[rp] with tearsandtildes for tioms
who | ruby and sam (tearsandtildes)
what | sam tries to convince ruby that she has to stay in a sketchy fucking house to keep dean from finding out about their weird arrangement shit.
where | sketchy fucking house, podunk, USA.
when | circa-3.03
verse | time is on my side.
additional | continued here.
[ investigating the living room~ ]
Wow, you know, I never thought I'd say this, but I'm kinda missing the dingy motel rooms right about now. Even they're a step up from squatting.
♥
Look, Ruby, you can't stay at the motel. If Dean ran into you, he'd start asking questions. [ Yeah, that's right, I am ... saying that Sam is forcing Ruby to sleep in this fucking disgusting old house because he's ...ashamed that they're friends. SAM IS SUCH A SELFLESS INDIVIDUAL. ]
It doesn't look that bad. [ And then he starts, swinging his flashlight up towards the ceiling, before he realizes what just... tapped him on the shoulder. The roof is leaking. ]
[ Lmfao oh my god I love you. So much. ]
As much as I just love the idea of renting out Rose Red and being your booty call, I told you. I've got Dean under control. [ Because this is ... exactly what she's going to tell Dean. That she's Sam's booty call. But, Sam doesn't need to know that yet. ]
Clearly your definition of "that bad" is a little different than mine. [ She really wants to ... throw her flashlight at you, Sam, fuck you. Instead she'll open the floo of the fireplace and let some dead animal carcasses fall down, then turn to stare pointedly back at him. ] I may not have high standards, but that sure as hell doesn't mean they don't exist.
♥
[ LOOK IT IS JUST... LEGIT IC, okay? Sam Winchester: half dippy bird, half ... retard!Satan. ]
You don't have to rent. Nobody lives here. [ He picks the... most insignificant detail to harp on here, out of everything she says. Because the phrase 'booty call' scares him. ]
Look, I can help you clean up the room or something if that'd help. Some... disinfectant or something goes a long way.
[ IT IS. HALF DIPPY BIRD, HALF HUGE JACKASS. ]
Yeah, no kidding. I kind of guessed that from the dead bodies in the fireplace. [ And now she's going to move to the kitchen and, against her better judgment, open a cabinet. And yes, Sam, she expects you to follow. ]
Cleaning this place up would take more time than it's worth, considering time's the one thing we don't have plenty of. [ Which is her way of ... begrudgingly accepting her fate, because she's Sam's uke bitch. Fuck her life. She's also jumping back when a hoarde of bugs come out of that cabinet, but she stomps on most of them because she's imagining they have tiny Sam heads. ] So, you can keep your 'disinfectant or something,' unless you were planning on running down to Ikea for me.
♥
[ He will, after an appropriate moment of hesitating, as if he doesn't mean to. He's made his point. Ruby just doesn't care about it. He can still.. pretend. ]
It's just for a couple nights anyway. [ As if that justifies ... anything. ]
And besides it--
[ He stops abruptly and tilts his head. ] Did you hear something?
A couple nights that I could spend catching something! [ But, then she hears it too and stops trying to get in a shouting match. She stares at the ceiling, and then back at Sam. ]
If there are homeless people living in this house, you and your secrecy and your shame can kiss my ass. [ Ignoring that ... she is a homeless person who is going to be living in this house. Shut up. She would rather fuck Dean than share her ... sketchy home with human hobos. And off she marches towards the stairs. ]
♥
[ It's not SHAAAAME Ruby it's .... ok yeah some of its shame. He traipses after you up the stairs as much as a giant can traipse. Maybe 'lumbers' is a better word. Or... thunders. Sam is v. good at sneaking. ]
Look [ he ~whispers~ or... stage whispers as the case may be ] it's like I said, Dean's just kind of... crazy when it comes to trusting people outside the family. I don't think--
[ And they reach the top of the steps, so he shuts up, and looks back and forth down the spooky ass hall. His brow furrows as his gaze remains locked down the dark hall to the left. ]
I thought I saw a light on down there. [ There is... noticeably no light there now, making Sam look like a dumbass. ]
[ I've never gotten to use this icon before. Thank you, spooky house. She shoots Sam a glare because what the hell, man, could you be a little louder? ]
There's no light. [ Just for good measure, she peers down the hall. Nothing. ] Look, it's not like I'm trying to battle my way into Thanksgiving. [ She starts walking down the hall just to make it clear how much she did not see this light that Sam is talking about, not particularly cautious. ] I'm just asking for a little cooperation. Not even trust, [ another glare at Sam, ] as nice as that would be to have.
