Bold Lies
Shadows set the mood, innocence left the room, and all I know to do, is shed a tear for you
Davis Ranch, Present day…
The big house is silent; then again it is three in the morning. The kids are sleeping…
Junior hasn't moved from the leather chair since he walked into the library after putting little Max to bed and checking on baby Delilah. The ice in his glass has melted and the bottle of scotch is more than half gone by now yet his vision remains as clear as any sober man. His fingers turn white as his grip tightens on the silver gilt frame and from the picture his Kris is smiling back at him. That young and carefree girl he married six years ago to the date.
"Where are you Kris?"
It's been weeks without a word, no sign, no call, nothing and it's just not like her. She wouldn't leave them, wouldn't leave him or Max or Delilah…
"You wouldn't leave." He's as sure of that as he is the sky will be blue and the sun will rise. Junior has nowhere left to look, no clue of what else to do because the police are taking care of everything, the search parties, the inquiries, the interviews of anyone and everyone who last saw Kris at the derby and after that but so far its as though the earth swallowed her whole.
"Kris…"
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St. John's Hospital, New York …
There's more than one person in the room, lots of tiny beeping sounds and the sterile smell of antiseptic. It's just a little chilly, normal hospital temperatures though the black thread of smoke isn't. The doctor continues writing on his chart, the nurse at his side wishing she was at home, in bed with her husband instead of on a second shift.
"Alright," the doctor turns to the young woman in the hospital bed and sets the chart back in the box labeled 'Doe, Jane'. No one has claimed her, small town as it is he figured someone would know her. Local thugs had been questioned simply because she'd been found without identification or any personal belongings, lying in the alley behind the local pub bleeding from her head. Just another victim of a mugging and no one to come forward… He sighs. "Pull it."
No change in her condition and no family…
The machine begins to beep, each one followed by a longer pause as the young woman dies. It's the next few seconds the doctor can't explain but he's assured of not being crazy since the nurse can attest to the fact the young woman sits up with a gasp of breath.
Ruby looks around, eyes adjusting to the fluorescent lighting before turning to the gaping pair of meat suits.
"Who do I have to kill to get some french fries around here?"
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Boone, North Carolina …
No one should be knocking on his door because it isn't even his door at all but the knock comes again. Sam grabs a shotgun and moves to the warped and chipped paint thing parading as a door. He keeps it out of sight and opens the door and gets a paper shoved at his face from a surly little brunette.
"Proof."
She walks in like she owns the place, the dark eyes scanning the run down digs Sam is using instead of a hotel.
"This body is 100% socially conscious. I recycle." She turns, hand on her hips, head slightly tilted and the rosy lips spread into a smile that starts on one side and finishes on the other. "Al gore would be proud."
"You grabbed a coma patient?"
She rolls her eyes but doesn't miss the appreciative glances he's been passing over her meat suit.
"You didn't want me to take a body with someone in it, and I made sure that the spirit was gone. Apartment was empty. You happy?"
That's not entirely the whole truth but minor trivialities like dead, half dead, not dead- Ruby doesn't really give a fuck and as long as Sam likes what he's seeing…
Looks like brunettes are starting to become Sam's type-
"Why are you here?"
And so it starts.
"I can't bring Dean back. But I can get you something else that you want."
She sets the lure and now all Sam has to do is bite. Ruby's confident, there are plenty of ways to get Sammy on her side and hasn't he been guided by one demon or another all his life?
'Piece of cake.'
"And, uh… what's that?"
She lied to him already and Dean's dead. He made a promise to his brother, to leave it alone… Sam just can't. He needs to get Dean out of hell, like that's gonna get rid of his guilt because who else is at fault here? Not John- no, John is dead and gone too so that leaves little Sammy to bear the loss of his entire family and for what? Because demons want him…
"Lilith."
There's a long pause, each one assessing the other and Ruby can see when Sam starts to reach for her bait.
"You want me to use my psychic whatever."
He doesn't sound too happy, doesn't seem like he's gonna bite and Ruby has that little nagging worry that Sam's just not corrupted enough for what's to come and its her job to get him there. She wishes the demons before her had done a better job.
"Look," Ruby figures she's got some fast talking to do and draws a breath. "I know that it spooks you -."
"Skip the speech. I'm ready. Let's go."
That's not exactly what Ruby was expecting to come out of his mouth- not that she isn't happy Sam's agreeing but she can't let him go jumping in head first. There's a plan and a whole lotta steps between the now and the end and that last seal…
"Slow down there, cowboy."
She's placating, pulling back even though this is what she wants but first she needs little Sam begging at her feet, believing he's the only one in the world able to kill Lilith and aint that the truth? She's a demon and she's telling the truth.
'Wonders never cease.'
Though she'll be glad when the truth saying is done with.
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