"Are you sure the hospital won't find out…uh, Ruby?" Sam fearfully eyed the receptionist at the front desk and then eyed the pissed brunette beside him.
"I'm sure they will eventually, Sam." She whispered in exasperation. Sam didn't mean to make her cross with him, but lying was something he was uncomfortable with, and this was a very big lie. The biggest lie he ever told in his whole life. His dad had done it before with him and Dean. Like the time Dean had to have his tonsils out or when Sam had appendicitis. John whipped out his fake ID accompanied with fake medical insurance when the occasion called for it. "But we will be gone by the time they do."
"Dean, too." Sam's voice raised several octaves and Ruby almost blew a gasket. She counted to ten and turned towards the man she adored in her own way.
"Yes." She gritted through her teeth because heaven forbid if that chauvinistic pain in the ass got left behind. It certainly would make things easier for her. Ruby sighed and mentally shook her head to zap that thought away. The fantasy was nice, but the reality was not. It was the reason and the only damned reason why she hadn't taken care of Dean a long time ago. When he's away, Sam is unable to function. She needed him functioning. It's like they were one person or like some sort of package deal. If you buy a Sam you get a free Dean and vice versa. It's impossible to buy the items separately. They are like shampoo and conditioner. Peanut butter and jelly. Pancakes and syrup. Cheeseburgers and French fries.
Mmmm! Sam would be the fries.
Ruby turned to face Sam who stared at her with obvious panic etched on his ridiculously gorgeous face. She wanted to eat French fries off that face…again. She did a couple of days ago when Sam tracked her down to her current hotel room.
Ruby had just finished showering off her hunt and was wrapped in the fluffy soft robe the five star hotel provided. She was perched on the king size bed comfortably eating her room service fries and watching Buffy on the television when she heard a banging on the door.
"Go away!" She yelled without taking her eyes of the screen. Buffy was so awesome! She preferred Faith, though. She was more badass.
"It's me." She heard Sam say through the door. Ruby unwillingly tore her eyes from the screen and onto the door. She popped another fry into her mouth thoughtfully. Hmm.
With a sigh, she got up from her comfy position and padded to the door. When she opened it, she was met with a very mad puppy. She snorted at him. What the hell did he have to be pissed about? He just got his brother back not too long ago. Five hundred topside years ago, she would have loved nothing more than to have that.
"Where have you been, Ruby?" He glowered and shouldered his way past her. She closed the door and watched him sit on the edge of the bed, hunching his shoulder so his elbow rested on the top of his thighs. "I need it, Ruby. Like you said, it's the best way I can defeat Lilith."
"It's only been a week, Sam." Ruby countered and folded her arms. "And I've been busy." She tapped her foot impatiently. "And I told you to not become too dependent on my blood. I offer it to assist you, Sam, not support you!"
Snarl!
"I can't do anything without it!" Sam exclaimed, throwing up his hands in defeat.
"That's because you choose not to." Ruby shot back, arms still folded and foot still tapping with impatience. "Once you feel a slight tickle in that thick oversized skull of yours, you come crying to me begging me to be your damned aspirin! Grow up, Samuel!"
"Don't call me that. And I've come to you before when I haven't needed to…" Sam hesitated over his words. He was well aware of what he was doing but saying out loud was something else entirely.
"Yeah!" Ruby scoffed and unfolded her arms to throw them up with wide spread fingers to get her point across. "To screw me."
Sam lowered his chin and drifted his gaze to nowhere in particular and whispered petulantly, "I have needs."
"Shut up!" Ruby snapped and stomped towards the nightstand. Yanking open the drawer noisily, she pulled out a little knife. Violently pulling up the plush and very stainable material of her sleeve, she then shoved the blade towards Sam. He eyed it with disinterest. Ruby's barefoot began to tap once again.
"Well!" She hissed. "Aren't you going to cut me?"
Sam glowered and lowered his gaze to the floor at his gigantic scuffed boots. Ruby watched him stoop his chin down, shame seeping up to flush his cheeks. He shook his head from left to right to answer her question. With a heavy scoff of disgust, she threw the knife back into the drawer.
"Go away, Sam." Ruby demanded in harsh annoyance with her back towards him. She heard the bed shift and a sigh from Sam. Slightly, she turned her head towards him to watch him stalk towards the door with slumped shoulders of defeat. When his hand touched the door knob, he paused and then whirled around with fury.
"You know what, Ruby?" Sam exclaimed. "You are a demon!"
Snort! "Oh really, Sam? How'dya figure?" Ruby quirked her brows and sneered.
"That's not what I meant!" Sam took a deep breath. "You are a demon! A monster. And I will not…" He flared his nostrils. "I will NOT feel guilty by offending you or being a bastard to you. The truth is, Ruby, that you probably deserve a lot worse. Fine, you're helping me with trying to defeat Lilith. And when I do, this," He waved a flat palm in the air between him and Ruby "whatever this is. Is over. You can be… or wear who ever you want, but I won't be with you, okay? I mean," Sam chuckled and shook his head. "I don't mean to sound shallow, but the only reason why I tolerate you is because of Coma Girl's appearance. And well…you are not a real girl. You know that, right?"
When Sam had finished his speech, he spared a glance at his audience.