♥
[ It's glorious. ;; ]
I said there was a light and now it's... [ Gone, just like Ruby down the hall, right now, wtf. Hrnghhhh. He'll just... follow after, like a bitch champ. ]
It's hard to trust someone who's so dodgy about who they are, Ruby. I can see where he's coming from. We haven't always had the best experiences with...
[ And he slows down and stops her with a hand on her shoulder, putting a finger to his lips and gesturing ~this~ ~door~. ]
I'm sorry that I'm not willing to operate on full disclosure with the goddamn Antichrist, shouldn't you -- [ She cuts off her own bitching about how ~trustworthy~ she was, and just obediently shuts her mouth. She's a good demon, okay. Sam took her home and fed her and now she's comfortable in that collar. She gestured for him to pull his gun, reaching down to get the knife out of her boot.
Leaning against the door, she waited until Sam was armed and looking like less of a retard before she started to creak it open. ]
♥
[ Yeah, my icons of Sam... being non-retarded are severely limited, sorry. Anyways, he really wants to reiterate that she needs to drop that whole damn 'Antichrist' thing but... more pressing matters on hand. He draws the gun and steps around her, poking it in to the room, followed by himself. ]
[ Empty. And fucking creepy. In fact it... looks like a nursery, except that it's covered in layers of dust and spiderwebs. Sam takes a few cautious steps inside. ]
[ She sneaks in behind him and checks it out, trying the light switch that doesn't work. Naturally. It does, however, cause a lamp in the corner to flicker, the filament within the bulb sparking some. Ruby scowls and rolls her eyes -- she doesn't put her knife back quite yet, but she's definitely not concerned anymore. ]
Great. So, I'm sharing the place with Chuckie, Damian, or the ghosts of infants. You really know how to pick 'em, don't you? [ She walks to the crib and drags her finger along the railing, rubbing the dust that transfers between her fingers. ]
♥
[ Sam's still got his gun out, just in case. Appearances can be deceiving. NOT THAT HE HAS TO TELL YOU THAT RUBY. Wait, these brackets haven't... seen the rest of Supernatural yet. /shuts up. ]
So you're afraid of baby ghosts? And here I thought I was working with a big bad demon slaying hunter. [ Yeah, this is his attempt to... be an ass right back at you. It's also strangely ... him making a joke too, like he thinks you're going to bond right now. Look, he spends most of his time with Dean, his idea of how to interact with other hunters is a little skewed. ]
[ The look she gives him is very, very painstakingly a Supernatural trademarked "seriously?" look of judgment. ]
I'm not afraid, you jackass, I'm annoyed. You're afraid your big, bad brother so I'm sitting on my hands in some dump playing Bride of Chuckie and praying demons don't come knocking the door in on what might as well be their home fucking base.
♥
[ Pffft, he invented that look. He's not intimidated. ]
I'm not afraid of Dean either. I'm just trying to make this whole [ "weird ass arrangement that we have" is what he means by his vague hand motions here ] ... thing run more smoothly, ok?
[ Speaking of things not going smoothly, the door bangs shut heavily. ]
[ Just when she's ready to bitch more, she actually jumps in surprise when the door slams shut. When she realizes what exactly's going on, she kicks out the nearest leg of the crib. The entire thing crumples because the wood by now is rotted and brittle. Unfortunately, its shittiness just makes her more frustrated. ]
Remind me again why I'm even bothering to try and help you? You had better pray we're not stuck in here, or I'm going to string you up from the ceiling by your ankles. [ She's going to go pull open the closet in hopes of finding something to break the door in with.
