[jmm] Last Chance
[Set in this_isdanger. ohgodkillme_now and imnot_likeyou referenced with permission and love. Cas, for now, is an NPC. WARNING for graphic violence.]
She hadn’t been there when it happened.
If she had been, it never would have happened. She would have had the two men eating their own shotguns before they even got close enough to do so. Ruby was the kind of girl who liked to get her hands dirty. She especially liked getting her hands dirty on the people who got in her way, and that was what these hunters had done without even realizing it. They had been managing to keep it low on the demonic radar that Ruby was even alive again thanks to some handy dandy witchcraft, but she knew that couldn’t stop human mouths from working, and she was doing a good job with plugging any leaks.
Maybe she was doing too good a job, but that was all in the eye of the beholder.
She smelled the blood before she even got close to the motel room. The air was thick with it, along with sweat and fear, and she knew before she even got there that what she was going to find wasn’t pretty. She knew, and maybe that should have lessened the blow, but it still caught her like a punch to the gut when she saw the way the bodies were left. Shot point blank to the chest with what looked like shot gun shells. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who had done it-hunters. Neither Heaven nor Hell would have taken the risk in killing both.
Her eyes had gone over to Sam first on instinct, then to Dean, eyes wide open and lifeless. It wasn’t much different than the way his eyes usually had been lately, but this was so much more final than the way he had been looking at the world, and that hurt, possibly more than she had expected it to. Her fingers came up, gently pushing down on his eyelids to close his eyes, before patting him down for his cell phone. She needed that angel there and she needed it now.
When he actually arrived two minutes later, he looked over the two bodies with a look that could have been remorse, but Ruby couldn’t be sure. More to the point, she didn’t care. “Fix it.”
“I can’t.”
“Then find someone who can.”
“No.” There was a firmness in Castiel’s tone that she hadn’t heard in a long time, something that reminded her more of the resolute lapdog he used to be as oppose to the angelic mess he was becoming. “I can’t.”
Ruby studied him for a moment, her hands landing on her hips. “You can’t or you won’t?”
“They need to speak to Joshua. He knows where to find God-he can help us.”
“And what if Zachariah gets to them first, huh?” Ruby asked raising an eyebrow. “He will tear them apart, and you know it.”
“They are not alone, Ruby.” He gave her an even look that she was really starting to resent. “I’ve been guiding them and they have friends. They will be fine.”
Ruby grit her teeth. “Well, I really hope you know what you’re doing.” She took a deep breath as she turned away from him, and as she did, she caught the scent she was looking for. The two bodies that didn’t belong and weren’t there anymore. “Stay with them.”
“Where are you going?”
“I’m not just going to sit there and stare at their corpses,” she replied, sneering at him a bit before preparing herself to disappear. “I’ll be back.”
She was relatively certain that she was getting cursed at in Enochian as she left, but she really couldn’t bring herself to care.
The hunters weren’t hard to track down. Sure, they were smart enough to lay low and keep their heads down after killing people as well-known as Sam and Dean Winchester, but there wasn’t much more to it than that. She found them in a bar, not too far off the interstate, drinking to their success, and all she had to do was wait for them to head outside and into the open to strike.
When they finally emerged, she was sitting on the tailgate of their truck, legs crossed in front of her as she watched them move closer. They both eyed her cautiously, wondering what exactly she was after, and she just flashed them a friendly smile. “You boys wouldn’t happen to be the ones that offed those pesky Winchester brothers , would you?”
They both gave her a cautious looks and the taller one spoke up, straightening a bit to meet her eyes. “Depends who wants to know.”
“The name’s Ruby,” she replied, before she blinked and her eyes slipped into the familiar demonic black. “And don’t lie to me. I know. I can smell their blood all over your skin.”
They tried to run, the idiots. She had them in about two seconds appearing in front of them and tossing them both back into the bed of the truck, pinning them so that they were flat on their backs. She then hopped up onto the truck and leaned over them with a sick smirk, before letting her hands trail up their chests.
“What do you want from us?” the shorter one said, something in his tone indicating that he was trying to get the gall to show no fear, but he was failing. Miserably. “Pissed that we killed your blood sucking whore?”
