Well its probably not proofread as well as it should be but when have i ever had a shining track record for that?
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Ruby sat atop the disheveled bed clutching the silky white sheets to her naked beasts and watching as Sam dressed. Idly she toyed with a rose petal in her lap and was only dimly aware of the fact that she probably had several lodged in her tangled curls. Leaving the petal in her lap alone, she reached up and tried to shake the grossly romantic leafage out of her hair. Two petals fell and she dimly wondered if she had gotten them all but couldn't bring herself to care if she didn't.
Sam pulled his arms through his jacket and then adjusted the article on his tall frame while facing the beautiful woman in the bed. She wasn't looking at him and was instead focused on the petals around her. He moved towards the bed and kneeled on it, moving closer to her. His hand brushed her cheek and she looked up to meet his eyes. He dipped down to brush his lips against hers.
"You going to be okay here?" he asked.
She rolled her eyes but choose not to comment on how stupid the question was. She was a demon who had been around for many years more than he has been. Obviously she could take care of herself and would be just fine sitting in a hotel room. But no matter how stupid the question was it was sweet of Sam to ask. He was worried of her comfort. It was such a Sam gesture, looking out for her comfort as if she was just another human being like him.
"The thought of not having a car is going to drive me crazy," she muttered against his lips, only half serious.
He pulled back and rolled his eyes. "If it bothers you so much I'll muster you up a temporary car. I can drop it off as soon as I can." He moved to the end of the bed and then bent to put on his shoes. Ruby stared at his back as he did so, not willing to voice the disappointment she felt suddenly as he prepared to leave her. She missed her time with him when he had no other people to worry about. It was just him and her and they could afford to spent all day in bed if they wished to (not that they ever did though. Both are too proactive to do that). Now he had to leave her to go deal with his brother who will no doubt cause some sort of fight.
Sam was trying to play both sides of the field. The lines have always been pretty blurred with Sam. He was a hunter with a heart of gold. He also happened to have demon blood in him and a supposed destiny as the "boy-king" of the Underworld. Not to mention he also had a demon as his, well, companion if you want to put it nicely (because to say girlfriend would be outrageous for both of them).
She could see the strain it put on him to try to play the go between in both of these worlds. With her he could relax, but it was only when they were alone. As soon as they stepped out together even within a three block radius of anyone who knew of the veiled supernatural world they instantly became the most hated people. It was hard for them to try and mix their worlds together and sometimes she worried that he would give up on her and she would be the most wanted demon around with no support. But he never backed away from her, no matter the strain and she wondered how someone so good existed.
Sometimes she found herself wishing she could ease the weight on his shoulders. Some things she obviously couldn't do much about, like the fact of his demon blood and his supposed destiny. But when things got quiet, everything was calm, and Sam was near her doing his own thing or even sleeping peacefully she found herself dreaming up solutions to all his troubles. The problem was that all of his problems did not have an easy fix.
Funnily enough, she sometimes thought that Dean was the easiest of his problems. He and Dean had always had a good enough relationship that was almost as if they were freakishly linked. The recent problems they were having stemmed from the relationship between Sam and her. This hate that she and Dean shared for each other was causing problems for their dear Sam. She saw it, she trusted that Sam saw this, and hoped that Dean was smart enough to realize this.
She found herself silently biting her lip and trying not to get in the way of the two brothers. As much as she wished that she could just have Sam all to herself (a recent startling realization), she bit her tongue and allowed him to go to his stupid brother. If she just stepped back and let the boys do their thing then maybe they would fight less and as a result Sam would get hurt less. So she bit her tongue and let Sam try to sort out whatever balance he could get for them, taking what she can get and not complaining about what she wasn't getting, and hope that it helped him even just a little bit. At least she was trying to suck it up. Could Dean say that? Not likely.
Sam stood and then faced her. His eyes were darker than they were moments ago and she could sense his uncertainty. She waited for whatever was sitting on the edge of his tongue but nothing came. Instead he turned and headed for the door. Ruby sat there for a moment of confusion before she tucked the sheets around her naked body loosely and made her way to the door after him. He hesitated in the hallway and again he faced her with the look on his face as if he had something to say. She stood in the doorway, barely covered, and waited patiently.
"I'll try to come back as soon as possible," he muttered lamely at last.
She blinked once before she nodded, finding his behavior odd. She had noticed that something about their relationship had changed. She wasn't sure when or even what but she felt the shift. Their relationship was one of convenience. They had sex because they felt like it and needed physical release, and traveled together because they both had the same goal in mind. When Sam grabbed food he would grab her some because it was rude to eat in front of others without sharing. When he restocked on supplies he bought some for her in order to save time since he was there. They got one room because it was cheaper.