Yes.
In a nursery closet. ]
♥
[ Sam is secretly pleased when she jumps and ... acts like a girl for a moment, so he can feel like a Real Man (tm). It's... a rare moment, let him embrace it. ]
We're not stuck. [ He heads to the door and tries the knob confidently, and yeah it's fucking stuck. He'll hit the door a few times with a manly fist. It's not budging. ]
Find anything? [ Yeah, now suddenly Ruby's idea doesn't look so silly. Except that it does, because all that's in the closet is a Barbie Dream Home, fuck you. They must have been saving it for when little Suzy grew up. ]
Yeah. Not stuck. [ She kneels down, ripping the roof off the Barbie Dream Home because obviously they kept their C4 inside of it. No dice. ]
Are you sure you're cut out for this job? You're not very good at it. Shit starts getting weird, you assume worst case scenario. That's how it works.
And, no. [ She hurls a little, pink, plastic sofa from inside the dream home at Sam. ] I didn't find anything.
♥
[ Jesus, she's got... quite an arm for a girl. Like Sam can talk. ]
It could have been a draft. [ No, no it couldn't. He knows his life and what it's like, and that's it's always the worst case scenario but... he just really didn't want Ruby to be right. Because he's an ass. Anyways, now he has to deal with this shit. ]
[ So he's going to keep his gun out and yank the EMF out of his coat pocket with his free hand. To determine if it's Ghostbusters time or just... some other random act of weirdness in his life. ]
[ As the thing immediately starts going crazy ] ... Ok, no draft.
You know, Sam, you can go ahead and admit I was right anytime now. I'm not exactly a patient woman. [ Demon. Whatever. ]
I'm a hell of a lot better at what I do than you are, so maybe you should sit back and learn a thing or two. [ She scowls at the EMF detector and gets to her feet, putting her knife away. Hell of a lot of good a knife would do on a ghost. ] Let me guess. You didn't think to grab anything iron off the fireplace. [ Because like hell was she suggesting any kind of salt. Get that shit out of here. ]
♥
[ Ignoring that so hard rn. ]
And neither did you. [ Yeah, that's a ... mature response in this situation. He does have salt though, sorry Ruby. He pulls it out of his pocket and moves to the door which he apparently means to use it on. It's not like he intends to... throw it all over your face. Yet. Don't piss him off. ]
Anyways, how was I supposed to guess that the one abandoned house I picked would end up being haunt-- [ He's cut off by the sound of something banging against the outside of the door, so he turns his attention back to what the hell he's doing. ]
[ Fuck that shaking door makes her blood pressure spike and she gets even more impossibly bitchy and demanding. Good luck with that, Sam. The lilt in her voice is genuinely concerned, though more due to claustrophobia and getting fucking trapped with Sam courtesy of those fucking salt lines. ]
Maybe you should have looked into that before we came, you jackass! Jesus Christ, is a litte competence so much to ask? [ She turns to look for a window so she can be useful but it's a spooky old house, so there just ... isn't one. ]
♥
[ Aww they're trapped together. It's s-so romantic. ]
Look, what do you want from me? "I'm sorry"? I think we've got bigger concerns right than now than apologies -- [ Suddenly the banging seems to be echoing down the entire wall adjacent to the hall, and its an unnerving noise. ] We've bought ourselves some time, anyway. Maybe there's... some sort of clue in here at least about who lived here. [ Maybe it's hidden underneath the Barbie dream home, yeah... great thinking Sam. He's just... so on top of his game today. ]
Yeah, maybe they the deed to the house with their social security numbers and family history in little Jenny's Barbie Dream Home. [ Okay, she's ... probably being unfair, but she doesn't handle being trapped well. At all. And this is a small space, and she's trying REALLY hard not to lose her shit. ]
what | sam tries to convince ruby that she has to stay in a sketchy fucking house to keep dean from finding out about their weird arrangement shit.
where | sketchy fucking house, podunk, USA.
when | circa-3.03
verse | time is on my side.
additional | continued here.
