Drabble Challenge for leadhisarmy
Prompt: Personal Jesus by Johnny Cash
Requested By: leadhisarmy
Characters: Sam Winchester and Ruby, with mentions of Dean Winchester.
Timeline/Verse: Time Is On My Side verse. Season 3.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural Sam is tearsandtildes , Ruby is leadhisarmy , and the Dean mentioned is saysokiedokie . All are used with permission and love.
Still accepting requests here!
Feeling unknown
and you're all alone,
flesh and bone,
by the telephone,
lift up the receiver,
i'll make you a believer
Take second best,
put me to the test,
things on your chest,
you need to confess,
i will deliver,
you know i'm a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith
Your own, personal, Jesus
someone to hear your prayers,
someone who cares
It wasn't something he ever did out loud. It wasn't like he had ever learned how, after all. They'd never gone to church, except when they were undercover. Their dad only mentioned God when he was cursing. He knew what he saw at other people's houses, when they had dinner with families that weren't theirs. Or what he saw on television.
Either way, praying out loud just wasn't very practical for him: if Dean walked in and caught him, he'd never hear the end of it.
And nowadays, if he heard what he was praying for? It'd been even worse.
But he figured it was safe right now. Dean was across town, checking out a lead, wouldn't be back until morning.
Still, it felt awkward, trying to figure out where to start. He clasped his hands together, looking out the window of the hotel, up at the sky. It was a matte purplish-black, and unresponsive. It made him uncomfortable, and his eyes swept down again, hair brushing across his eyes. He cleared his throat a few times, and a mumbled 'um' fell out.
It almost made him chuckle. There was an auspicious start to a conversation with God.
"I'm not very good at this," he started, feeling instantly dumb. This was ridiculous. Why did he think it would even make a difference?
Because at this point, he told himself. I'll try anything.
"Uh. Look I just... " It was so different, saying it out loud, even if it was in his thoughts 24/7. "I need help. I don't know... where to go or who to talk to, or how to help him but I need to help him." His voice was shaky, even if it was quiet, and he took in a long ragged breath. "Look, please, just... anything. I'll do anything. Just save him."
"Please." The plea sounded angrier than he meant it too. Why did he feel angry? That wasn't what talking to God was supposed to bring you. He thumped a fist against the edge of the window's trim, leaning his forehead against his hand.
"You're right," came a voice from behind him that startled him to his feet. "You aren't very good at that."
He reached immediately for a weapon - a knife on the table right by the bed, but she cut him off. "Relax, Rambo. It's me." As she stepped more into the slanted moonlight coming in from behind him, he frowned, and set the knife down.
"I didn't hear you come in," he said, hands sliding into his pockets.
"Oh?" Ruby asked, slinging herself on the end of his bed, hands behind her to support her, as she smirked up at him. "And here I thought you were talkin' to me."
"Talking to..." Sam realized that meant she'd heard... his entire dumb spiel, which was just really really awkward for his life, and so he ran a hand through his hair and turned away slightly. She just laughed. With her, it always felt like she was laughing right at him. At some joke he didn't get. "Yeah, well. No."
She sat forward, clutching the edge of the bed, as she grinned. "Why not, Sammy? Come on. You're seriously asking the man upstairs for help when I've already made you an offer and a half?"
"All you've done," he said, frustrated, "is tell me you can help, without actually doing anything."
"Patience, Iago, patience," she quipped, reaching over to pick the knife up that he'd reached for earlier, and twirling it in her hands. "Don't you know what they say about unanswered prayers?"
He didn't, but he wasn't about to let her lead into some other joke at his expense. He plucked the knife from between her fingers, and her tongue poked its way into the corner of her mouth as she stared up at him in consternation.
"Ruby.... " he warned.
"Relax, Sammy. He might not be listening...." She grabbed the flap of his shirt and used it to pull herself to her feet, drawing way too close to him for a moment, and getting a sort of crazy smile on her face that lit it up entirely, which was way more disturbing than it should have been. "But I am."
He almost thought for a second she was about to kiss him, and his breath hitched, just as she let him go, laughing, and headed towards the door.
"Come on," she called.
"Where are we going?" he asked, but he grabbed his coat anyways.