With all her damned might, Ruby tried to ease the pink splotches away from her face. She did NOT want Sam to know that he affected her in anyway.
Hell, she wasn't sad. Oh no! She was almost positive that she couldn't feel sadness. The barely there pinpricks stinging her eyes would be ignored.
She was pissed, however.
And slightly proud.
But mostly pissed!
How dare that self-righteous, arrogant, piece of ass speak to her that way? Like he had any right! Like he was soooo much better than she?
Pfft! In his and his brother's dreams.
At least Ruby knew what she was. DAMNED. And soon, Sam would be, too.
Sometimes Ruby felt pangs of regret plague her mind. Too often than she liked. Those pangs would come at the times when Sam was just being himself. Like when he laughed at something he thought was funny. Given, it was a rare thing to here by her ears but occasionally did happen. Or how cute he looked when he was engrossed in a book, his hands and nose glued to the pages like some college geek. A characteristic he'd yet to leave behind from school and one that she secretly adored.
But most of the time, she had no regrets. No freakin' pangs of self-loathing due to her actions because of moment like these. Sam didn't treat her very good. Thus, she knew they were hardly of 'item friendly' status. But he damned well should respect her! She's killed for him, bled for him whether it be for his power or for his trust. But most importantly, she spread her legs for him.
Before Sam could think to prepare himself, a terry clothed demonic force pushed him backwards into the door. Painfully, the door knob stabbed into his lower back. Shocked from the force and throb, he stood stumped as Ruby gripped his lapels and used her demon strength to hurl him onto the bed. He land with a small 'pfff.' Quickly and viscously, she climbed over him, kneeling on top of him. His eyes popped open and then squeezed shut in pain and discomfort. Her knees were pushing painfully into his stomach right below his ribcage while she was curled over making sure she left bruises. Her hands wrapped around his neck tightly but not too threateningly. She didn't want to damage the merchandise…too much. Just to hold him in place. Sam tried to buck her off, but she was resilient and furious. Her eyes blackened and she was breathing harshly through her nose.
"I am a real girl!" Ruby hissed through clenched teeth with a shaky voice. So incredibly furious that quakes travelled throughout her body. "I may not be human, but I am a real girl! I like hair products. My favorite brand is Garnier Fructis. This girl's hair does crazy things and that crap is the only crap that will tame it. I like make up and taking care of my skin with expensive cleansers and moisturizers, so I don't break out. Did you know that I can get pimples? It's awful! And I like shopping! And I'm not talking just about ammo, doofus! I like a good pair of jeans and not just a regular pair for hunting. I like a nice snug pair of skinny jeans. Oh! And did you ever once notice that my toe nails are always painted? There painted right now!" Ruby tilted her head to the side gesturing towards her toes and then bent down so her lips were centimeters from Sam's. He wasn't struggling that much anymore, but his eyes filled with fear and his puffs of breaths were shallow on Ruby's lips due to her grip on his neck. She eased the tense muscles in her face and widened her eyes and gave them a twinkle of mischief and matched it with a smirk. She then exhaled the rest of the air she had been holding in her lungs onto Sam's face and whispered, "They're pink."
Sam would have swallowed if Ruby's hands were not wrapped around his air way. He relaxed his body thinking that the she-demon on top of him had finished her rant and was going to get off of him. Or you know… at least allow him get on top of her. He was oooh so wrong. Seconds after Ruby's lips finished the 'K' from the pink, her face scrunched up again in dismay and screamed, "Did you know that that's my favorite color? You didn't even ask, you pompous a-hole! You'll sleep with me but never ask anything about me. I like flowers, too! And don't for a second think that I like pink roses or pink carnations or some generic crap like that! I like yellow roses! And in reference to Ben and Jerry comment, I do in fact love their ice cream. My favorite is Half Baked! I also like boys and only boys! And oh! And here is the BIGGEST OH of them all, Samuel John Winchester! I get horrible and very unwelcome visits from my Aunt Flow every month whether I like it or not! So let me ask you something, you horrible excuse for a boyfriend slash sex partner slash boy king. Am I a girl or not?"
Ruby released her grip from Sam's neck. He was about to answer her question but stopped when her fist flew to the French fry filled plate beside them, picked up a handful of fries, dropped the warm slivers of potato on his face. His mouth flew open, ready to exclaim in protest but halted when he felt a hot wet mouth licking and eating up where the fries had landed and in some places they hadn't.
Of course, she had exaggerated most of her rant. But who really cared? She was still a girl, right? Ruby mentally shrugged. Who cared?
Sam could be so whiney! When Ruby had first introduced herself to him back when she'd been blonde and bitchier, she couldn't believe how awful this boy was. Temper tantrums and hissy fits and sissy arguments and GUH! She wanted to yank down his trousers to make sure she wasn't dealing with freakin' Samantha Mary Winchester, Girl Queen Extraordinaire!
Sigh!
At least she found a way to silence him for a little while. Seducing Sam had been for countless of reasons. The number one reason had been to shut him up and temporarily neutralize his emo-ness. The second reason had been to ensure her safety with him in the future and attain his trust. The third reason, which is funny because the third reason used to be the first, was because he was a hot piece of masculinity. The fourth and fifth reasons may not matter anymore because of the horrific scene Ruby was currently witnessing.
