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]

Comments

[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.

[bitchester]

I didn't expect that to go any better.

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

But you still did it. Good, ol' Winchester perseverance.

[bitchester]

You stick with me.

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

You are my winning pony.

[bitchester]

After ... after what we discussed, the pony comparison is a little—

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

Consider this the only time a riding joke is going to get made without someone losing their head.

[bitchester]

I'll remember that.

[plainlyheretics.livejournal.com]

Good.

[another pause as she... stares at him]

Where are the diners?

[bitchester]

There aren't any, but the—uh, Mess Hall. You can get fries there. Except on Tuesdays.