It was hers, almost like an extension of her own arm, and it was only sheer luck that Dean got it away from her in the first place.

She knew that she had an end coming, that everybody had to die sometimes, but there was some part of her that still didn’t think he’d be part of it.

What goes around comes around, and she should have known that her death would be it for her, but as she felt the knife drive into her gut, she couldn’t help but be happy they didn’t decide to send her back to Hell.

She thought that Sam was with her, one hundred percent, all the way-in fact, she thought that maybe, perhaps, there could even possibly be love-but in the end, she should have known that she could never come between the bond of two brothers.

( Spoilers for 420: The Rapture )

( Spoilers for 416: On the Head of a Pin )

Depends on the situation, but generally speaking, it’s them. Provided they don’t piss me off anyway.

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Life or death kind of takes on a different connotation when you’re a demon. There aren’t a lot of things that can kill me, really. There’s my knife, and the Colt. That’s about it. Also, most of the people I associate with aren’t ( Read more... )

( Spoilers for 409: I Know What You Did Last Summer )

I'm bored. That is never good.

[Cowritten with likely_evil. Written for the mun of soldier_ofgod, who mentioned something offhand about Sam/Ruby smut and french fries, and well -- here ya go.]

( For spoilers? Specifically 409: I Know What You Did Last Summer )