Hi there! Okay so I've tried writing fanfiction thousands of times, but could never finish anything. So, while I was trying to write a story, I realized this part of it stands as a good oneshot by itself! This is slightly AU, since it was originally apart of this story im currently struggling with; this is also my first published story and im really, really nervous, so leave some nice reviews, and constructive criticism please, but nothing to harsh, thanks.
Disclaimer: Supernatural, Sam, and Ruby belong to Eric Kripke, and the CW. No profit is being made.
She had been hiding, ever since Sam had popped Lucifer out of the cage, she had been hiding. After she had turned around, smirking at Dean, saying, "You're too late." She watched as he growled at her,
"I don't care," she started panicking, then saw him pull out her knife, her legs started moving when she felt arms wrap around her, at first she thought Sam was going to save her again, but gasped as she realized she wasn't going anywhere, ever again. Sucking in her last breath she felt her own knife cut into her stomach, twisting and turning.
She had thought of only a few things in that last moment. Her first thought was how grateful Lucifer would have been to her. He would have thanked her greatly, and asked her to stand with him as he fought and concord with his vessel, Sam. Ruby sighed; her second thought was about Sam, the young boy with the demon blood, the confused psychic, the boy king, now Lucifer's vessel. When Ruby first met Sam she thought Azazel must have done something wrong, was this nice happy kid really destined to be her god's meat suit? This tall gangly boy who whined about killing demons, talked back, and always argues? This was him? But as Ruby spent time with him, while dean was smoking in hell, she started to think her first impression of the guy was wrong. And it was. You just have to draw the right lines and Sam will follow them, she just needed one casualty, that being Dean. The look Sam had in his eyes while Dean was gone, it made Ruby shiver. When he wasn't drunk or sleeping with her, just the raw anger and hatred in his eyes, then, Ruby had saw her true leader, her true god in those eyes.
She would watch him closely when he did his first exorcisms, the worry, fear, determination and the overwhelming curiosity. She could see how he wondered, thinking what he could do, she could see the want for power, see it every time he drank her blood, the way his eyes darkened, the way he sparked and almost shined with adrenaline. She saw the addiction in him the second his tongue danced across her slit arm. She felt bad that demon blood was addicting, that it made him weaker when he didn't drink it, that it hurt him, but the addiction worked in her favor, it meant he would keep wanting more. Keep coming back to her. Soon after he tasted her blood for the first time she started to notice something, she was starting to care for him. This wasn't a part of her plan, maybe she pretends she was falling for him, to gain more leverage, but she didn't expect to actually do so. It was to the point where she was worrying about him too much, she would think about him during the days they were apart, like some stupid high school tramp love story, yuck. But she was concern. She tried to make herself think it was because if he got hurt, her plans would be wasted. But even though she was a very good liar, she couldn't lie to herself about this. She couldn't. So when the 66 seel came, and she was brutally stabbed by Sam's brother Dean, and felt Sam's arms trap her, helping him, she heard a small crack, and wondered if demons still had hearts.
