Title: standing in the flames
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 5
Pairings: OMC/Ruby, Ruby/Dean-ish
Rating: R
Point of view: third
Wordcount: 185
Prompt: Dean/Ruby (version 1.0), opportunity
Cliché as it is, she's playing with fire and she knows it. Thing is, though, that even back when she was a pale little whisp of a girl-child, cowering from her husband's meaty fists and dreaming of the words to damn them both, she adored the flames that he lit only on the darkest, coldest nights, when her flesh wasn't enough to keep him warm. She's never feared fire. She's worshipped it and danced with it, leaned into its caress and whispered yes, yes, burn the world down, yes, take me whole.
Dean Winchester hates her. So she leans in close and grins at him, says things just to piss him off, lets him know that she can save him, if she wants, lets him know that Sam's following her lead and coming when she calls.
Dean Winchester hates her, but soon he'll be just like her, because Lilith and Alistair have such plans for him...
Sam is her endgame, her king and her lord, but Dean... if she has them both, she'll have it all, and she's always flourished under fire's touch.