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Night 48: M21-30 Hallway
Shinji was worried. He'd been waiting for a while - Kaworu still hadn't arrived. He didn't know why and as always his insecurities had begun to flare up. Maybe he'd changed his mind. Maybe he didn't really want to see Shinji. Maybe he'd simply been hallucinating the whole thing. Shinji glanced down the darkened hallway, flashlight dangling from his
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"One of the doctors," he replied, leaving it at that for now. He didn't care to think about a hunt right now, and Ruby was only ever interested on his behalf when it came to hunting anything that wasn't Lilith. "I think it's mostly my abilities screwing me over right now, anyway."
That part was more important than what the hell kind of creature the doctor had been. Or at least it was the part that he couldn't talk about with anyone but Ruby. It didn't matter whether she had the answers or not; it was just nice not to have to dance around it ( ... )
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Whatever the case, he still looked like crap and probably felt that way too. Maybe it was the drugs mixing with the headache from using his abilities? It usually wasn't this bad.
Then again, she usually didn't have to sleep. Or eat. Or wait more than a few hours before traumatic wounds healed, and on a scale of 1 and getting shot in the chest, the gash in her thigh hadn't even rated ( ... )
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She wasn't a demon, but he still maintained that she sure as hell sounded like one. But then again, those things usually all talked the same, anyway, so that might've been a moot point. Dean's deal hadn't exactly been secret, he was sure. The supernatural underworld might not have interacted a whole lot, but it wasn't as if they existed in isolated bubbles.
"Whatever's going on with my abilities, it's probably happening to you, too." He glanced up, frowning a little. "Reports have been pretty consistent about people being hindered more than usual in one way or another."
Unless there was nothing to hinder, apparently. At least, he hadn't heard Dean complaining of anything. It was still kind of weird to think of Dean as being the odd one out here for being completely normal as opposed to...whatever the rest of them were. Categorizing beyond not totally human was pretty much an impossibility ( ... )
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He was so...vulnerable like this. She almost felt guilty about exploiting it.
Almost.
"Probably happening to me? You think?" She groaned. "I hate to say this, but...we need to talk. About this. About what's happening to the both of us. And I need you to do some stuff for me." She shot him a meaningful look. "Starting with the C-word."
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That couldn't have given her much blood which meant...what? That she only needed a little bit to sustain herself? Or was it the only way she could do it without arousing suspicion?
If Sam hadn't been so out of it earlier, he would've thought to ask the rest of the patients. From what he could remember of that one time people had talked about this, though, it didn't sound like anyone had an experience such as his. Either someone had chosen to keep their mouth shut about it or he was the first. The only? A possibility.
He drew one leg up, resting his arm on his knee. "She said some shit about Dean, too, I don't know how much she knows for real or what."
Christ, he was too tired to think about this right now. Even before, he hadn't had this much on his hands. Institute crawling with supernatural crap, civilians he should've been able to easily keep out of harm's way but couldn't, the deal, Dean, being trapped here in the first place, and dammit, was Ruby really bringing that up ( ... )
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Wait.
He lifted an eyebrow. "You want me to try an exorcism on you?"
Though she was right. They needed some ground rules and Ruby was probably the easiest to start with out of the two of them. She was obviously still a demon, judging from the eyes-and he'd stopped dwelling on how it didn't even make him blink anymore, to see her switch them on and off-so it wasn't as though she'd somehow turned entirely human. That left determining just how much demon remained ( ... )
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Funny how things changed.
"Demons aren't the only ones who take souls," she reminded Sam, “but other than that I don’t know if I can help you.” It would be hard to narrow it down, though, without Sam’s laptop and a way to search for lore. Her familiarity with those kinds of nasties wasn’t that extensive.
As for Dean… “I can’t tell you either way. It’s not as if this is exactly a common occurrence, and I can’t really ask. Not in any way you’d approve of, at least. I haven’t got a silver chalice, and it’s not exactly like I can go around procuring the lifeblood of an innocent. If I had sources to work here, trust me. I’d be asking. This is just too…
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Well, it wasn't the same, that was all. If it came down to a choice between the two, he knew what he'd pick.
He dropped the subject, not too willing to get into it at the moment, not even with Ruby. She was right: there wasn't much either of them could do. They might as well sort out this thing with Ruby first. It was more productive.
"We're out," he replied. Of all the things they could run low on, salt was never one that should've been on the list. Their situation here was more than a little ridiculous; it was bordering precariously on outright pathetic. But they could barely get two steps out of the hallway without getting jumped at this point. "But we could start with a Christo instead ( ... )
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"Well, that answers that question." So some things, at least, hadn't changed. That was comforting, sort of. Apparently whatever was happening to her hadn't changed what was fundamentally demonic. Still, it was slightly disappointing, as well. If Dean decided to start dropping Christos around her, she wouldn't be able to avoid the...awkwardness that would result.
She scooted her chair a little closer to Sam so that her knees brushed against the bed. "A hunter without salt? Kinda sad." They'd probably have go looking for more, wouldn't they? Especially after that ghost from last night.
"Oh, I heard we're going on a field trip tomorrow, by the way," she said conversationally, changing the topic slightly. "You know anything about that?"
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"Tell me about it."
Though the salt was a band-aid solution at best, if even that. You could spin a circle around yourself or you could chuck it at a spirit, but sooner or later, it was gonna come back to bite you in the ass. That was what burning the bones was for, except that wasn't exactly feasible. Tracking down the source of a spirit already took a few days as it was with all their resources on hand ( ... )
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He figured Ruby would find that as unsurprising as he did. There were only so many things that could infect the bloodstream at the same time, after all. The Croatoan virus had made that more than obvious. And while he wasn't going to turn away one of the few good things to having demon blood running through him, he couldn't say it was a comforting thought, either.
Dean's reaction when he'd told him had hardly helped. He knew he couldn't blame his brother for that, but it stung nevertheless, the way Dean always skirted around it or shrugged it away. We're not gonna acknowledge all the ways you're not normal.He shook it off ( ... )
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"That's pretty much what I've spent the past ten days or something trying to decide," Sam replied. "Half the time, it feels like everything's just fake, you know? I mean, it'd explain everything, I just, I don't know if it's the right answer. It's almost too neat."
He'd bounced back and forth with this issue on and off constantly, including earlier today, and he'd come up with no solid leads, not even close. He'd told Dean he wanted to look into it, figure this out, but Dean had asked him how, and yeah, he didn't know. Somehow was starting to feel less and less like a good response ( ... )
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