SPN Fic
I knew it was coming, it was really only a matter of time, and here it is, my very first 'Supernatural' fic.
Title: Ending It
Author: katiebugs18
Pairing: Sam/Ruby (Sam/Dean if you squint)
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: 4:04 Metamorphosis
Summary: Sam's done using his powers. Now he has to tell Ruby.
A/N: This is what I did today instead of work, which means it's not betad and all mistakes are mine. My very first completed SPN fic. And it's porn. I've got my priorities straight. The fact that it's not Sam/Dean is shocking to me. I'm not too thrilled about the almost confirmation that Sam and Ruby are sleeping together (because hello, S/D OTP) but...well, it could be really wrongly hot. Enjoy.
Ending It
He finds her in the motel across the street from where he and Dean are staying. Ruby's never far from him these days, doesn't want to get between him and Dean but fearful she'll lose him. So she stays close, keeps throwing demons at him. And he comes, every single time.
But not anymore. He's done. Finished. He thought he could fight it, thought that it was his choice, that he decided how to use his powers and he choose to use them for good. Apparently he was wrong; you can't fight what's in your blood. Jack showed him that. And he refuses to become something he's not, something evil. Something demonic. So he's done.
She's curled up on the bed, sleeping, wearing nothing but her boyshort undies and a tank top. The blanket is kicked to the end of the bed, one hand tucked under her head, the other reaching across the sheets. She looks fragile, innocent. But Sam knows better. Is proved right when he gets closer to the bed and Ruby moves in a whirl of dark hair and soft skin, knife at his throat before he can react.
She stares at him a beat before smiling sheepishly and lowering herself back to the bed, feet dangling off the side. She slides the knife back under her pillow.
"Good hunt?"
He could tell her. He could tell her about a good man who was born with something evil inside him, something he didn't want or deserve. He could tell her about watching that man fight and still succumb. He could tell her about seeing Dean bleeding on a table while an animal looked at him like he was dinner. He could tell her about burning someone alive. But he's just too damn tired and he doubts she'd understand.
"I'm done."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm not doing this anymore Ruby."
She looks genuinely confused for a moment. Then she's just pissed. "Doing what Sam? Hunting demons? Looking for Lilith? Saving people's lives?"
"Using my powers. It's too dangerous. I'm not going to become a monster Ruby."
She's furious now, all respect and newfound obedience gone. Her face contorted with a sneer. She's not going to make this easy and she's not afraid to fight dirty.
"You think stopping will make a difference? That it will help? Help Dean?"
"You don't talk about him." His voice is soft, deadly and if Ruby had any sense at all she'd back off. She doesn't and Sam can feel the anger welling up inside him. He wants to go back to his concussed brother in their room across the street. He wants her to shut up. Needs her to shut up before he smacks her for the words coming out of her mouth.
"You think you can really stop Sam?" Her face is coy, sarcastic and disbelieving. Her mouth is a smirk. "You really want to? I mean do you really, deep down in that soul of yours, do you really want to stop? You think you can?"
"Shut up. Just shut the fuck up." He's bearing down on her, has her flat on her back, hand around her throat. She's still smirking when he kissed her. Crashes their lips together, forcing his tongue inside, biting at her, tastes blood and just keeps going.
They'd started this shortly after she came back, when Sam was so lost and alone, desperately trying to deal Dean out of Hell. The demons weren't dealing and he was despondent and Ruby was there and Dean wasn't and...Dean, oh God Dean, his brother; his beautiful brother who's never done anything to deserve Hell beyond loving Sam too much. His brother who he loves more than sense or reason or morality. His brother who will hate him if he ever finds out that Sam's fucked Ruby.
But Dean's not going to find out because Sam won't let him. Sam doesn't have to tell Dean about the times when he was in Hell and he doesn't have to tell Dean about now.
