I'm a big boy now [Or so they say]
Ruby ourslutty_yoda is used and abused with previous permission
[Now I've come of age // Welcome to the lion's den // Temptation's on his way
(Madness - ‘House of Fun’)]
“God dammit, Sam, do you even want to save Dean?” Ruby is standing in the middle of the room, a look of pure disgust on her face. She looks bored as well as disgusted and she examines her fingernails blandly. She’s prepared for the backlash, the anger and even the brink of tears her question pushes him to.
“Don’t.” It’s just one word but he makes it sound dangerous in a way that sends chills up and down her spine. Not that anyone could tell that from looking at her.
“Don’t what, Sam? You’ll hit me? Please. You hit like a girl.”
One big wailing punch and Ruby hits the ground, hands going behind her to keep her back from hitting the floor. She just laughs and that pisses Sam off all the more. She’s laughing and he’s falling apart.
“SHUT UP!” It’s a bellow more than anything and he’s burying his head in his hands. He’s as close to falling apart as he’s been since Dean died and tears are just dripping from his lashes, starting the slow trickle down his cheeks.
“Make. Me.” Ruby annunciates each word, turning them into a dare and a challenge that she’s hoping Sam won’t pass up.
He doesn’t have the Colt and his hands are trembling. His entire body is shaking and his blood is pounding. He can actually feel the vein near his temple pulse. He puts his hands over his ears and he’s not sure if he’s trying to shut out Ruby or just everything else.
“Don’t ignore me, Sam. I’m not your dead brother. You remember Dean, the guy who was afraid of going to Hell? The guy who was counting on your lazy ass to save him? Talk about faith misplaced.”
She’s talking and talking and he has to shut her up. The tears are coming fast and her voice is still rattling around in his head and he’s not even sure if she’s talking anymore or not. It’s building up inside of him, exploding slowly from the inside.
“STOP IT!” He yells again and this time she’s flung from the floor and slammed against the wall but Sam never moved a muscle. Sam never twitched a finger. Almost as soon as she hits the wall, she falls back to the floor but she’s up on her feet and she’s clapping. It’s a slow walk toward him and her arms are around his neck, lips pressed to his.
“That’s my little Anti-Christ,” she smirks when she pulls away from him.
[Now I've come of age // Welcome to the lion's den // Temptation's on his way
(Madness - ‘House of Fun’)]
“God dammit, Sam, do you even want to save Dean?” Ruby is standing in the middle of the room, a look of pure disgust on her face. She looks bored as well as disgusted and she examines her fingernails blandly. She’s prepared for the backlash, the anger and even the brink of tears her question pushes him to.
“Don’t.” It’s just one word but he makes it sound dangerous in a way that sends chills up and down her spine. Not that anyone could tell that from looking at her.
“Don’t what, Sam? You’ll hit me? Please. You hit like a girl.”
One big wailing punch and Ruby hits the ground, hands going behind her to keep her back from hitting the floor. She just laughs and that pisses Sam off all the more. She’s laughing and he’s falling apart.
“SHUT UP!” It’s a bellow more than anything and he’s burying his head in his hands. He’s as close to falling apart as he’s been since Dean died and tears are just dripping from his lashes, starting the slow trickle down his cheeks.
“Make. Me.” Ruby annunciates each word, turning them into a dare and a challenge that she’s hoping Sam won’t pass up.
He doesn’t have the Colt and his hands are trembling. His entire body is shaking and his blood is pounding. He can actually feel the vein near his temple pulse. He puts his hands over his ears and he’s not sure if he’s trying to shut out Ruby or just everything else.
“Don’t ignore me, Sam. I’m not your dead brother. You remember Dean, the guy who was afraid of going to Hell? The guy who was counting on your lazy ass to save him? Talk about faith misplaced.”
She’s talking and talking and he has to shut her up. The tears are coming fast and her voice is still rattling around in his head and he’s not even sure if she’s talking anymore or not. It’s building up inside of him, exploding slowly from the inside.
“STOP IT!” He yells again and this time she’s flung from the floor and slammed against the wall but Sam never moved a muscle. Sam never twitched a finger. Almost as soon as she hits the wall, she falls back to the floor but she’s up on her feet and she’s clapping. It’s a slow walk toward him and her arms are around his neck, lips pressed to his.
“That’s my little Anti-Christ,” she smirks when she pulls away from him.