"Stop asking questions. Good things come to those who wait."
Requested By: leadhisarmy
Characters: Sam Winchester and Ruby, with mentions of Dean Winchester.
Timeline/Verse: Time Is On My Side verse. Season 3.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural Sam is tearsandtildes , Ruby is leadhisarmy , and the Dean mentioned is saysokiedokie . All are used with permission and love.
Still accepting requests here!
Feeling unknown
and you're all alone,
flesh and bone,
by the telephone,
lift up the receiver,
i'll make you a believer
Take second best,
put me to the test,
things on your chest,
you need to confess,
i will deliver,
you know i'm a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith
Your own, personal, Jesus
someone to hear your prayers,
someone who cares
It wasn't something he ever did out loud. It wasn't like he had ever learned how, after all. They'd never gone to church, except when they were undercover. Their dad only mentioned God when he was cursing. He knew what he saw at other people's houses, when they had dinner with families that weren't theirs. Or what he saw on television.
Either way, praying out loud just wasn't very practical for him: if Dean walked in and caught him, he'd never hear the end of it.
And nowadays, if he heard what he was praying for? It'd been even worse.
But he figured it was safe right now. Dean was across town, checking out a lead, wouldn't be back until morning.
Still, it felt awkward, trying to figure out where to start. He clasped his hands together, looking out the window of the hotel, up at the sky. It was a matte purplish-black, and unresponsive. It made him uncomfortable, and his eyes swept down again, hair brushing across his eyes. He cleared his throat a few times, and a mumbled 'um' fell out.
It almost made him chuckle. There was an auspicious start to a conversation with God.
"I'm not very good at this," he started, feeling instantly dumb. This was ridiculous. Why did he think it would even make a difference?
Because at this point, he told himself. I'll try anything.
"Uh. Look I just... " It was so different, saying it out loud, even if it was in his thoughts 24/7. "I need help. I don't know... where to go or who to talk to, or how to help him but I need to help him." His voice was shaky, even if it was quiet, and he took in a long ragged breath. "Look, please, just... anything. I'll do anything. Just save him."
"Please." The plea sounded angrier than he meant it too. Why did he feel angry? That wasn't what talking to God was supposed to bring you. He thumped a fist against the edge of the window's trim, leaning his forehead against his hand.
"You're right," came a voice from behind him that startled him to his feet. "You aren't very good at that."
He reached immediately for a weapon - a knife on the table right by the bed, but she cut him off. "Relax, Rambo. It's me." As she stepped more into the slanted moonlight coming in from behind him, he frowned, and set the knife down.
"I didn't hear you come in," he said, hands sliding into his pockets.
"Oh?" Ruby asked, slinging herself on the end of his bed, hands behind her to support her, as she smirked up at him. "And here I thought you were talkin' to me."
"Talking to..." Sam realized that meant she'd heard... his entire dumb spiel, which was just really really awkward for his life, and so he ran a hand through his hair and turned away slightly. She just laughed. With her, it always felt like she was laughing right at him. At some joke he didn't get. "Yeah, well. No."
She sat forward, clutching the edge of the bed, as she grinned. "Why not, Sammy? Come on. You're seriously asking the man upstairs for help when I've already made you an offer and a half?"
"All you've done," he said, frustrated, "is tell me you can help, without actually doing anything."
"Patience, Iago, patience," she quipped, reaching over to pick the knife up that he'd reached for earlier, and twirling it in her hands. "Don't you know what they say about unanswered prayers?"
He didn't, but he wasn't about to let her lead into some other joke at his expense. He plucked the knife from between her fingers, and her tongue poked its way into the corner of her mouth as she stared up at him in consternation.
"Ruby.... " he warned.
"Relax, Sammy. He might not be listening...." She grabbed the flap of his shirt and used it to pull herself to her feet, drawing way too close to him for a moment, and getting a sort of crazy smile on her face that lit it up entirely, which was way more disturbing than it should have been. "But I am."
He almost thought for a second she was about to kiss him, and his breath hitched, just as she let him go, laughing, and headed towards the door.
"Come on," she called.
"Where are we going?" he asked, but he grabbed his coat anyways.
"Stop asking questions. Good things come to those who wait."