Somehow things had changed between them. It was a gradual transition, changing ever so slowly and slightly that she hadn't noticed until just recently. Somehow it wasn't just about convenience anymore. For some reason that she just couldn't comprehend why, they had started to actually care about one another. Now when they did things that benefited the other it wasn't for the sake of ease but because they actually cared about one another and wanted to make things easier for each other. Ruby was making an effort to stay out of Dean's business and not antagonize him (one of her former pastimes, admittedly) while Sam was making little gestures for her comfort. Things had changed and she wasn't sure if she should be happy or freaked out and that only confused her more.
"Take your time," she muttered.
Sam nodded and then reached out and skimmed his fingers over her bare arm for a moment before hesitating. After a moment he dropped his hand and walked away stiffly. Ruby stepped out into the hallway to watch him head towards the elevator, one hand holding the door open while the other held the sheets bunched at her chest. He waited at the elevator door for only a moment as the door opened with a ding and the groan of rolling metal.
Sam hesitated for a moment as two men walked off of the platform, stepping around him. Sam entered and then was soon disappearing behind the closing doors. Ruby stood for a long moment, lost and confused, as she stared at the elevator.
"Hey, man, look," a voice said and Ruby finally looked away from the elevator to see the two men. They were standing next to the door of the room next to hers, the key dangling in their hands. Their eyes raked down her exposed form but she kept her expression carefully blank. One of the males looked away, blushing slightly and sneaking sly glances while the other was blatantly staring at her flirtatiously. Disgust curled in her stomach. They were nothing compared to Sam.
With a cold look at the two men she turned and returned to her room, closing the door with a sense of authority. She stood alone in the honeymoon suite floundering under the suddenly weight of being alone. She surveyed the room and noticed the trail of rose petals she had made in her haste to get up. She considered for a moment making an attempt to clean up the mess she and Sam had created already but she dismissed it quickly. Instead she dropped the sheet from her naked form and wandered into the bathroom. A quickly survey of the stocked items and the spacious tub and she decided to draw a bath for herself.
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Sam hesitated inside the truck before heaving a sigh and climbing out. The Impala was already parked in Bobby's lot and after Sam quickly unhooked Ruby's Mustang from the tow truck he made his way into the house. The house was eerily quiet as he entered and he tried his best to creep through the halls. Peaking around the corner he spotted Bobby and Dean in the library.
Bobby was at his desk, as usual, leaned back comfortably in his chair while facing the blazing fireplace. Dean sat on the couch, staring silently at the wall directly in front of him. Both had glasses in their hands, dark whiskey filling the bottom. Silently Bobby lifted the glass to his lips and drained it of its contents. Sam hesitated for a moment before he stepped silently into the room and leaned against the doorframe, hands in his jacket pockets.
The two males looked at him wordlessly for a long time, each stewing in their own frustration. Sam waited for a long time before the silence began to get to him. "Please just say something," he finally muttered.
"What's there to say, Sammy? You picked a demon over your own brother," Dean finally said.
Sam leaned away from the doorframe to come to his full height. "I didn't pick Ruby over you, Dean. All I did was try to help her out. Her car is broken and I want to fix it for her."
Dean drained the last of his glass and then slammed his glass on the small table in front of him. As his anger began to climb his voice got gradually louder. "You just wanted to help her? Why in the hell would you want to help her? She's a demon for fuck's sake. Why do you insist on treating her like something other than what she is? She's not good and I don't know why you can't just accept that."
Sam took an angry step into the room. "Because I know that she is good. Yes, she is a demon but she's so much more than that. Why can't you just trust me and give her a chance. Maybe then you will see exactly what I see and accept that."
Dean rolled his eyes and leaned back into the couch in a dismissive manner. He relaxed and reached for the bottle of whiskey. Without grabbing his glass off the table he took a large swig from the bottle and then grimaced as the burning liquid slid down his throat. "Whatever. That's complete bullshit but I'm done arguing with you. Go fix the damn car for your demon girlfriend, I don't care," he said as he took another swig.
Sam stared at his brother disbelievingly but knew he was not going to get anything else from him. Dean had shut down like he always did when they argued and things weren't going his way. He looked to Bobby for support who just shook his head.
"Don't give me that look. I'm staying out of it. You two idjits are just going to have to sort through this mess on your own." He refocused on the fire.
