I just finished reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower the other day, and I fell in love with so many quotes. The one that stuck with me, though, is "Charlie, we accept the love we think we deserve." and I wanted to write a fic inspired by it. Instead, I got two. Part one is Sam/Ruby, and part two is Crowley/Bela. Enjoy!
"Ruby…" Sam cried into the phone. "Ruby, I need more." He stopped to swallow the lump quickly forming in his dry throat, while sweat was beading on his skin. He was leaning against the grimy wall of the motel bathroom, his Blackberry on speaker on the floor. One of his hands was pressed against the back of the toilet; the other was brushing his bangs off of his sweat-slicked face. His eyes were bloodshot and dead from all the dry heaving he had endured throughout the night. "Ruby!"
The demon appeared in front of him, her cheap, prepaid flip phone in hand. She snapped it shut and laughed at the pathetic Winchester on the ground. "Sammy, Sammy, Sammy…" She shook her head and kneeled down next to him. He gave a sad, pained smile, and shifted his position on the floor. "You're pathetic. I gave you a week's supply, and you went through it in three days?" She laughed again while she unsheathed the knife in her pocket.
"Maybe I just wanted to see you,"
"Don't go all romantic on me, Sam. You know I don't give a damn. That's what you want, Sam. You love that I make you helpless when I'm gone, then like a hero when I'm here. Sammy, Sammy, Sammy." Her lips curled into a sinister smile, full of lust and hate. "You think you're a monster… So you want one."
"Shut up and give me the blood!" He knew everything she was saying was true— He just didn't want to believe it. She seemed satisfied with his answer, and pressed the blade of the knife to her meatsuit's wrist. With a smirk, she swiftly slashed the blade against her skin, with Sam watching intently like a hungry dog. Deep, nearly black blood bubbled from the wound, and with a smile, Ruby pressed her wounded flesh against his lips, commanding him to drink.
She pulled away quicker than usual, leaving Sam breathless. His head was reverting back to normal, but he wanted more—needed more. "Ruby…" He croaked, but was cut off by one of her discontent sighs.
"Pathetic. Here's a week." She handed him a flask and headed for the door. "Don't call me before then."