IC; pre-intro for Ruby

[bitchester]

[it's rare that Sam lets himself vent off frustrations, and it's doubtful he's doing that as he slips deeper into the wooded area. but there's a gun in his hand all the same, a serious expression on his face as he watches a few mindless zombies go by (but he doesn't waste his bullets; he knows they're largely harmless by now).

he only stops his steps when he thinks he hears an irregular sound, turning quickly to see where it came from with the gun pointed in that direction. he doesn't say anything, eyes only searching for what caught his attention]

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[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

[she stays in the shadows for a moment, drawing out the silence, before her arms cross and her boots cut through underbrush, and Ruby decides the gun he's got isn't the Colt, by some ridiculous miracle. as per usual, she looks less than thrilled.]

What are you doing out here all alone, Sam? You're gonna hurt yourself.

[bitchester]

... Ruby?

[bitchester]

[but before she responds, he adds:]

Christo!

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

[her eyes immediately roll to black, and by the time they've gone back to green, her expression is twice as sour.]

Sure as hell beats holy water but that's not a very nice way of saying hello.

[bitchester]

I don't know how well it'd work on Lilith.

[he pulls out a bottle, though, to show he had it]

And the last time I saw that body, she was occupying it, not you.

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

And now I'm in it again. Take a look at what you know, Sam, if I were Lilith, you'd already be dead, considering the amount of noise you make.

[she shrugs and glances at the holy water]

Looks like you're still breathing and stinking where you stand, and it looks like I'm still right.

[bitchester]

She can't kill me, Ruby, I'm immune. But what that tells me is ... you don't know. You're from the past.

[bows his head a little]

You haven't been here long, have you?

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

What and suddenly you're Marty McFly?

[squints at him and pointedly does not answer his question]

Or the Incredible Hulk.

[bitchester]

This place ... does things. Doesn't let time pass. Sometimes pulls people from different time points. I mean, uh—

[a pause, a bit of strained laughter]

Indiana Jones is here. The Indiana Jones, not just Harrison Ford getting a little too into method acting.

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

There's a battalion of sexually repressed housewives who'd cut you up into little pieces for saying that. But hey, that's peachy. Considering I wa -

[she 'hmphs,' pinches her lips together, raises her eyebrows, and takes a step closer]

You've got my knife, in that case. I'd like it back, please.

[bitchester]

Unless Dean's been hiding it all this time, I don't have it. We lost it.

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

You lost it?

[bitchester]

Yeah. You weren't too happy then, either.

Alastair ring a bell?

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

[she pauses and gives him a dark look]

Everyone in the Pit knows who Alastair is. Why do you?

[bitchester]

Dean went to Hell, Ruby. How else would we know? He got pulled out—by an angel—and, um, well, one time we ran into him. I tried stabbing him, but it didn't do anything.

[pauses]

He used it to torture you. And last I checked, he had it, but he's dead now.

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

[Ruby doesn't say anything for a long time - a long time - and generally just looks at Sam as if he's grown another head while managing to look both pissed and slightly terrified]

Great, now I'm going to have to talk to Dean. My favorite. What are angels doing pulling Dean Win - no, backup, what am I doing getting tortured with my own knife?

[bitchester]

To stop the Apocalypse.

[a pause]

You gave yourself up. To help us. You've ... done a lot for me, actually. I was wrong to not trust you.

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

[it's a long time before she answers, but she looks somewhat pleased]

I'm gonna need you to write that one down.

[bitchester]

I forgot my pen and paper.

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

You know if we had my knife I could just carve it into your forehead.

[bitchester]

It's not like we meant to lose it, Ruby.

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

It's not like you meant to lose the Colt either.

[bitchester]

Yeah—yeah, you're right.

The one who stole it is here. Bela. Apparently, she didn't make it to Hell.

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

[she turns and starts walking, and she likes to pretend she knows where she's going]

In that case, it's my civic duty to make sure she experiences the closest thing while we're all having a reunion.

[bitchester]

No, Ruby. She's leaving us alone, we leave her alone. And after she leaves here? She hits the pit, where she's supposed to be. She can enjoy her run of luck, but eventually? It's gonna run out. Just like it should.

[is also following her]

And there's no way you know where you're going, unless you've got a nose for manipulative thieves.