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Stolen from - who else? - moetushie. Because I am grumpy and self-indulgent? Or something. The majority of these are...not actually sexual. Because gen. Forever.
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The problem is this: Sam knows his and Ruby's endgames are not the same.
He knew this last time they spent months traveling together, though as time wore on he managed to convince himself otherwise, buried himself so deep in denial that in the end he felt betrayed.
Now, he makes no illusions about her motivations. She wants him to get back on demon blood, wants him to say yes to Lucifer. She thinks it'd be best for him, best for them, but he can't tell who that's referring to.
+ + +
Sam doesn't sleep well. In his dreams, Dean is always Michael, Jess turns out to be Lucifer. Bobby is dead and Cas is a fallen angel.
Ruby is Lillith, Ruby is a liar.
"What do you dream about?" he asks, one late afternoon. She keeps watch while he sleeps -- tries to sleep -- at night, but she sometimes dozes off in the early morning, or early afternoon.
She looks surprised at his question, then sighs wistfully. "French fries."
"We'll pick you up some at the next Wendy's we see."
She lets out a laugh at that -- a sharp, shocked sound, that she quickly suppresses.
That night when he dreams, Ruby is laughing, Ruby is lovely. It's the best dream he's had and the worst sleep he's gotten.
+ + +
They get to a remote camping ground in the Appalachia, where there's a group of sad, scared, distrusting survivors. There was a guy with close-cropped hair and an old Chevy Impala, he taught them how to fend for themselves, against Croats. He left a month ago, with a guy in a wheelchair, though there was no guy in a trench coat.
They said they were heading west.
+ + +
Between South Carolina and Colorado they come across five screaming, slobbering cluster of Croats. They lose a side mirror, one of their better guns, and a lot of blood.
+ + +
"Can you tell me that it will make things better? That it'll make things any easier?"
"I can't tell you that it will," she replies, looking at him, gaze soft. "But I can tell you that it might."
Sam keeps his foot steady on the gas, gaze steady on the bleak landscape around them. They're still two hundred miles from Camp Brenard and there's no guarantee that Dean or Bobby or Cas will even be there, that anyone would even be there. But this is the most hope he's had in months.
+ + +
The only thing waiting for them at Camp Brenard is an ambush of demons.
They're weaker demons, though, and Sam is able to dispatch of them without moving a muscle. He gestures at Ruby to stay in the car, as he searches around the camp for an idea of where to go next.
All the signs point towards Detroit.
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Oh my let me just.
This is wonderful. I do not think I even have words. The snapshot style, the short brutality of it! The perfect bleakness! Just EVERYTHING and how did I get so lucky?
Thank you so much!
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