[ investigating the living room~ ]
Wow, you know, I never thought I'd say this, but I'm kinda missing the dingy motel rooms right about now. Even they're a step up from squatting.
♥
Look, Ruby, you can't stay at the motel. If Dean ran into you, he'd start asking questions. [ Yeah, that's right, I am ... saying that Sam is forcing Ruby to sleep in this fucking disgusting old house because he's ...ashamed that they're friends. SAM IS SUCH A SELFLESS INDIVIDUAL. ]
It doesn't look that bad. [ And then he starts, swinging his flashlight up towards the ceiling, before he realizes what just... tapped him on the shoulder. The roof is leaking. ]
[ Lmfao oh my god I love you. So much. ]
As much as I just love the idea of renting out Rose Red and being your booty call, I told you. I've got Dean under control. [ Because this is ... exactly what she's going to tell Dean. That she's Sam's booty call. But, Sam doesn't need to know that yet. ]
Clearly your definition of "that bad" is a little different than mine. [ She really wants to ... throw her flashlight at you, Sam, fuck you. Instead she'll open the floo of the fireplace and let some dead animal carcasses fall down, then turn to stare pointedly back at him. ] I may not have high standards, but that sure as hell doesn't mean they don't exist.
♥
[ LOOK IT IS JUST... LEGIT IC, okay? Sam Winchester: half dippy bird, half ... retard!Satan. ]
You don't have to rent. Nobody lives here. [ He picks the... most insignificant detail to harp on here, out of everything she says. Because the phrase 'booty call' scares him. ]
Look, I can help you clean up the room or something if that'd help. Some... disinfectant or something goes a long way.
[ IT IS. HALF DIPPY BIRD, HALF HUGE JACKASS. ]
Yeah, no kidding. I kind of guessed that from the dead bodies in the fireplace. [ And now she's going to move to the kitchen and, against her better judgment, open a cabinet. And yes, Sam, she expects you to follow. ]
Cleaning this place up would take more time than it's worth, considering time's the one thing we don't have plenty of. [ Which is her way of ... begrudgingly accepting her fate, because she's Sam's uke bitch. Fuck her life. She's also jumping back when a hoarde of bugs come out of that cabinet, but she stomps on most of them because she's imagining they have tiny Sam heads. ] So, you can keep your 'disinfectant or something,' unless you were planning on running down to Ikea for me.
♥
[ He will, after an appropriate moment of hesitating, as if he doesn't mean to. He's made his point. Ruby just doesn't care about it. He can still.. pretend. ]
It's just for a couple nights anyway. [ As if that justifies ... anything. ]
And besides it--
[ He stops abruptly and tilts his head. ] Did you hear something?
A couple nights that I could spend catching something! [ But, then she hears it too and stops trying to get in a shouting match. She stares at the ceiling, and then back at Sam. ]
If there are homeless people living in this house, you and your secrecy and your shame can kiss my ass. [ Ignoring that ... she is a homeless person who is going to be living in this house. Shut up. She would rather fuck Dean than share her ... sketchy home with human hobos. And off she marches towards the stairs. ]
♥
[ It's not SHAAAAME Ruby it's .... ok yeah some of its shame. He traipses after you up the stairs as much as a giant can traipse. Maybe 'lumbers' is a better word. Or... thunders. Sam is v. good at sneaking. ]
Look [ he ~whispers~ or... stage whispers as the case may be ] it's like I said, Dean's just kind of... crazy when it comes to trusting people outside the family. I don't think--
[ And they reach the top of the steps, so he shuts up, and looks back and forth down the spooky ass hall. His brow furrows as his gaze remains locked down the dark hall to the left. ]
I thought I saw a light on down there. [ There is... noticeably no light there now, making Sam look like a dumbass. ]
[ I've never gotten to use this icon before. Thank you, spooky house. She shoots Sam a glare because what the hell, man, could you be a little louder? ]
There's no light. [ Just for good measure, she peers down the hall. Nothing. ] Look, it's not like I'm trying to battle my way into Thanksgiving. [ She starts walking down the hall just to make it clear how much she did not see this light that Sam is talking about, not particularly cautious. ] I'm just asking for a little cooperation. Not even trust, [ another glare at Sam, ] as nice as that would be to have.
