Night 51: Hallway M21-M30
Well, that put a damper on any swimming plans. Abe could hardly leave L to his fate, he had enough guilt for what had happened to Scarecrow and nobody deserved such tortures. He packed up quickly, slipping the ring onto his finger (if he made it outside again he'd need to mark the place as Landel had said) and snapping the BPRD-issue belt around
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Barriers weren’t really a problem for Ruby, provided there wasn’t any salt in her way. Sam’s door was closed when she got there, but she could hear a little movement inside. She knocked, purely out of formality, and opened the door before he had a chance to respond.
“Hey.”
Ruby was doing what she did best, really. She had appeared and disappeared at random intervals for months, and she couldn’t let that go even when she was trapped in the same building as Sam was. There had to be some element of spontaneity there to keep him on his toes. Well, sort of. It had been a whole twenty-four hours since she’d seen him last, which was beginning to make Ruby feel positively clingy, but it couldn’t be helped. As much as she tried to avoid him during the day, going much longer than this without seeing him was getting pretty damn impossible. They were in too close quarters for that, so what she lacked in physical distance she had to make up by ignoring personal boundaries.
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But anyway, it wasn't Dean, it was Ruby. His eyebrows lifted in slight surprise, but he went to what he was doing a second later. He hadn't expected her to come to him since they'd mostly been doing it the other way around, but since when did Ruby ever stick to the status quo for long?
"So is this a social or business call?"
Or both, he thought dryly, tucking the gun at the small of his back. He had a couple of things he wanted to talk to her about, too, but if she was here, then it meant she wanted something. And after their conversation last night, Sam couldn't help but wonder what that was ( ... )
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Except a part of him still wasn't comfortable with the idea of sitting on his ass when other people were out there. Even if it was technically their choice, it wasn't like there were a whole lot of options around here when it came down to stay in and think yourself to death or go out and maybe actually die. It wasn't as though he hadn't managed to help a couple of people here and there, despite having almost nothing at his disposal ( ... )
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Sam blinked, narrowed his eyes. That sure as hell wasn't an answer he'd been expecting. He figured she'd talk about the lore, what-ifs and theoretical concepts, not acknowledge their existence like it was a given. This made no sense.
"You're telling me angels are real? Why the hell did you never say anything before?"
Though maybe that wasn't fair. He hadn't exactly asked. But with all of the options they'd been flying through to go after Lilith, and before that, even, with everything that had happened, how did angels never come up? Ever? Especially since one had apparently made contact with him and Dean both in the future. Somehow. So why stay out of sight for so long? What had made something like Castiel change his mind? Why had it required changing his mind in the first place?
And yeah, it should've been easy to wrap his head around; he'd seen plenty of things. Ten times as much lore, he'd told Dean once. Except it wasn't because it was one thing to believe that they might be out there, and another to be faced with ( ... )
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“You didn’t answer my question. Where’d you see and angel, and what’s it doing here?” Ruby was somewhat reminded of Anna, and how she hadn’t known what she was. And yet, if that were the case Sam wouldn’t be in the know either. This was kind of a disaster. A fixable disaster. She crossed her arms in front of her chest a Look of clear displeasure with the whole situation. She wasn’t exactly pleased about this either.
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In the end, Sam shrugged and let out a breath. "Honestly? I don't even think he knows. Or if he does, he's not telling. What I really wanna know," he went on, "is why he knows my brother."
That one detail bothered him more than anything else. He wasn't even sure why. Wasn't as if the rest of the story matched up all that well, either. But Dean...Dean. How did someone from his future not just recognize Dean, but actually know him?
Maybe what was bugging him about all of this was that he really didn't think Castiel was lying.
And anyway, no matter which way he swung it, the implications remained unsettling at best. God, seriously, he was just tired of not knowing what the hell was going on 24/7.
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And if there was one thing he hated more than not knowing at all, it was not knowing what to believe.
This was right around the time that Ruby chose to step into his personal space. Here, Sam did know for sure what she was doing, but God, he couldn't say he minded. Or no, he did. He had at first-how the hell could he not-and he didn't think it was that he'd stopped minding. It was more like he'd started to grow immune to the things that he minded ( ... )
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Well. See, the last time he'd had a falling out with Dean, he'd at least managed to avoid sticking around to witness the remains of ground zero that'd been The Night He Left. It was probably a selfish thing to have taken comfort in, but there it was. It'd just made it easier when walking away was an option. When walking away was the entire goddamn point of the whole showdown, in fact.
And really, he knew he shouldn't be comparing this with his leaving for college because, you know-pursuing an education, consorting with a demon; not quite the same thing. Except they were, to him. In a way. It'd never not come back to the same thing.
His thoughts might've gone on further, but Ruby seemed determined to move everything away from the realm of mental processes in general. Of course. He frowned briefly, a part of him unwilling to do this now when they had so much crap on their hands. This? Not really the time. But then, when was it ever a good time ( ... )
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