Ruby's underwear is already soaked when he rips it apart for access. He doesn't even bother taking his pants off, just unbuckles, unzips and shoves down so he can thrust into Ruby's hot dripping cunt. He shoves in hard and fast, not caring if she's ready. He's angry and scared and God he just wanted her to shut the fuck up.
He fucks her hard, one strong measured thrust after another. Buries himself deeper and deeper, forcing her to take him over and over again. She's gasping and moaning around his tongue, feeding him her cries. Sam knows he's hurting her, knows it's too much, too hard. But he wants to hurt her. Wants it to be her fault. Wants to blame her for this thing inside him. But he can't, not really, because it's his fault. He gave in. He took control of his powers. He used them. He liked them.
He lets go of her mouth, grabs a fistful of that long black hair and yanks, hard. Her cry of pleasurepain urges him on and he starts biting her neck, moves to her collarbone, her breasts. Biting till he almost breaks the skin. His hands are leaving bruises on the thigh he's gripping too tightly, on the shoulder he's using for leverage.
She doesn't fight back, not really, just a few token shoves. She's too busy trying to claw her way through his shirts, too busy hooking her legs hight up his back, too busy moaning for him like a slut.
He feels a moment of pity for the girl - Kristy, her name is Kristy, he asked in the beginning, when he cared - whose body Ruby is using, knows that this is a kind of rape, that both he and Ruby are raping this poor girl.
But it's only a moment because he hits Ruby just right and she comes, screaming and cursing and begging. He keeps thrusting, keeps pounding into her, steady and harsh, feels heat coil in his belly, feels his spine tingle, feels pleasure rushing up on him.
When Sam comes he sees red.
After, she's slow getting up, breath shaky, head turned away from him, bruises already forming; he can see her wipe the blood from her lips, see her suck it off her fingers. She doesn't look at him as he does up his jeans, adjusts his shirts and walks to the door.
"See ya around Sam."
Her voice is cocky, knowing. He doesn't turn back, keeps walking out the door. But he knows she's right. Knows that despite his good intentions, no matter how hard he tries, no matter how long he fights, he'll give in. He'll use his powers again.
It's inevitable. It's his destiny. He's damned.
Title: Ending It
Author: katiebugs18
Pairing: Sam/Ruby (Sam/Dean if you squint)
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: 4:04 Metamorphosis
Summary: Sam's done using his powers. Now he has to tell Ruby.
A/N: This is what I did today instead of work, which means it's not betad and all mistakes are mine. My very first completed SPN fic. And it's porn. I've got my priorities straight. The fact that it's not Sam/Dean is shocking to me. I'm not too thrilled about the almost confirmation that Sam and Ruby are sleeping together (because hello, S/D OTP) but...well, it could be really wrongly hot. Enjoy.
Ending It
He finds her in the motel across the street from where he and Dean are staying. Ruby's never far from him these days, doesn't want to get between him and Dean but fearful she'll lose him. So she stays close, keeps throwing demons at him. And he comes, every single time.
But not anymore. He's done. Finished. He thought he could fight it, thought that it was his choice, that he decided how to use his powers and he choose to use them for good. Apparently he was wrong; you can't fight what's in your blood. Jack showed him that. And he refuses to become something he's not, something evil. Something demonic. So he's done.
She's curled up on the bed, sleeping, wearing nothing but her boyshort undies and a tank top. The blanket is kicked to the end of the bed, one hand tucked under her head, the other reaching across the sheets. She looks fragile, innocent. But Sam knows better. Is proved right when he gets closer to the bed and Ruby moves in a whirl of dark hair and soft skin, knife at his throat before he can react.
She stares at him a beat before smiling sheepishly and lowering herself back to the bed, feet dangling off the side. She slides the knife back under her pillow.
"Good hunt?"
He could tell her. He could tell her about a good man who was born with something evil inside him, something he didn't want or deserve. He could tell her about watching that man fight and still succumb. He could tell her about seeing Dean bleeding on a table while an animal looked at him like he was dinner. He could tell her about burning someone alive. But he's just too damn tired and he doubts she'd understand.