♥
[ It's glorious. ;; ]
I said there was a light and now it's... [ Gone, just like Ruby down the hall, right now, wtf. Hrnghhhh. He'll just... follow after, like a bitch champ. ]
It's hard to trust someone who's so dodgy about who they are, Ruby. I can see where he's coming from. We haven't always had the best experiences with...
[ And he slows down and stops her with a hand on her shoulder, putting a finger to his lips and gesturing ~this~ ~door~. ]
I'm sorry that I'm not willing to operate on full disclosure with the goddamn Antichrist, shouldn't you -- [ She cuts off her own bitching about how ~trustworthy~ she was, and just obediently shuts her mouth. She's a good demon, okay. Sam took her home and fed her and now she's comfortable in that collar. She gestured for him to pull his gun, reaching down to get the knife out of her boot.
Leaning against the door, she waited until Sam was armed and looking like less of a retard before she started to creak it open. ]
♥
[ Yeah, my icons of Sam... being non-retarded are severely limited, sorry. Anyways, he really wants to reiterate that she needs to drop that whole damn 'Antichrist' thing but... more pressing matters on hand. He draws the gun and steps around her, poking it in to the room, followed by himself. ]
[ Empty. And fucking creepy. In fact it... looks like a nursery, except that it's covered in layers of dust and spiderwebs. Sam takes a few cautious steps inside. ]
[ She sneaks in behind him and checks it out, trying the light switch that doesn't work. Naturally. It does, however, cause a lamp in the corner to flicker, the filament within the bulb sparking some. Ruby scowls and rolls her eyes -- she doesn't put her knife back quite yet, but she's definitely not concerned anymore. ]
Great. So, I'm sharing the place with Chuckie, Damian, or the ghosts of infants. You really know how to pick 'em, don't you? [ She walks to the crib and drags her finger along the railing, rubbing the dust that transfers between her fingers. ]
♥
[ Sam's still got his gun out, just in case. Appearances can be deceiving. NOT THAT HE HAS TO TELL YOU THAT RUBY. Wait, these brackets haven't... seen the rest of Supernatural yet. /shuts up. ]
So you're afraid of baby ghosts? And here I thought I was working with a big bad demon slaying hunter. [ Yeah, this is his attempt to... be an ass right back at you. It's also strangely ... him making a joke too, like he thinks you're going to bond right now. Look, he spends most of his time with Dean, his idea of how to interact with other hunters is a little skewed. ]
[ The look she gives him is very, very painstakingly a Supernatural trademarked "seriously?" look of judgment. ]
I'm not afraid, you jackass, I'm annoyed. You're afraid your big, bad brother so I'm sitting on my hands in some dump playing Bride of Chuckie and praying demons don't come knocking the door in on what might as well be their home fucking base.
♥
[ Pffft, he invented that look. He's not intimidated. ]
I'm not afraid of Dean either. I'm just trying to make this whole [ "weird ass arrangement that we have" is what he means by his vague hand motions here ] ... thing run more smoothly, ok?
[ Speaking of things not going smoothly, the door bangs shut heavily. ]
[ Just when she's ready to bitch more, she actually jumps in surprise when the door slams shut. When she realizes what exactly's going on, she kicks out the nearest leg of the crib. The entire thing crumples because the wood by now is rotted and brittle. Unfortunately, its shittiness just makes her more frustrated. ]
Remind me again why I'm even bothering to try and help you? You had better pray we're not stuck in here, or I'm going to string you up from the ceiling by your ankles. [ She's going to go pull open the closet in hopes of finding something to break the door in with.
