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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[bitchester]

The drive, but I won't do what's needed. Don't go there.

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

It's a little hard to go anywhere in case you forgot.

[bitchester]

Funny.

[a beat]

The blood, Ruby.

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

[another beat]

Gonna need a bit more.

[bitchester]

That wasn't your plan?

Back ... there, you gave me some of your blood. To beef me up a bit. It was only once, but it made me more powerful. You've—uh, you've been trying to get me to do it again.

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

[this is the most awkward silence known to man]

Do I look like a fountain to you?

[bitchester]

[equally awkward silence]

No.

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

That's what I thought.

[a step back in his direction, quieter now]

Does Dean know? You're still in one piece and you didn't mention me being dead on top of the torture thing, so I'm guessing no.

[bitchester]

No—no, he doesn't know. And he's not gonna know, because I stopped. Dean ... he couldn't even handle knowing that I was using my powers, if he knew I tried that ...

[shake of his head]

It, um. He won't find out. The Devil's here ... or was here, I don't know, but she knew, and so does this angel, Gabriel. The one from our world, Castiel, can't tell.

He can't find out.

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

[her eyes actually widen a bit at the mention of Gabriel]

Wow, I'm glad you've made this transition easy. Hex bags better work here. I don't really feel like turning into a giant, angelic smear.

[bitchester]

That's if they bother you. They might not. It won't make a difference, anyway. You die, you come back, good as new.

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

That completely negates the point of dying in the first place.

[bitchester]

Exactly. Which is why what was originally a hunt for me and Dean—only I left, and I don't remember that now—is just us being stuck here.

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

And you dragged me down with you. Why is that not surprising?

[bitchester]

I didn't make you follow me.

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

You practically scream 'I need adult supervision.'

[bitchester]

Well, you've given me some supervision in some ways.

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

Aww, Sam.

[she comes closer to... punch him in the shoulder]

You wanna vague it up a little more for me or should I just go get a palm reader?

[bitchester]

When Dean was gone, we were together.

So ... that kind of supervision.

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

[there's a beat, and then she laughs]

Supervision's definitely the right word to be using. I'm sure you need all the help you can get.

[bitchester]

I don't think I needed any help.

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

No hand-holding? Flow charts? I know there was research involved. You might have a little bite, but you're still the same old schmoop underneath it.

[bitchester]

We, um. We didn't really have time for research.

[bitchester]

[there's a pause, before he takes a step toward her, hands placed on both sides of her head, and then he kisses her.

it's proving a point, at any rate]

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

[and her shoving him hard enough to send herself stumbling back a few paces is also proving a point, though it's a little lost in translation as she licks her lips]

Don't hurt yourself.