If it had been a year ago, she would have been happy to correct him. Now, though, she was just amused that he seemed to think he had done Sam a discredit. “Only proves how little you idiots know. All you did was send Sam to Heaven-I think he’ll be pretty comfortable there.”
“What?”
“Liar,” the taller one spoke up again. “He let out Lucifer. There’s no way he got into Heaven.”
“God forgives, morons,” Ruby smirked, hands trailing down so that they were resting over their sternums and she could feel the jack-hammering of their hearts, like scared little rabbits. “Sam’s been doing some fighting against his darker nature, and the big man upstairs seemed to think that was enough. Personally, I think his time in Heaven should be good for him. What I’m really pissed about is you killing Dean.”
“Dean? Why?”
“If you two had done your research, you would have realized that the big bad Dean Winchester is the vessel for the archangel Michael, and your only chance at saving your pathetic little race from complete annihilation by Lucifer. All Dean has to do is say yes. Which he can’t really do if he’s dead, now can he?” She pushed her hands up into claws and started to let her nails dig through the layers of clothing they were wearing.
“Had to,” one of them replied, the panic starting to rise in his voice. “He would have killed us if we didn’t.”
“Yeah, he probably would have. But here’s the thing. Dean would have put a bullet between each of your eyes and been done with it. Since you had the brilliant idea to shoot him, though, you boys get to deal with me. And you know what that means?” She glanced between the both of them, before leaning in closer and dropping her voice to a lover’s whisper. “It means that you get to watch me rip your still-beating hearts from your chests.”
She didn’t give them a chance to respond, just listened to them scream as she plunged her fingers through skin, muscle and bone, feeling it splinter and the wet rush of blood flood around them. Her hand closed around the still beating muscle, firm almost like a rock in the palm of her hand and listened to the snap of tendons and arteries breaking as she ripped them back out again.
Their hearts still beat for a minute or two before they realized that those electrical impulses were gone, and then became worthless pieces of tissue. Ruby tossed them back down on the bed of the truck, before hopping down and looking over herself. She held up her hands and flexed her fingers, feeling the sticky drying blood stiffen around her fingers before speaking with heavy sigh.
“I’m gonna need a new shirt.”
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She hadn’t been there when it happened.
If she had been, it never would have happened. She would have had the two men eating their own shotguns before they even got close enough to do so. Ruby was the kind of girl who liked to get her hands dirty. She especially liked getting her hands dirty on the people who got in her way, and that was what these hunters had done without even realizing it. They had been managing to keep it low on the demonic radar that Ruby was even alive again thanks to some handy dandy witchcraft, but she knew that couldn’t stop human mouths from working, and she was doing a good job with plugging any leaks.
Maybe she was doing too good a job, but that was all in the eye of the beholder.
She smelled the blood before she even got close to the motel room. The air was thick with it, along with sweat and fear, and she knew before she even got there that what she was going to find wasn’t pretty. She knew, and maybe that should have lessened the blow, but it still caught her like a punch to the gut when she saw the way the bodies were left. Shot point blank to the chest with what looked like shot gun shells. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who had done it-hunters. Neither Heaven nor Hell would have taken the risk in killing both.
Her eyes had gone over to Sam first on instinct, then to Dean, eyes wide open and lifeless. It wasn’t much different than the way his eyes usually had been lately, but this was so much more final than the way he had been looking at the world, and that hurt, possibly more than she had expected it to. Her fingers came up, gently pushing down on his eyelids to close his eyes, before patting him down for his cell phone. She needed that angel there and she needed it now.
When he actually arrived two minutes later, he looked over the two bodies with a look that could have been remorse, but Ruby couldn’t be sure. More to the point, she didn’t care. “Fix it.”
“I can’t.”
“Then find someone who can.”
“No.” There was a firmness in Castiel’s tone that she hadn’t heard in a long time, something that reminded her more of the resolute lapdog he used to be as oppose to the angelic mess he was becoming. “I can’t.”
Ruby studied him for a moment, her hands landing on her hips. “You can’t or you won’t?”
“They need to speak to Joshua. He knows where to find God-he can help us.”
“And what if Zachariah gets to them first, huh?” Ruby asked raising an eyebrow. “He will tear them apart, and you know it.”
