[5.08] All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing. >> Edmund Burke
It hurts more than she expected, but then again she's never had a demon up inside her and pressing her deeper and farther down until she can barely scratch at the surface.
It's funny though, all she can think about is how much she wants a god damned fucking shower to wash the slut off her. She's almost willing to drink holy water, but that shit burns like an STD. She doesn't want that, though now that she thinks about it -- the whore demon inside her probably has way too many to be decent. Ew.
She shakes those thoughts off those and watches -- the world faded and grey -- as everything happens around her. She watches her toes graze over the salt line and she feels the smile curve onto her lips.
It's almost easy. She can tell, the way the bitch doesn't get any satisfaction from it until it's just the three of them and the hell hounds are nipping at Dean's heels. It's like wearing one of those signs that says 'kick me'. Better than if he'd painted a target on his back. She'll slip up, she'll make a mistake - he'll figure it out, c'mon, Sammy, you know me better than that...
Her gut clenches as Dean falls, but he'll live, he'll always live. And he'll hold it over her head until they day he does die and she laughs in his face. She feels her lips curve into a smirk, and it's wrong, so wrong, because smirks aren't really her territory -- she's all about the big-hearted grins, and she feels Lilith's contempt, her amusement.
It's disgusting and had she been able to take control of her body right then she would have been on her hands and knees, throwing up or shaking.
Are you gonna beg, baby? I thought that was what Winchesters were good for, not you. Dean or your precious little Sammy.
She swears and starts to fight harder, pushing Lilith higher, farther away, pushing herself closer to the surface, closer to Sam.
"BACK!" It's Lilith, the bitch really thinking Sam is going to listen to her and back away, not when he's got her knife in his hand and his brother's last breath next to him. She probably thinks everyone is going to listen to her.
Ruby doesn't and she pushes herself closer until she finds her voice against Lilith's and kicks and screams her way free.
"GET BACK!" Everything goes white and she feels herself slip, falling to the ground. Her eyes close for a moment before she forces them open to look at the aftermath. Sam is the only thing she can see, cradling Dean's broken body, crying. It hurts.
But for a moment, she's grateful she can feel.
It would have been kinder to kill him, she thinks, and for a moment the tears feel like her own.
It's funny though, all she can think about is how much she wants a god damned fucking shower to wash the slut off her. She's almost willing to drink holy water, but that shit burns like an STD. She doesn't want that, though now that she thinks about it -- the whore demon inside her probably has way too many to be decent. Ew.
She shakes those thoughts off those and watches -- the world faded and grey -- as everything happens around her. She watches her toes graze over the salt line and she feels the smile curve onto her lips.
It's almost easy. She can tell, the way the bitch doesn't get any satisfaction from it until it's just the three of them and the hell hounds are nipping at Dean's heels. It's like wearing one of those signs that says 'kick me'. Better than if he'd painted a target on his back. She'll slip up, she'll make a mistake - he'll figure it out, c'mon, Sammy, you know me better than that...
Her gut clenches as Dean falls, but he'll live, he'll always live. And he'll hold it over her head until they day he does die and she laughs in his face. She feels her lips curve into a smirk, and it's wrong, so wrong, because smirks aren't really her territory -- she's all about the big-hearted grins, and she feels Lilith's contempt, her amusement.
It's disgusting and had she been able to take control of her body right then she would have been on her hands and knees, throwing up or shaking.
Are you gonna beg, baby? I thought that was what Winchesters were good for, not you. Dean or your precious little Sammy.
She swears and starts to fight harder, pushing Lilith higher, farther away, pushing herself closer to the surface, closer to Sam.
"BACK!" It's Lilith, the bitch really thinking Sam is going to listen to her and back away, not when he's got her knife in his hand and his brother's last breath next to him. She probably thinks everyone is going to listen to her.
Ruby doesn't and she pushes herself closer until she finds her voice against Lilith's and kicks and screams her way free.
"GET BACK!" Everything goes white and she feels herself slip, falling to the ground. Her eyes close for a moment before she forces them open to look at the aftermath. Sam is the only thing she can see, cradling Dean's broken body, crying. It hurts.
But for a moment, she's grateful she can feel.
It would have been kinder to kill him, she thinks, and for a moment the tears feel like her own.