Chapter 7

Shot by a Winchester

Even the sunlight filtering in through the ratty curtains of the dirty window of the motel room seemed gray as Sam awoke and squinted an eye open.

He could hear rock 'n roll singing from the bathroom and the shower turned on, Ruby's throaty voice crashing with the percussions of the roaring shower in a crescendo.

The younger Winchester brother stood up blearily and put his shoes back on, then stared at the wall where the bathroom was.

They had drunk a lot last night and now he really needed to pee.

Sam wondered how long it would take and crossed his legs as the time wore on and the running shower water and Ruby's singing failed to cease.

Sam checked his watch, it was a good thirty minutes since he had awoken, and Ruby was still taking her sweet time in the hot shower.

He couldn't dare go in there while she was showering so he glanced around before opening the window a tiny bit and unzippering.

He smiled and closed his eyes, breathing out a sigh of relief, "Ahhhh..."

A steady stream of urine came out and landed on the other side of the window on the deserted floor of the hallway outside.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Sam spun around; his urinating organ still held in his grip.

Ruby had come out, wrapped in just a towel, skin tan and moist with a pearly sheen atop the caramel tone, her light sparkling hair wettened and dampened slightly darker and resting in limp ringlets about her shoulders and back.

As if a fireman pointing his hose, urine sprayed everywhere as Sam spun around, in the radius he did so, eventually landing on Ruby who closed her eyes and screamed, raising her hands upon impact.

Sam yelled out in horror and quickly shoved his member back into his underwear and pants and zippered himself back up.

Now there was a wet spot and speckles of urine all over Sam's jeans.

He cried out in frustration, "Argh! Oh great! What the hell Ruby!"

"What the hell, Sam!"

Ruby looked down at the dark wet splotches and curved lines of spray where his urine had hit her dark pink towel.

She made a disgusted look and cringed, groaning, "UGHHHH OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE. WHAT THE FUCK. THIS IS DISGUSTING I NEED HELP."

Her face looked as if it were about to cry, "Oh my god I need another shower. I can't even look at you right now. Why were you peeing out the window?! That's gross that's where we walk outside and now it's all covered in pee, like me!!! What is wrong with you, Sam?! You think it's funny to pee on the demon?! I thought you wouldn't even waste holy water on me..."

Sam stuttered, "I-I didn't mean to, I'm sorry! I had to go so bad and you were taking too long in the bathroom!"

Ruby looked at him, astounded, "Uh. I don't even know what to say. Sammy Winchester couldn't hold his potty? I so have to tell everyone you know about this."

Ruby rolled her eyes before Sam could get another horrified look in and retreated back to the bathroom. "Great, another shower. Then you better wash up too, you're covered in your own urine, great job, Winchester."

After both had showered and gotten dressed in a clean change of clothes from Sam's trunk, the two headed out of the dusty parking lot together.

Neither would look at each other and also refused to speak.

Sam grunted, "Here, there's a gas station we should get some breakfast."

Ruby just solemnly nodded while staring straight ahead out the windshield of the Impala.

She had a thousand mile stare to her face and eyes that frightened Sam. He had never seen her look this traumatized or bothered at all in fact even after facing death and demons.

Pulling up to a gas station that looked like a general department store, a wood shack of a cabin in the middle of nowhere really, Sam got out and not forgetting his manners, he went to the other side of his car and opened the door for Ruby who stepped out gingerly.

He opened the door of the department store gas station for her, a small bell attached to it tinkling their entrance.

An old man in a trucker hat and plaid button up shirt tucked into belted jeans stood by an old-fashioned looking register, and rows of hand-jarred pickled products and other such oddities stood out in the store.

Ruby strode forward ahead of Sam and grabbed a jar of pickled eggs, two cold bottles of lime Gatorade from the refrigerated aisle, and then stopping at a small counter where a rusty nacho cheese machine sat atop a greasy surface, Ruby grabbed a packet of nachos and ripped them open, then pressed the button on the machine, layering hot and gooey nacho cheese down onto the tortilla chips thickly.

"Gas station nachos, a superb gas station delectable for the morning after drinking." Ruby cackled as she watched the slow and steady stream of melted yellow ooze down atop the chips.

Sam could not help but smirk and nodded silently in agreement. This girl knew how to breakfast like a Winchester on the road.

The two made their way outside to a small picnic table by the front of the gas station and sat down to eat their meal.

As they shared the jar of pickled eggs and nachos, swigging from their lime Gatorades amiably, they found the silence to be comfortable and neither felt the need to say much.

"I'm surprised to say it, but that hit the spot." Sam said to Ruby, after taking a chug of his bottle.

Ruby laughed out loud, "The rhine, salt, electrolytes, fat, cheesy carbs and all that can do wonders to hydrate the soul, Sammy."

Sam furrowed his eyebrows, "You don't have a soul, right? Isn't that part of the deal? And what's going to happen to-."

Ruby merely turned to Sam and swatted his arm, "How rude!"

AN: Next up- The paranormal con! Any ideas or input? Thanks reviewers! R ! Thank you HARRYSWOMAN! You are awesome.