"I'm done."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm not doing this anymore Ruby."
She looks genuinely confused for a moment. Then she's just pissed. "Doing what Sam? Hunting demons? Looking for Lilith? Saving people's lives?"
"Using my powers. It's too dangerous. I'm not going to become a monster Ruby."
She's furious now, all respect and newfound obedience gone. Her face contorted with a sneer. She's not going to make this easy and she's not afraid to fight dirty.
"You think stopping will make a difference? That it will help? Help Dean?"
"You don't talk about him." His voice is soft, deadly and if Ruby had any sense at all she'd back off. She doesn't and Sam can feel the anger welling up inside him. He wants to go back to his concussed brother in their room across the street. He wants her to shut up. Needs her to shut up before he smacks her for the words coming out of her mouth.
"You think you can really stop Sam?" Her face is coy, sarcastic and disbelieving. Her mouth is a smirk. "You really want to? I mean do you really, deep down in that soul of yours, do you really want to stop? You think you can?"
"Shut up. Just shut the fuck up." He's bearing down on her, has her flat on her back, hand around her throat. She's still smirking when he kissed her. Crashes their lips together, forcing his tongue inside, biting at her, tastes blood and just keeps going.
They'd started this shortly after she came back, when Sam was so lost and alone, desperately trying to deal Dean out of Hell. The demons weren't dealing and he was despondent and Ruby was there and Dean wasn't and...Dean, oh God Dean, his brother; his beautiful brother who's never done anything to deserve Hell beyond loving Sam too much. His brother who he loves more than sense or reason or morality. His brother who will hate him if he ever finds out that Sam's fucked Ruby.
But Dean's not going to find out because Sam won't let him. Sam doesn't have to tell Dean about the times when he was in Hell and he doesn't have to tell Dean about now.
Ruby's underwear is already soaked when he rips it apart for access. He doesn't even bother taking his pants off, just unbuckles, unzips and shoves down so he can thrust into Ruby's hot dripping cunt. He shoves in hard and fast, not caring if she's ready. He's angry and scared and God he just wanted her to shut the fuck up.
He fucks her hard, one strong measured thrust after another. Buries himself deeper and deeper, forcing her to take him over and over again. She's gasping and moaning around his tongue, feeding him her cries. Sam knows he's hurting her, knows it's too much, too hard. But he wants to hurt her. Wants it to be her fault. Wants to blame her for this thing inside him. But he can't, not really, because it's his fault. He gave in. He took control of his powers. He used them. He liked them.
He lets go of her mouth, grabs a fistful of that long black hair and yanks, hard. Her cry of pleasurepain urges him on and he starts biting her neck, moves to her collarbone, her breasts. Biting till he almost breaks the skin. His hands are leaving bruises on the thigh he's gripping too tightly, on the shoulder he's using for leverage.
She doesn't fight back, not really, just a few token shoves. She's too busy trying to claw her way through his shirts, too busy hooking her legs hight up his back, too busy moaning for him like a slut.
He feels a moment of pity for the girl - Kristy, her name is Kristy, he asked in the beginning, when he cared - whose body Ruby is using, knows that this is a kind of rape, that both he and Ruby are raping this poor girl.
But it's only a moment because he hits Ruby just right and she comes, screaming and cursing and begging. He keeps thrusting, keeps pounding into her, steady and harsh, feels heat coil in his belly, feels his spine tingle, feels pleasure rushing up on him.
When Sam comes he sees red.
After, she's slow getting up, breath shaky, head turned away from him, bruises already forming; he can see her wipe the blood from her lips, see her suck it off her fingers. She doesn't look at him as he does up his jeans, adjusts his shirts and walks to the door.
"See ya around Sam."
Her voice is cocky, knowing. He doesn't turn back, keeps walking out the door. But he knows she's right. Knows that despite his good intentions, no matter how hard he tries, no matter how long he fights, he'll give in. He'll use his powers again.
It's inevitable. It's his destiny. He's damned.