Yes.
In a nursery closet. ]
♥
[ Sam is secretly pleased when she jumps and ... acts like a girl for a moment, so he can feel like a Real Man (tm). It's... a rare moment, let him embrace it. ]
We're not stuck. [ He heads to the door and tries the knob confidently, and yeah it's fucking stuck. He'll hit the door a few times with a manly fist. It's not budging. ]
Find anything? [ Yeah, now suddenly Ruby's idea doesn't look so silly. Except that it does, because all that's in the closet is a Barbie Dream Home, fuck you. They must have been saving it for when little Suzy grew up. ]
Yeah. Not stuck. [ She kneels down, ripping the roof off the Barbie Dream Home because obviously they kept their C4 inside of it. No dice. ]
Are you sure you're cut out for this job? You're not very good at it. Shit starts getting weird, you assume worst case scenario. That's how it works.
And, no. [ She hurls a little, pink, plastic sofa from inside the dream home at Sam. ] I didn't find anything.
♥
[ Jesus, she's got... quite an arm for a girl. Like Sam can talk. ]
It could have been a draft. [ No, no it couldn't. He knows his life and what it's like, and that's it's always the worst case scenario but... he just really didn't want Ruby to be right. Because he's an ass. Anyways, now he has to deal with this shit. ]
[ So he's going to keep his gun out and yank the EMF out of his coat pocket with his free hand. To determine if it's Ghostbusters time or just... some other random act of weirdness in his life. ]
[ As the thing immediately starts going crazy ] ... Ok, no draft.
You know, Sam, you can go ahead and admit I was right anytime now. I'm not exactly a patient woman. [ Demon. Whatever. ]
I'm a hell of a lot better at what I do than you are, so maybe you should sit back and learn a thing or two. [ She scowls at the EMF detector and gets to her feet, putting her knife away. Hell of a lot of good a knife would do on a ghost. ] Let me guess. You didn't think to grab anything iron off the fireplace. [ Because like hell was she suggesting any kind of salt. Get that shit out of here. ]
♥
[ Ignoring that so hard rn. ]
And neither did you. [ Yeah, that's a ... mature response in this situation. He does have salt though, sorry Ruby. He pulls it out of his pocket and moves to the door which he apparently means to use it on. It's not like he intends to... throw it all over your face. Yet. Don't piss him off. ]
Anyways, how was I supposed to guess that the one abandoned house I picked would end up being haunt-- [ He's cut off by the sound of something banging against the outside of the door, so he turns his attention back to what the hell he's doing. ]
[ Fuck that shaking door makes her blood pressure spike and she gets even more impossibly bitchy and demanding. Good luck with that, Sam. The lilt in her voice is genuinely concerned, though more due to claustrophobia and getting fucking trapped with Sam courtesy of those fucking salt lines. ]
Maybe you should have looked into that before we came, you jackass! Jesus Christ, is a litte competence so much to ask? [ She turns to look for a window so she can be useful but it's a spooky old house, so there just ... isn't one. ]
♥
[ Aww they're trapped together. It's s-so romantic. ]
Look, what do you want from me? "I'm sorry"? I think we've got bigger concerns right than now than apologies -- [ Suddenly the banging seems to be echoing down the entire wall adjacent to the hall, and its an unnerving noise. ] We've bought ourselves some time, anyway. Maybe there's... some sort of clue in here at least about who lived here. [ Maybe it's hidden underneath the Barbie dream home, yeah... great thinking Sam. He's just... so on top of his game today. ]
Yeah, maybe they the deed to the house with their social security numbers and family history in little Jenny's Barbie Dream Home. [ Okay, she's ... probably being unfair, but she doesn't handle being trapped well. At all. And this is a small space, and she's trying REALLY hard not to lose her shit. ]