffees were quickly tossed aside as Sam suddenly forced Ruby on to her back. No words were spoken as Sam caressed her thighs, slowly making his way up her blouse. Neither of them even bothered to look around for any spectators. Neither of them cared. Before she knew it, Sam had ripped open her blouse and started passionately kissing her breasts, while inching one hand down her jeans. For just a moment, she felt human again. It had been far too long.
Twenty-four Hours Earlier
The motel was even trashier than usual. The cork accent wall with gold speckled mirrors went abhorringly well with the amber colored hanging lamps. The avocado bathtub with the low shower head made it a challenge for the boys to get their showers in. Yet they’d had worse. Much worse. Dean awoke to the sound of a headboard banging loudly against the wall. The nightstand clock glared that it was only 3:00 am, and he let out a sigh of annoyance. Realizing that sleep was now hopeless, he switched on the light. Quickly he shook his head when he noticed Sam wasn’t in his bed. After dragging himself out from under the sheet, he looked out the window to discover the Impala was gone.
“Oh this night just keeps getting better and better,” he said aloud in disgust. He fell hard back on the bed and smashed the pillow over his head, hoping to block the angry thoughts that raced through his mind.
“Freakin Ruby, Sam? Really?” He mumbled in to this pillow.
What seemed like minutes later, the door opened and the light pierced Dean’s eyes. It was Sam. He tossed a box of doughnuts on the old 70′s style table, set down two cups of coffee, and plopped in to the nearest chair.
“Sleeping in are we?” He asked sarcastically.
“Well at least one of us slept,” he said half awake. “Dude, where the hell were you all night?”
“What do ya mean?” Sam acted surprised.
“Cut the crap. I didn’t get much sleep with hooker-play land next door.”
“I was just out. Couldn’t sleep.” Quickly changed the subject, “So, I got us lattes for a change. Had to drive a ways. Didn’t feel like the usual crappy coffee this morning.”
“Lattes? Seriously?”
“Made yours a triple shot.”
“OK. Forgiven,” Dean said as he reached for his cup.”
The truth was the Winchester brothers both wanted out of this town as quickly as possible. With their work, they’d pretty much seen it all, but this place was especially dull. Dean harbored even more resentment towards Sam for choosing a little Oregon town without as much as a dive bar. The only place in town that served a drink was a crappy cafe that had only a beer and wine license. And he was fresh out of whiskey.
Still trying to avoid a discussion on where he was all night, Dean voiced his resentment.
“Sam, only you could find a case in a town with no booze.”
“What? Is that really what’s on your mind right now?”
“Just making an observation. Suppose the only food we’ll find are freakish salads and veggie burgers.”
“Dean?” Sam said annoyed.
“Truth hurt?”
Sam shook his head, let out a brooding sigh, and changed the subject. “So, I’m thinking this is an open and shut case we’re on.”
“Oh really?” Dean asked skeptically. “Burning the midnight oil in research mode all night, geek boy?”
“No, not really. I just have a feeling we’re dealing with a low level demon.”
“And you know this how?”
Sam didn’t answer, focused on his coffee.
“Look Sam. You suck at lying. Just ask Ruby how to gank this thing and we can get out of this ass-backwards town”
“Look Dean, I know what you think about her-”
“No you look, Sam. I can’t lie to you. First chance I get, Ruby’s on my list. Don’t get too attached to her.” Dean angrily grabbed his coffee, grabbed a doughnut, and slammed the door behind him.
Sam grabbed a doughnut and flung himself on to the bed. The truth was he was exhausted and didn’t mind the peace and quiet. He actually had squeezed in a bit of research during his night with Ruby and felt sufficiently accomplished. The connection he had with her felt disturbingly comfortable. Lately he felt more at ease with Ruby than with his own brother. There was no way Dean could ever understand, and he continually tried to convince himself that he didn’t really care. Flat on his back he gazed up at the ceiling and couldn’t think of anything but Dean’s disappointment in him. If his brother only knew how certain Sam was that he could kill the demon Lilith and stop the apocalypse. Sam would stop it. He was confident that he was the one. He knew his demon powers could be used for good.
For now all he felt was exhaustion. Sleep sounded so good right now. But suddenly the room was filled with a high pitched sound that broke the bathroom mirror and shook the windows. When Castiel appeared Sam let out a sigh of relief.
“I came to talk to you. Alone,” Cass announced.
“Sure. Of course,” Sam said willingly. “What can I do for you?”
“Die,” Cass answered plainly.
Sam immediately sprang from the bed and asked “What?”
“I’m sorry, Sam. I’d asked Dean to stop you. He was unsuccessful.”
Frozen in disbelief, he couldn’t flee. He just stood there knowing he was powerless to stop the angel.
“Wait!” Sam pleaded. “I’ll stop. You don’t have to do this.”
Sam recalled Dean telling him that God didn’t want him drinking the demon blood. His brother was right and now he could do nothing but close his eyes. Castiel reached out his hand and in an instant had summoned the demon killing knife Sam had hidden under his pillow. With one stroke he had stabbed Sam straight through the heart. As he collapsed all Sam could think about was how fitting it was that he was killed by his own demon killing knife.
