Every Time You Turn Around by: Daughtry
Ruby was watching Sam again. Her emotions twisted and tangled in her gut as if her meat-suit's intestines were trying to turn into a snake and eat its tail. An ouroboros of emotions both impure and the closest she would ever get to saintly.
You shouldn't be here, she hissed at herself. But she didn't leave. She just stood there, in the shadows, hidden from all but the sharpest of eyes. Stood there and watched Sam Winchester.
He wasn't doing anything interesting. Just researching. But it wasn't what he was doing that fascinated Ruby. It was the way he just was. The strange, intense earnestness of Sam Winchester. She could feel it pollute her, taint her wickedness with just the barest hint of light.
Repulsive.
Disgusting.
Horrible.
Beastly.
That was what she was.
And she reveled in it.
That was what he should become.
What he would become.
But not just yet.
Ruby had a job to do and she would do it, better than anyone else in Heaven or Hell, she would free her father from his Cage. She would be the greatest, the cleverest, the very worst of the demons.
All would be hers in the New World.
But not just yet.
Right now she was watching as Sam Winchester smiled at something his brother said. Her mind, hundreds of years old, struggled to capture just what it was that made his eyes glitter like that as he threw back his head and laughed. She wanted to photograph this moment.
It was precious.
She couldn't wait to poison it.
But for now, she would let it remain precious.
For now.