Sam stood dumbfounded for a moment, looking between the two men, before he sighed and walked away. He made his out to the cab to get his things before taking it upstairs in the spare bedroom that Bobby always kept for them. Usually Dean got so drunk that he crashed on the couch so Sam didn't think he would mind if he took the spare room. Besides, the room had two beds because they had to share the room when they were younger so Dean could technically still grab a real bed if he didn't mind being in a room with his younger brother after their fight.
The room was plain since neither boy really cared too much about decorating while they were growing up. Plus, when they had stayed over at Bobby's when they were younger they spent most of their days doing other things then contemplating the lack of décor in the room they slept in. They grew up in back-wood motels. They were just happy to be sleeping in a place that had some sort of a familial atmosphere. Sure, Bobby had always been a grumpy old man but he offered the boys an almost sense of normalcy.
The room had a small closet that was filled with spare clothes for the boys and boxes from when the boys were growing up that Bobby never got around to going through and throwing away. A bed was pushed against two of the walls, creating a narrow walkway between the two beds and limiting the space in the room. Under each bed were a few more boxes from their childhood and between the two beds was a single nightstand with a lamp on it and a clock.
Sam moved over to his usual bed, a bed that was worn out in the middle and sagged in the shape of his oversized body and was too short for his tall stature but he loved it anyways, and set his bags down. As he approached the bed his foot brushed against a box, shifting it from under the bed. He looked down, seeing his own messy handwriting on it from when he was younger claiming the box as his. For a moment he considered just pushing it back and forgetting about it but he changed his mind and carefully pulled the box into his arms.
Sitting down on the bed he opened the dust covered box and looked at the various items from his childhood. Most were of little importance to him. This box had at lot of papers on top, various texts and report cards from different schools in different states. Even with the amount of time that they moved around Sam always devoted time to his studies and he had teacher upon teacher singing his praise. Sam shuffled through the papers without much interest.
Underneath the papers were various books. A picture book from when he was a three, several books to help him learn to read, a history book from a Detroit school he attended for a week and then moved on before he could turn the book back in, a dirty magazine he stole from his dad when he was thirteen, a football magazine that he stole from Dean from the sports phrase Dean went through, a Dr, Seuss book, a few novels he read in high school, etc. But what really caught his attention was a small bundle of fluff shoved in the corner of the box beneath the books.
It was a small teddy care that he had since he was a baby. Apparently it was the one toy that survived the fire that fateful night. When John had scooped Sam out of the crib that night he had bundled him quickly in a blanket unknowingly pulling the teddy bear in the bundle as well. Ever since then Sam had kept it close. When he was really young he would drag it around everywhere, which accounted for it battered appearance. As he got older he packed it away in his bag and then only pulled it out for times of comfort. It was sometime in high school that he finally packed the thing away for good. He hadn't been able to throw it away so the next best thing would be to pack it away at Bobby's house, a place he knew he could always return to whether he was a hunter or even if he was a lawyer.
The bear was a simple, probably bought at a dollar store or something, brown teddy bear. It used to have a blue ribbon around its neck but it had worn away and fallen off over the years. The ear was torn off and the old seam was in need of repair. There was only one eye now which a quick stop at any craft store and a glue gun could fix. A few more random seam stitches and a good run in the washer and the bear would look presentable.
Sam cradled it in his hands for a moment, hands that hadn't held the toy since they were much smaller (before his growth spurt), before setting it aside and packing the other things back into the box. He replaced the box under the bed and then stuck his bear into the side pocket of his bag, zipping it up securely, and exiting the room quickly before he changed his mind.
He went out into the yard after that. He pushed the car into the garage and then went about setting himself up to start on her car. After making sure the tools were assessable to him, he removed his jacket and popped the hood. He spent some time reassessing and tinkering with the different parts before he pulled himself away from the car with a mental list of what parts he would need to fix the car. His next task would be to scourer the yard and find the parts or order anything he can't find.
He spent several hours in the yard before checking his watch and deciding it was time to call it a day. It was nearing dinner time so Sam cleaned up what he could and then head back into the house to clean himself up. He found Bobby and Dean still in the library and it seemed like they were going to be drinking their dinner. For a moment he stood in the doorway and watched them before sighing and turning away to clean himself up.
After he had changed into one of the few clean clothes he had left and had washed up he decided to head out versus hanging around for a lonely dinner in the kitchen while Dean and Bobby drank in the next room. While he was searching the yard he had found a running old Ford pickup that Bobby wouldn't miss with the keys hanging in the garage. He grabbed his bag of clothes from upstairs and headed out, not even bothering to tell the others that he was going.
