"Hey, you weren't kidding, it's just been over an hour. So, hunt went well?" Dean started as soon as he opened the door.
"Yeah, there were about 50, guns worked but one of them got my back, and bad." He said as he walked in. "The girls safe?"
"Yeah, they're across the hall, can't you hear them giggling? It's been twenty minutes, I was gonna check and see if they're still breathing," Dean joked, pausing at Sam mentioning he was hurt. "You need me to look at it? Bad like thrown around bad or medical attention bad?"
"I'm fine, there was a bruise almost immediately so uh, my girlfriend didn't even touch it. It still hurts but I'll live." He said as he looked at him. "How'd last night go for you?"
"Didn't do much, actually. Found an amazing burger joint when we got here, checked the pool out and then kinda tried to keep an eye on the girls, y'know in a non creepy way. Glad everything's taken care of. What'd you wanna talk about?" He wondered, walking over to where several menus where sprawled on the windowsill, hanging one to Sam. "That's the place, Emilee's - maybe would could go tonight after they leave? I can give em money for a coach bus back home..."
"Yeah, sure. And it's about my girlfriend, there's something I need to tell you.. It's um- I think it's better I tell you this on my own instead of with her.." He trailed off.
"Oh good god please please don't tell me you got drunk and accidently proposed." There's a light snicker to Dean's tone, as if it was coming out of experience.
"No, Dean, I'm not that stupid." He moved a bit as he sat down on the bed, not looking at Dean on purpose. "My girlfriend's.. She's uh.. Not what you think."
"Swear to god, you're sleeping with another werewolf I'll shoot her myself if I have to. They're dangerous, Sam! Are we talking species 'not what you think', or like- not saying you should follow any examples here - situational? Cuz accidental pregnancies are a thing too, remember the Amazon? What is with us and supernatural creatures, the hell?"
"It's.. She's a demon.." He explained. "She's not trying to hurt me or anyone else. She hunts with me, she saves lives. Please just understand that she isn't trying to hurt anyone. I've been making her human again- she's forgetting hell.." He tried to convince her that she wasn't bad, before adding something quietly. "And she may already be pregnant.."
Dean's eyes went wide by the third sentence, the rest sort of glazing over. "She-you wanna run that by me again? Thought you just said she was a demon and she may or may not be pregnant." He didn't move, too afraid he might actually lash out. Sam's demon blood addictions had been bad, and now that he was back with one? Dean could see that trouble a mile away.
"No, you heard me right.." He said quietly, still not looking at Dean. "Just please try to understand," he said as he turned around, "she's not bad! She's not going to hurt anyone, including me." He paused for a minute, running a hand through his hair. "And yes, she may already be pregnant.."
"How long have you been hiding this? I can try to understand all I want, Sam, but- she's a demon! Demon! She's going to use you, and tell you all kinds of things until she gets what she wants! And if she's really- it'll just complicate things! I'm not saying leave her, just... Be a little more upfront with me, alright?" Dean sighed almost angrily, though if Sam was happy with this hellbitch he didn't want to ruin it.
"A couple months.." He said. "And Dean, I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, I just, didn't know how you'd react." He admitted. "And if you were to meet her?" He questioned as he got up, now scared he'd exorcise her or something.
"I'm not gonna kill the bitch if she makes you happy Sam, I'm not that low." Dean replied, immediately seeing the fear flash across his brother's face as he asked. "Just as long she didn't do typical demon shit I guess I'm OK with it. But the minute she manipulates or uses you, and I have proof, she's gonna get a talking to." Dean reasoned, realizing there was no clear way he could really 'handle' this besides just being civil until he had a reason to act otherwise.
He nodded his head. "Thank you, Dean, really." He said as a small smile appeared on his face. "And if you were to meet her to tonight?" He questioned sheepishly.
Dean rolled his eyes, "If she's outside the door right now listening, I swear. But seriously, it's fine. If she's eating for two like you think, all the more reason to hit the burger joint. I'm telling you, best thing I've had in a long time. The garlic and chive parmesan fries are just amazing. I'll be good, I promise. You're the one with the knife, remember?" He laughed, though in complete honesty he could never bring himself to hurt someone that made his brother so happy from what it sounded like.
He took the knife out of his pocket and handed it to Dean.
"Speaking of which, you want this?" He chuckled a bit. "I'm trusting you with this, okay?"
