The Morning After
When Ruby woke up in one of the Winchester bedrooms, her first instinct was that she was going to kill Lindsey.
Probably not kill him, kill him, as that would be a waste of a good medic, but they would have Words. And most of them would probably be coming from Ruby.
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she shakily brought herself to her feet, trying to shrug off the remains of the spell. There was so much work to do, and she would have gotten a better head start if she had slept the night away, but that didn't matter. She had work to get done, and apparently she had a few less hours to do it in.
First things first, she had to check in with Sam. She made her way out of the room, past the sleeping Nicky, and Felicia reclining on the couch and made a beeline right for the phone, dialing Sam's number and drumming against her fingers against whatever was closest to her fingers.
"C'mon, Sam. Pick up, pick up, pick up."
Probably not kill him, kill him, as that would be a waste of a good medic, but they would have Words. And most of them would probably be coming from Ruby.
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she shakily brought herself to her feet, trying to shrug off the remains of the spell. There was so much work to do, and she would have gotten a better head start if she had slept the night away, but that didn't matter. She had work to get done, and apparently she had a few less hours to do it in.
First things first, she had to check in with Sam. She made her way out of the room, past the sleeping Nicky, and Felicia reclining on the couch and made a beeline right for the phone, dialing Sam's number and drumming against her fingers against whatever was closest to her fingers.
"C'mon, Sam. Pick up, pick up, pick up."