Leaving his bag in the car he went up to Ruby's room and entered without even knocking, silently shaking his head in disapproval since she hadn't bothered to lock the door. He found her laying on her stomach the fluffy carpet in front of the TV with her head resting in her hands, elbows supporting the weight. She was in a silk robe than came to her mid thigh and tied securely. She glanced at him as he entered, a small smile breaking out on her face as if without her seeming to be aware that it was there.
"Hey," she said nonchalantly and then returned her attention to the TV. There was some cheesy doctor show on, Dr. Sexy M.D. or something like that, a show that Dean seemed to secretly like. Sam inwardly laughed at this but didn't comment.
He seated himself in the chair beside her, relaxing into the cushioned seat. They sat in a comfortable silence for a long time, allowing for the show to end. "You hungry?" he asked during the end credits.
She looked at him and nodded. "I could eat," she said as she sat up and folded her legs Indian style, adjusting her robe so she wasn't accidently flashing him (though obviously it wouldn't matter if she did. It's not like he hadn't seen it before). "You have the Impala or are we eating in?"
He pulled the keys out of his jacket pocket. "I got you a temporary car, borrowed from Bobby's lot. Get dressed and we can go out to eat."
Ruby nodded and then head over to her bag to change. Earlier she had hand-washed a pair of panties and had set it out to air dry during the day. They were still slightly damp when she entered the bathroom but a quick run under the blow-dryer and it was ready for wear. Sam stared at her oddly while she did so but she brushed it off with a shrug. He moved away with a roll of the eyes.
She put on the clothes that was the least dirty and was ready to go. Before they left, however, Sam instructed her to grab all of her clothes and explained that they could stop at the laundry mat after dinner. He drove to the restaurant where they were quickly seated and served. The people in town seemed to know of Sam but didn't seem to know him personally, Ruby noticed. They were polite to him but there were a lot of sly glances and whispered words no doubt centering about him.
"What's with this town?" Ruby finally asked before she took a bite of her burger.
Sam looked up from his own food and looked around briefly before shrugging. "Oh, it's nothing. Bobby's considered the weird town drunk and no one has really figured out what to make out of me and Dean. We are always coming in and out to see Bobby, usually keeping to ourselves." He shrugged nonchalantly.
Ruby shook her head, smiling softly. Hunters usually get that sort of reactions if they stay in one place for too long, Ruby noticed. Demons are lucky in that they are able to blend in more readily as that they can be anyone they want to be and are excellent liars. Hunters, no matter how good of liars they are, have too many weird habits that people start to notice if they hang around for too long. It's the reason Bobby was the town drunk; it gave him a label to justify his crazy habits.
She lifted her glass. "Here's to the life of a hunter," she muttered.
Sam looked at her strangely, his green eyes searching her face before he gave a small smile. He lifted his own glass. "And to the life of demon slayers alike," he said.
"Is that what I am, a demon slayer?" she asked, a bittersweet smile on her face.
Sam looked at her seriously. "Well, you aren't the average demon and you take down more of them than your average hunter. I would say that would make you a demon slayer."
Ruby stared at him seriously for a moment, contemplating his words. After a moment she gave a small smile. "To hunters and demon slayers then," she said, extending her glass towards him.
He extended his glass in return, clinking his glass with hers and making their ice tea gently slosh around on the inside of their cups. "To hunters and demon slayers."
They finished their meal and then climbed back into the truck in order to drive a few blocks over and stop into the laundry mat. They pooled their dirty clothes together and sorted through the clothes. As Sam loaded the one of the washers with their darks, Ruby jumped up to seat herself on the vibrating washer that already contained their whites. "You really know how to woo a lady; dinner and the laundry mat."
Sam snorted as he inserted the coins and got the washer running. He then moved over to her and leaned his hips between her parted thighs. He pressed a hand to the small of her back and the other on the washer behind her for support. He gave her that Sam Winchester smile and a suggestive quirk of the eyebrows. "Nothing butters up a woman more than a man who uses fabric softener," he joked.
"You're so cute, Mr. Winchester," she muttered as she pressed her lips to his.
Sam quickly deepened the kiss and moved her free hand up to cup her face. In recent weeks he found himself wanting to constantly have his hands on her in one way or other. He couldn't understand why and he almost didn't care enough to try to figure it out. Right now all he cared about was the small frame in his arms. Even the usual shy Sam couldn't bring himself to care about the other people in the room doing their own laundry as his tongue swirled with hers.
