Rule one of hunting with Dean Winchester.
Driver chooses music. Shotgun shuts his cakehole.
Rule two of hunting with Dean Winchester.
There will always be enough time for pie.
Rule three.
Demons lie.
They'll lie and lie and lie, and when they're done, they'll lie some more, just for kicks.
Don't trust demons, because demons lie.
Ruby was a demon.
Dean was…gone. (Sam can't bring himself to even think the word 'dead', because that means admitting that his big brother is really never coming back.)
Dean was gone, and Sam had fallen apart- broken into razor sharp shards of pain and guilt- and Ruby was a demon, but she'd been there to pick up the pieces.
She was snarky and harsh and refused to sugarcoat the truth just for Sam. But when he hit rock bottom- missing Dean, missing Dad, missing Jess, everything, drowning in the guilt and sadness and anger- she was there for him, with a gentle smile, and a blade against her arm, and, somehow, that helped dull the pain, even as he sucked down blood from Ruby's pretty meatsuit.
Rule three.
Demons lie.
Maybe Ruby was lying. She was lying, and using him, and some part of Sam resented that, and before he knew it, he had her pressed against the wall, and he wasn't sure who he was angry at anymore- her, or him, or Dean, for being…gone. (Dead- a malicious little voice whispers in the back of his skull. Dead dead dead.)
The first time they kissed, it wasn't sweet or loving or anything that a first kiss should be.
It was anger and rage and teeth clashing against teeth, and it left them both breathless, and, when Sam pulled away, he had blood on his lips and he wasn't quite sure whose it was.
And Ruby smirked at him, and there was a little nagging echo in his head, and it sounded suspiciously like Dean.
Demons lie. Rule three.
But Dean was dead, and- dead, dead, dead.
And Ruby was there, and…and…
Demons lie.
Sam kissed her again, even though it felt so wrong, just to make the voices shut up.
