Title: the Judas lullaby
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: slight AU
Pairings: Sam/Ruby
Rating: R
Point of view: third
Wordcount: 230
Prompt: Ruby, "I can't promise to obey you. I can't swear I won't betray you,
Or that when the morning comes I won't take flight."
She turns, keeping her eyes on Dean even as she listens to Sam. Hell has changed him, her one true competitor—he's darker, leaner, far more dangerous than before Alistair sank in with fang and claw.
He doesn't trust her, which is fine since she only trusts him with Sam's safety. Even that, though, he refuses to give her.
He'll kill her the first chance he gets, with or without Sam's blessing. And while Sam has needed her, these past few months, those days are gone with Dean's return.
Damn him. He couldn't have stayed below just a few days(monthsyearseons) longer? Everything would have been finalized then. Sam would be hers, body and soul, bound to do her bidding, sworn to her plan. He would unleash the Star of Morning, clothe her king in his flawless form, and finally all would be well.
But instead Dean is back, Dean watchful and wary, Dean dangerous in ways she hasn't seen since last she lay beneath Alistair.
She will have to be wary in turn, keep an eye on him at all times, be ready to flee at half a moment's notice. Nothing can get in the way of releasing the LightBringer.
She wishes killing him were allowed, but Sam would never forgive her. Even still, sometimes she pictures how Dean would look, gutted and torn open, eyes staring at the sky.