They stayed like this for a long time, lost in their own world. Finally the machine under them rumbled to a stop and they pulled away from one another when the sensation of the once vibrating machine registered to them. Ruby smiled with her now swollen lips and gave Sam a playful swat as she jumped off the machine. The machine with their darks now rumbled to a stop as well as it finished its cycle. They each took a machine and switched the loads to the dryers and then waited as their colors and jeans finished up their cycles as well.
Soon they found themselves sitting on a bench in front of the washers waiting for the cycles to end. Sam was actually sitting, staring blankly at the tumbling clothes in front of him while Ruby as laying across the bench. Her head rested in his lap, his hand rubbing his scalp absentmindedly.
The door to the laundry mat chimed as someone walked in and both glanced in the direction of the door. It was a young woman, maybe around her early twenties, walking in with her laundry bin full of clothes. She was pretty, Ruby would even admit, in a sort of polished way. She wore a flowery and flowing dress and her hair was obviously curled to perfection with a pair of strappy heels. Her eyes automatically scanned the room and met Sam's, as he had not looked away yet, and she gave a smile with her pink lipstick colored lips.
Ruby felt jealous bubble in her gut irrationally. Sam had already looked away and the woman had already moved over to the washers down the row from them. It was stupid, because Sam obviously wasn't showing any interest in her as his hands tangled through her dark curls and massaged her scalp but Ruby couldn't shake the smothering jealousy. She eyed the woman again before turning away.
Ruby and Sam were soon forced to stand as their clothes finished their cycles at quick intervals. They folded their clothes with idle conversation floating between them and then sorted and packed them away in their respected bags. They finished as quickly as possible and then made their way back to the truck. Ruby drove this time as they made their way back to Bobby's lot. Ruby parked in the driveway as Sam grabbed his bag and leaned over for a kiss.
"I should have your car running again by tomorrow," he muttered against her lips.
She nodded. "Well then I will see you tomorrow," she said and pressed her lips to his once more.
He exited the truck and made his way up the driveway and up to the house. He entered quietly, quickly discerning that Dean and Bobby were still in the library from the sound of their carrying voices. As he made his way to the stairs Dean's voice stopped him.
"Hey, Sammy, where've you been?"
Sam only needed one look to see just how drunk his brother was. The fact that his brother was talking to him at all after their fight meant that he was too drunk to realize that he had been mad at all. "I was doing my laundry," he said simply and lifted his bag as if to show his evidence.
Dean glared at him. "How come you didn't take mine? My clothes could have used some cleaning." It seemed Bobby and Dean were too drunk to even realize that Sam could have used Bobby's washer and dryer.
"I thought I would save my nostrils the torture of handling your clothes," he said as he started up the stairs.
"Oh, whatever, Mr. Stanford," Dean shouted back as Sam neared the top of the stairs. Sam ignored it and made his way to the bedroom.
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Ruby had gone to bed as soon as she had gotten back to the hotel, which as much earlier than she was used to. As a result she woke up early that next morning. She tried to stay in the room for as long as she could, but she could only stay idle for so long. After showering and getting dressed she made her way to investigate the town.
Carelessly she wandered into a clothes store and began the browse the racks. There were three sales clerks hanging around the store, a persistent and annoying twenty year old with a bouncing ponytail, a kind looking middle aged women who had the mothering air about her and a shy looking man in his mid-twenties who stayed behind the counter but whose eyes never strayed from her form for too long.
"Oh, you would look great in that. Do you want to try it on?" the annoying woman said from behind her. Ruby looked away from the blouse in her hand that she had picked up without much thought about whether or not it was actually her style and focused on the smiling woman. She looked back at the blouse and examined it, noting that it was indeed not her style.
"Lory, leave her alone. When she needs help she'll ask for it. Back off a little so the woman can breathe," the older woman yelled across the room as she folded clothes. Lory gave the woman an annoyed look but listened as she made her way over to the man behind the counter. The man looked away when he noticed her stare.
Ruby looked away from the man and wandered away from the blouses. She looked through the jeans and grabbed a pair or two since her some of her others ones were getting dangerously close to being wrecked by the pursuits of demons. A stop at some shelves along the wall and she shifted through some plain v-neck t-shirts. They were cheap, comfortable, and rather durable which was perfect for her lifestyle. She grabbed one and then started towards the dressing room to see how it looked on her.
