The Royalty of Pain
Rated: T
Summary: Just a little bit of fluff between Ruby and Sam.
"What are we doing here?" Ruby eyed Sam, her hands already curling around a pair of hidden daggers hidden beneath her jacket.
The Winchester boy remained silent. He fiddled around with an ancient looking relic she'd never seen before. Silver lined with a strange blood red ruby at the bottom, the scepter looked like it belonged in the royal family.
"What is that thing?" She wanted to reach out and hold the body of it but the second her fingertips touched, electricity shot from her hand up to her body, repelling her back. The smell of flesh burning poured into her mouth and nose. "Damn it." She seethed.
What the hell was it made of?
"It's a blessed relic by an old priest who lived in the fifteenth century." Sam slid his attention to her and her now wounded hand. "It's used to repel-"
"Demons. Yeah, I figured." Ruby gasped out in pain when Sam took a hold of her hand and started to bandage it up.
"Sorry. I guess I should have warned you." He apologized.
Ruby pulled her hand free of his the second he finished and curled it against her side like the pain was irrelevant.
Instead of acknowledging the apology, she nodded towards the scepter. "So why are you lugging it around?"
Sam let his shoulders slump. He truly hated when she tried to remain cold and detached. "Supposedly, this has enough juice when used on certain nights to knock out a high level demon and or supernatural creature."
An eyebrow rose. "Even on ghosts?"
Sam nodded. "So we plan on using this baby on Yellow Eyes."
Ruby snorted. "Why do you always call him that?"
"It's funnier."
She gave a short nod, "Alright then. Let's get to work." While Sam went to work, busying himself with calculating all the signs of when Alastar would appear, Ruby slowly rubbed her now completely healed hand, keeping the bandages on just for a moment more.