Dean nodded, reaching for it. "Look, I get it, you're worried I'm gonna freak out. But if she makes you happy, then it's OK with me. Uh, hey, your phone's buzzing," he pointed out, taking the knife and setting it down with the rest of his weapons in the duffle.
"Oh, shit. She's back here. I'll be right back." He said as he walked out, walking down to the car.
When Sam walked down, Ruby was perched on the hood, fiddling with a plastic bag that looked pretty full of whatever she had needed to buy.
"Everything OK? You look kinda... Worried, almost." She murmured, hand cupping his cheek as he leaned in to kiss her. He shook his head, kissing her again. A smile appearing on his face softly.
"C'mon, I wanna go back to the room and check- well, atleast start one of these, they take a bit to process." She said when the kiss broke, she sliding off the hood with a grin. "Where's Dean?"
"In his room. I explained that you were a demon and he gave me his word he's not going to hurt you.."
"Y-YOU WHAT?!" it's nearly a screech in surprise, the bag falling out of her hands. "I thought- well, atleast he's OK for now." She calmed, yawning slightly.
"And tonight I think we're going out to dinner with him, I'm not sure." He explained as he picked the bag up. "He's not going to hurt you, he promised. That is as long as you don't do anything fishy in his eyes."
"I won't. I know what'll set him off. Can we- c'mon, I wanna take one of these." She repeated, nearly dragging him back inside impatiently.
He nodded as he followed her inside. "Woah, slow down."
"Why? I-Oh. Kinda need to know the room number..." She realized, blushing.
"Just follow me," he smiled as he led her up to the room.
She was practically tripping into the door as Sam opened it, immediately heading for the bathroom with the bad in hand, but before she shut the door, she grinned, sticking her head out to kiss him.
He kissed her and smiled. "Go take the test."
"Fine, but tell your brother we can't leave for like half an hour then." And then the door shut, a loud giggle still being heard from the other side. It was unbelievable how giddy she was about the entire thing.
"Okay, will do." He smiled after hearing her giggles and sitting down. He felt like he was aching for some demon blood but suppressed the feeling since he'd probably have to do something outdoor
About ten minutes later she walked back out, humming to herself. "Did two at once for the hell of it, sometimes they're off the first read," she mentioned. Seeing him sitting down on the bed, she walked over and straddled his lap.
"You look a like spaced out hun, you okay? We can-you just have to be careful about getting blood on you." She brought up, leaning in and nipping along his jawline.
He nodded his head, finding it hard to fight it. He remembered giving Dean the demon knife out of trust so took out his regular knife, taking her arm and making a cut, drinking from it as his breathing increased.
She sighed, loving how quickly he gave into the suggestions whenever they knew he needed blood. When his head lifted a few minutes later, she tipped his chin up and kissed him softly.
"There, you feel a little better? Might wanna wash your face just in case though," she teased.
"Yeah, but you have to get up first," he smiled as he kissed her again.
She smiled into the kiss, sliding off his lap, "Mhm, fuck hotel beds are cccoommffyy!"
He chuckled softly as he walked into the bathroom, rinsing off his face as there was not actual blood. When he went to go dry his face with a towel he saw that the pregnancy tests were done.
"Hey, babe, you may want to come here?" He questioned a bit loudly.
"Wh-Oh!" she was up in seconds, nearly tripping and skidding into the door. "Where's the box? It'll say which sign is which!"
He opened the door, and as he grabbed the box to give to her and accidentally saw the sign, but said nothing as he gave it to her, acting like he was still in the dark. "What's it say?"
"Well I mean... If it's not coloured that's no obviously, pink background with a line is yes, pink background with two lines- twins? This thing can detect doub-fuck have these come a long way!" She rattled off, shaking slightly in anticipation and excitement.
"Come on just open it," he said a small look of excitement on his face as he still acted like he didn't know. He put his hand on her to make sure she didn't fall over just from excitement alone.
Unsealing the small plastic bag it had been sealed into, she gingerly pulled the test out, hands shaking so bad she was afraid she'd drop it.
"Sam...i-i want you to tell me. You have a part in this too, it's only fair." She murmured, looking directly into his eyes, focusing herself so she wouldn't fall.
He nodded his head, looking at her in the eyes too.
"First I want you to sit down, okay?" He said as he picked her up and propped her up on the bathroom counter. As he looked at the both of them he smiled then looked at her.
"Babe," he said, before putting the test down and taking her hands in his.
"It's positive."