As she neared the dressing room she froze at a rack filled with flowing fabric. She paused, looking around the rack of dresses. She hesitated, thinking of the woman yesterday with the flowing dress and heels, and then quietly shuffled through the many dresses. Most of them were ghastly and too girly for her and she quickly found herself feeling stupid for even entertaining the idea. However, she soon stopped at one. It was a simple, white spaghetti strapped dress with a few black flowers lightly decorating it. She hesitated and then quickly grabbed it as she marched to the dressing room in a determined fashion.
The jeans fit just fine and were flattering on her just as the shirt was, as the annoying sales women pointed out as soon as she had the chance. ("Those jeans make your butt look fabulous"). Ruby then slipped on the dress and almost didn't exit the dressing room to go look at herself in the only full length mirror because of the annoying woman. But, with a deep breath she stepped out and examined herself in the mirror.
Somehow Ruby never felt as exposed as she did in that moment. Sure, she could walk around completely naked and not care who saw her. But as she stood in that flowing dress that reached her mid-thigh in front of that mirror she felt very bare. Maybe it was because she was used to jeans and a t-shirt. Maybe she just wasn't used to dresses but she felt uncomfortable.
"Wow, you look amazing. That dress is gorgeous on you. You have to buy it," the annoying woman said.
"Lory, shut it. Don't tell the customer what to do," the older woman said as she eyed the uncertain dark haired beauty.
The woman hesitated and then eyed the accessories. After a moment she selected a black, thick belt and walked over to Ruby. She handed it over to her and pointed back to the dressing room. "Try the belt on your waist and that black jacket you came in here with."
Ruby stared at her, raising a questioning eyebrow but did as she was told and then stepped back in front of the mirror. With her leather jacket, she somehow felt more confident. She felt less girly with the jacket, as if she had more control. It was a silly notion; a jacket over top a dress won't stop a demon from taking advantage of her in her, well, vulnerable for lack of a better term, state. But having the jacket on gave her a sense of familiarity and as if she was still herself. Wearing the dress she felt like your average mindless cheerleader who spent more time in a beauty parlor than getting her hands dirty. With the jacket, no matter how silly it may seem even to her let alone anyone else she may tell, she felt more empowered.
The older woman stood behind her in the mirror, nodding her head as she could see the change in Ruby's body language.
"I think I'll take it," Ruby said. The woman nodded.
"He's a lucky man then," she said knowingly.
Ruby looked at the reflection of the woman blankly before she looked over her shoulder to look her directly in the eyes. "What makes you say that I'm dressing up for a man?"
The woman shrugged as she busied herself with a pile of clothing once again. "Well, you don't strike me as a girl who wears dresses for the hell of it. You are obviously uncomfortable with the idea of a frilly dress and yet you are still making an effort. Either you have some event you have to go to or you have a man that you want to look nice for. I went with my gut feeling." She paused in the busy work she had employed just moments before. "Was I right?"
Ruby said nothing and instead looked back at mirror as she fingered the hem momentarily. She tilted her head to the side to try and get a different perspective, while her mind wandered. Dimly she wondered how she came to this point. When had things changed so much that she, a demon who should be doing devious things against hunters and basically trying to make their lives hell, now stood in a shop buying a frilly dress in order to impress a hunter? Somehow she wanted to be pretty for Sam, even just this once. What happened to the days in which she was barely trusted by him and she thought him nothing more than a tool for the elimination of Lilith?
"Yes," she admitted at last. Her fingers moved over the thick belt, adjusting it around a waist that she still wondered if it was too thin. Her eyes moved to her narrow waist, her too short legs. "Yes, I think I will take the dress." She twisted her head again as she looked at her bare feet. "I think I will need some new shoes to go with it, though," she muttered to herself more than to the woman.
The annoying sales clerk jumped at the opportunity. "I have the perfect pair. What size are you? Seven and a half?"
"Six," Ruby said without looking away from the mirror.
A small laugh accompanied the comment. "You really are small."
Ignoring the comment Ruby turned as the woman brought over a pair of white and black shoes. The wedge was all black while the rest was white. Ruby took the shoes and tried them on, finding them comfortable enough for new shoes and a perfect match for the dress. It gave her at least five more inches to her small frame in which she would need every inch in order to feel respectable next to the sasquatch that she had been sleeping with. She scrutinized her appearance in the mirror with the full outfit. Dimly she noticed the man behind the counter checking her out which she ignored.
"Do you want to change back into your clothes or wear it out?" the annoying woman asked in an overly eager fashion.
"I'll wear it out."
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