A/N- Hello everyone! So this is the start of my third story here on fanfiction. I have to start off by saying I am the writer, yes. However, there are two voices behind this particular story. I have davros fan to thank for the majority of this storyline! We will be collaborating together through the duration of the story so I just want to make it very clear that I can only take credit for the writing and some of the ideas. As requested I am attempting to write it in third person. The story picks up right after Sam takes Michael and Lucifer back to hell, sacrificing himself as well. All will be clarified in future chapters you just gotta keep reading. We hope you enjoy the story as much as we enjoyed composing it! I will try to have the next chapter up a.s.a.p.
Ruby's POV
Her world was dark. A burning sensation ripped through what felt like her center, spreading through her like wildfire, stretching her reality to infinity. She had no concept of shape or color just an ink black world in which she was burning. The fire ripped through her more intense than before. She couldn't remember anything before the blackness and flame but she wished she was anywhere but wherever she was. She had no breath, no heartbeat, no figure or form of any kind. She felt everywhere and nowhere at the same time. She could think and feel pain but had no lungs or larynx with which to scream.
Suddenly, she felt as if her reality is spinning, being sucked through a straw. This has never happened before and she's terrified. What is coming now? She is sucked through, gathered into a very small confine for what felt like days. If she could breathe she would be hyperventilating with claustrophobia. Then she was spewed out causing an awful pain, like being splintered apart at a molecular level and reassembled within seconds and suddenly she had form again as she fell to...a floor? She screamed and writhed in agony for a few minutes as it felt like her entire being was rebelling against her. When the pain faded she slowly realized the solidity of the ground beneath her. She almost didn't want to move, afraid this might be a cruel trick but when she moved what she thought is her arm a spark of hope flared through her. She moved her legs and then her head, feeling the ground beneath her and dared to open her eyes. There was a sheet over her face and as she sat up she realized she was naked, but she's not in the body she's used to. She lifted the sheet and saw a flaccid penis a little above the juncture of her thighs. What the hell's happened? The last thing she remembered was the intense feeling of pride as Sam killed Lilith...then it was all blank. But she sure as hell knew this was not a body she would willingly choose to inhabit. The man's belly was round and his body was not the slightest bit in shape. She curled her lip at the vessel she was in. So not her style!
She finally started looking around and realized she could hear people clomping around outside the door that is closed to the rather utilitarian room she was sitting naked in. That sounded like a lot of people. There were little yellow cards with numbers on them sitting all around the room and the smell of over two dozen people pervaded her nostrils. She stood up realizing she was at a crime scene and had a small window of time to get out of there before someone came in and realized the corpse had gotten up and was walking around. People were always so dramatic. She could see the headlines screaming about the zombie apocalypse and rolled her eyes. She needed to get out of there.
…...Three miles from the crime scene...
She stumbled down the street wrapped in the sheet she'd woken up under, finally stumbling across something she can use. She tore the newspaper out of the plastic bag it was in and searched for the date. Shock zinged through her. A year and change? How had she missed over a year? What had happened? She tried to think back to what had happened and had to hold her head as a splitting pain tore through her skull. She fought through the pain as she fell to her knees trying to remember. A montage of images, vague at first than exploding in high definition color, assaulted her mind. Her and Sam talking. Lilith falling onto her side, dead. Sam turning to her. The reveal of what she'd done. Sam trying to exorcise her and failing. Then everything slowed down. She had felt movement behind her, knew it was Dean and turned to confront him only to feel Sam grab hold of her from behind, linking his arms through hers and pulling her back to his front. Dean plunged the demon knife into her stomach, twisting it with a devilish sneer, his eyes cold.
She snapped out of the memories with a sharp inhale that sounded like a scream. A few tears slipped down her cheeks. Sam had betrayed her. She laughed in bitter indignation at that thought. She had betrayed him as well...a plant from the start. The sweetness of his lips played across her memories, so strong she lifted her hand to her lips, almost feeling him against her. She longed to feel him again, to touch him, smell him, taste him, hear his voice laden with pleasure calling out her name. She looked down at the body she was inhabiting and sneers...but first, she needed a sexier meat suit to bring to him. She looked down at the newspaper and a familiarly vindictive smile played across her lips. Iowa, huh? She knew just who her donor was going to be.
…...six hours and 98 miles later...
She stood in the shadows under a tree in the front yard of Dr. Cara Roberts. She remembered exactly how this bitch had stolen away Sam's attention. Sam and Dean had been hunting a siren around this area, Sam secretly looking for demon omens. She remembered the little promises he had always made to her. Promising to call, to keep in touch, to meet her at secret rendezvous. She also remembered how easily he had discarded all those promises the night he had fucked in her office, polluted with alcohol, both desperately seeking companionship. Oh how he'd loved that woman's body. How he'd held her, his tan, brawny muscles sinuously moving against hers, covered in a sheen of sweat. The way he'd kissed her. She shivered at the memory. She'd wanted to run inside the office and tear that beautiful, enticing form to shreds in front of him while he was still inside her screaming for her to stop. She hadn't though. She'd stood in the hallway watching through the blinds they had fucked up. She hadn't wanted to tip Sam off to the fact that she pretty much knew every move he had made the entirety of the time she'd been playing him. She flinched at that thought but couldn't deny that had been what she was doing. She had left the bitch alive to keep up certain pretenses. A smirk spread across her face. Sam had clearly been attracted to this woman...now she was going to take the bitch over.