“Sam! Sam, wake up!” Ruby shouted, shaking his shoulders.
Sam awoke from the nightmare with a deep, shaky breath. “God,” he gasped.
“You were having a nightmare,” she said trying to comfort him. She sat next to him on the bed and rubbed his back, trying to calm him. “You’re fine now.”
Sam wasn’t so sure.
While walking along the beach they discovered a cave. Although both were anxious to explore it, they used the time to work on Sam’s demon exorcism skills. However, this lasted only a few minutes as with one maneuver, Sam ended up throwing Ruby hard up against the stone wall.
“Crap! Sorry about that,” He apologized.
Ruby burst in to laughter. She was pleased with his progress. “Sam, you have no idea how far you’ve come. You’re truly a natural at this.”
Hearing this bothered Sam and he walked out of the cave. Pensive.
“What?” She followed him and asked.
“Nothing. Hey, how about I get us something to drink? I’m going to run up to the coffee house. I need some caffeine.”
“You need something else, baby. Your blood supply must be running low by now.”
“No, caffeine will do fine. I’ll be back in a few,” He reassured.
With no desire to remain in the dark, damp cave, Ruby ventured out for a walk on the beach while waiting for Sam to return. Happily dragging her bare feet through the sand, she had not felt this content in hundreds of years. Retaining her human memories was more of a curse than a blessing. Back in the 1300′s, she was a witch who had sold her soul to a demon named Tammi. After many years of unspeakable torture in hell, she finally chose to become a demon. She was always obedient and had quickly discovered how easily the demon life came to her. Deceiving Sam was so natural because deep down she remembered what it was like to be human. The only problem was that sometimes she lost herself in the pleasure of his company. If it weren’t for her task, she’d have stayed with Sam and built a life with him. However, there was no way she’d stray from her task. Sam was meant to let Lucifer out of Hell, and she had a job to do.
It wasn’t long until Sam was back, had tossed the coffees aside, and had ripped open her blouse. He started passionately kissing her breasts, while inching one hand down her jeans. The body she inhabited was a pleasing one, both to Sam and to Ruby. She was grateful that it still functioned well enough to enjoy the sex she often shared with Sam. As Sam touched her, she let out a gasp and then a smile. But at this point, all she wanted to do was please Sam. She reached up to run her slender fingers through Sam’s long wavy hair, then found their way up his back. She gasped with pleasure as her fingernails dug in to Sam’s skin. Suddenly, with almost too much force, she flipped to position Sam on the bottom, hurting him slightly.
“Ahh,” Sam gasped in pain. “Damn, Ruby.”
“Oh…sorry.” She smiled a devilish smile and began kissing him hard.
She could tell he loved every minute of it. Until she heard a strange pounding from off in the distance. “Hear that?”
“Hear what? Don’t stop,” Sam begged.
She was too distracted by this point. The moment was lost.
Through her now open eyes she saw Sam sucking the blood from her arm. Being thrown back in to reality was a disappointment.
“Answer the door. It’s Dean,” she said.
In no time Sam was up, blood whiped from his lips, and he had thrown on only his boxers. Quickly he lifted the security lock from its hinge to let Dean in.
“Discussing the case?” Dean asked sarcastically.
“As a matter of fact, yes. And don’t give me any crap, Mr. One-night-stand.” Sam retorted.
Dean glanced over to the bed and in no time spotted a few drops of blood on the sheets. “Bull shit.”
“I’ll leave you two to your brotherly angst,” Ruby announced.
“Actually, no you won’t.” Dean advised.
Ruby suddenly realized that she couldn’t leave. She glared at Dean as he pulled an area rug away to reveal a devil’s trap. Ruby wasn’t going anywhere.
“Should have wondered why there was a nice area rug in a dump like this,” Ruby admitted. “Sam?” She turned to Sam, angrily.
“This isn’t funny, Dean.” Sam said.
“No it’s not. She’s gotta go, Sammie. I’m sorry.” Dean explained.
Dean walked past Sam trying to grab the knife from under Sam’s pillow.
Sam effortlessly snatched it from him and said “I’ll do it myself.”
“Sam?” Ruby gasped in disbelief. “What the hell?”
Sam slowly walked over to Ruby, got down on his knees, and said “Forgive me.” She shook her head in shock. Suddenly Sam turned to meet Dean’s eyes, as he’d meant that statement for him. Swiftly he scraped off a line through the devils trap and Ruby was gone.
Not that Dean was the least bit surprised, he asked “Are you kidding me?”
“There’s no reason to kill her,” Sam answered back. “We still need her.”
“You mean you still need her.”
Dean had had enough of the deceit, and enough of his brother. Without a word he grabbed the Impala keys, his duffle bag, and left. After slamming in a cassette tape, he skidded off for the next town over. Surely it would have a bar with whiskey and he was long overdue for a drink.
The End
