She wants a lot. Most of it's not nice. Her Christmas List goes to Satan, not Santa. She has a million ways to be cruel and they're color coded and categorized and carved in bone. She is the boogeyman, the bone-setter, but her sickness is in her smile, her hands, her body and soul.

She has faith. She has faith in Sam, faith in Dean, faith in ( Read more... )

She'd warned them. Oh she'd warned them until Dean had pulled the trigger on that God damned Colt. (The one she fixed for them, by the way, and oh wasn't that just some kind of sweet irony.) She'd warned them to get the Hell outta dodge because they were messing with something big, bad and ugly and she wasn't some kind of minor league demon, oh ( Read more... )

You know, soul selling is a dirty business. Naturally it would be if you take into account everything that's involved; the demons, the stupid humans that don't know any better, the deals, the dark crossroads or back alleys they're made in...

Feels kinda like home to me.

And I've been there. Yeah that's right; I've been there, move along.

But seeing ( Read more... )

It isn't sweet, it never is, but it is seduction all the same. Her style is different from most.

She knows she has the power, dangling Dean's fate between her fingers like a marionette. She was playing them both and they knew it, but they still played.

They always played.

It was too risky to say no, too risky to cock that hammer back and watch the ( Read more... )

68 AD The Year of Four Emperors; Rome
"My Lord," she whispered, curtseying quickly as she ran up the steps of the palace that Vespasian had taken as his own. "Vitellius is on his way to the palace. Your men are preparing themselves as we speak, they await your orders."

Vespasian looked at her, his true advisor, for a long time. As his men emptied ( Read more... )

It wasn't that Ruby didn't like fortune tellers, real ones- gypsies and true psychics, they were alright. Creepy as Hell, annoying and obnoxious with their all seeing eye, thinking they know the truth about everything and condemning her every action because whoop de doo, she was a demon.

Get over it already.

But they were true fortune tellers, the ( Read more... )

Giant psychic Anti-Christ freaks who like playing with Daddy's guns.

[locked from the general population, sans Sam Winchester]

All joking aside, Hell.

What did you think it was going to be something different? Come on now; don't be foolish, it doesn't look good on you. There's a reason I left. Hell isn't all it's cracked up to be.

I'd rather laugh ( Read more... )

Ruby frowned slightly, a hint of bored exasperation. Another day, another death threat- people were so touchy these days.

"If you're actually going to shoot me, could you hurry it up?" She heard the click of the safety ad turned around, rolling her eyes into another state and giving her would be assailant a deeply ironic look. "Honey, a gun's not ( Read more... )

Oh, insane people are hysterical! And rarely insane.

I love mental institutions. They're like my little sandboxes! Knocking over blocks and unalphabetizing an OCD patients books, they cry like poor little babies! Convincing a DID kid that he really is a two year old with a thumbsucking problem, ha! Try getting him back from that regression.

I've ( Read more... )

That time Bobby shot me.

'Ouch, that hurts'.

I thought he was gonna have a heart attack right then and there, just drop dead with the Colt, worthless at the time, still in his hands.

Or the first time I met Sam.

'I'm the girl that just saved your ass'.

Poor boy's jaw hit the floor so hard I'm surprised it didn't bruise, but it's a Winchester trait ( Read more... )