She walked up to the door and knocked, putting on an injured facade, which wasn't really all that hard in the condition she'd gotten this body in. She knocked a little more urgently and a few seconds later the brunette beauty opened the door, shock cascading over her face.
"Excuse me, ma'am...I...think I may need some...assistance." She said. Cara's eyes lit up with concern and she opened her door wide, gently gesturing Ruby through the door, closing it behind her and floundering around to ease and make her comfortable. She flurried into the kitchen making promises to return with something for her to eat and drink, medical supplies and some towels and blankets. She smiled and shook her head. It was just too easy. Damned good Samaritans! There was never any challenge. Cara swept back into the room, a whirlwind of good intentions, smiles and doctoral inquiries. She ate the food Cara offered her feeling it only right to give the corpse she inhabited one last meal, watching Cara's beautiful body move about the room.
"Do you know what happened to you?" Cara asked, her eyes almond shaped pools of burnt honey reflecting so much curiosity and concern it was almost endearing. She begrudgingly admitted to herself why Sam would be attracted to the woman before her. Ruby shook her head.
"I can't remember anything...I just woke up like this." She gestured at the body she was inhabiting, only half lying. Cara's full pink, almost red lips pulled into a reassuring smile. The cupid's bow of Cara's lips speared Ruby with envy as she remembered Sam lavishing affection on them. It was getting increasingly difficult for her to continue conversing with the sickeningly sweet wretch.
"You may be suffering from some sort of head trauma that could be causing memory loss. I think we should get you to the hospital to get checked out." Ruby nodded, having no intention of going, and Cara mimicked the movement then continued. "Will you let me take you to the hospital?" Ruby stared at her for a minute. Wondering how someone so pure in spirit could also be wrapped in such an ironically sinful package...some people just had it all. Cara came closer, little worry lines creasing her face. "Sir? Are you okay?" Ruby smiled as Cara leaned down to check her over with those lovely eyes.
"Yes. I am fine." Her hands shot out, clasping both sides of Cara's head, pulling her to her knees in front of Ruby, an evil smile played over her face. Cara made a small squeak of fear and her eyes were wide as saucers as she stared into Ruby's face. She cocked her head to the side almost pitying the woman. "It has to be you. Sam liked you enough to fuck you." She ran her hand along the side of Cara's face appreciatively and smiled bitterly. "I can see the temptation" Cara began to struggle and protest making Ruby wrap her legs around the woman's waist to hold her captive. Ruby shrugs. "Besides, if I know Sam..." she rolls her eyes up to look at the ceiling and smiles sardonically, "Which, of course, I do. I know he will want me to have my very own body, empty of all inhabitants other than myself." Cara screamed and began hitting her wildly and bucking against Ruby making her laugh.
"I don't understand!" Cara cried as Ruby grasped her wrists in a firm hold. "Sam-" Hearing Cara say her hunter's name cut off Ruby's laughter so abruptly it was as if it never existed. She snapped her hands out, placing one on either side of Cara's face pulling her in closer to look into her eyes, feeling rage flare through her.
"I'm sure you couldn't have known what he didn't tell you, but you should have picked another hunter to fuck..." Ruby spoke the next as a breath of rage against Cara's lips, "That one is mine!" Confusion flickered through Cara's eyes as Ruby leaned back to stare at her more fully with a haunting smile she was sure reflected the woman's death. "Unfortunately for your sake my dear, it is not true that good always prevails." Cara's eyes filled with terror and she began to scream, trying in a last ditch effort to struggle for her life but Ruby quickly snapped her neck, feeling the reverberation of the bones twisting and popping under her hands.
The body went limp between her legs and she pulled the deadweight onto her lap, watching the life fade out of her future meat suit with a smile. Those beautiful eyes thickly laced by long lashes were open wide in fear and, intriguingly enough, determination. She reached up and closed the lids, feeling the ebb and flow of the life she'd ended slow down then cease. The glow was fading out of the skin, the body boneless, contouring to her lap and as much as could fit on the armchair, allowing gravity to pull the rest in a limp waterfall toward the ground. She stroked her hand through the long, thick, lushly dark curls marveling at how soft the tresses running through her fingers were. Oh yes...this meat suit was perfect!
She didn't know what or who'd brought her back from the dead, nor did she know why but her next priority was to track Sam down. The thought brought an expectant and hopeful smile to her lips.
A/N- What did you think of mine and davros's first collaborative chapter?