“They are not alone, Ruby.” He gave her an even look that she was really starting to resent. “I’ve been guiding them and they have friends. They will be fine.”
Ruby grit her teeth. “Well, I really hope you know what you’re doing.” She took a deep breath as she turned away from him, and as she did, she caught the scent she was looking for. The two bodies that didn’t belong and weren’t there anymore. “Stay with them.”
“Where are you going?”
“I’m not just going to sit there and stare at their corpses,” she replied, sneering at him a bit before preparing herself to disappear. “I’ll be back.”
She was relatively certain that she was getting cursed at in Enochian as she left, but she really couldn’t bring herself to care.
The hunters weren’t hard to track down. Sure, they were smart enough to lay low and keep their heads down after killing people as well-known as Sam and Dean Winchester, but there wasn’t much more to it than that. She found them in a bar, not too far off the interstate, drinking to their success, and all she had to do was wait for them to head outside and into the open to strike.
When they finally emerged, she was sitting on the tailgate of their truck, legs crossed in front of her as she watched them move closer. They both eyed her cautiously, wondering what exactly she was after, and she just flashed them a friendly smile. “You boys wouldn’t happen to be the ones that offed those pesky Winchester brothers , would you?”
They both gave her a cautious looks and the taller one spoke up, straightening a bit to meet her eyes. “Depends who wants to know.”
“The name’s Ruby,” she replied, before she blinked and her eyes slipped into the familiar demonic black. “And don’t lie to me. I know. I can smell their blood all over your skin.”
They tried to run, the idiots. She had them in about two seconds appearing in front of them and tossing them both back into the bed of the truck, pinning them so that they were flat on their backs. She then hopped up onto the truck and leaned over them with a sick smirk, before letting her hands trail up their chests.
“What do you want from us?” the shorter one said, something in his tone indicating that he was trying to get the gall to show no fear, but he was failing. Miserably. “Pissed that we killed your blood sucking whore?”
If it had been a year ago, she would have been happy to correct him. Now, though, she was just amused that he seemed to think he had done Sam a discredit. “Only proves how little you idiots know. All you did was send Sam to Heaven-I think he’ll be pretty comfortable there.”
“What?”
“Liar,” the taller one spoke up again. “He let out Lucifer. There’s no way he got into Heaven.”
“God forgives, morons,” Ruby smirked, hands trailing down so that they were resting over their sternums and she could feel the jack-hammering of their hearts, like scared little rabbits. “Sam’s been doing some fighting against his darker nature, and the big man upstairs seemed to think that was enough. Personally, I think his time in Heaven should be good for him. What I’m really pissed about is you killing Dean.”
“Dean? Why?”
“If you two had done your research, you would have realized that the big bad Dean Winchester is the vessel for the archangel Michael, and your only chance at saving your pathetic little race from complete annihilation by Lucifer. All Dean has to do is say yes. Which he can’t really do if he’s dead, now can he?” She pushed her hands up into claws and started to let her nails dig through the layers of clothing they were wearing.
“Had to,” one of them replied, the panic starting to rise in his voice. “He would have killed us if we didn’t.”
“Yeah, he probably would have. But here’s the thing. Dean would have put a bullet between each of your eyes and been done with it. Since you had the brilliant idea to shoot him, though, you boys get to deal with me. And you know what that means?” She glanced between the both of them, before leaning in closer and dropping her voice to a lover’s whisper. “It means that you get to watch me rip your still-beating hearts from your chests.”
She didn’t give them a chance to respond, just listened to them scream as she plunged her fingers through skin, muscle and bone, feeling it splinter and the wet rush of blood flood around them. Her hand closed around the still beating muscle, firm almost like a rock in the palm of her hand and listened to the snap of tendons and arteries breaking as she ripped them back out again.
Their hearts still beat for a minute or two before they realized that those electrical impulses were gone, and then became worthless pieces of tissue. Ruby tossed them back down on the bed of the truck, before hopping down and looking over herself. She held up her hands and flexed her fingers, feeling the sticky drying blood stiffen around her fingers before speaking with heavy sigh.
“I’m gonna need a new shirt.”
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