Who: Ruby and Castiel What: More broken than even she knows Where: Ruby's apartment When: Evening of the 29th Rating: TBD Status: In Progress
Ruby had never been more terrified of anything in her entire existance.
She was a bad person obviously, in that she wasn't a person first off, The kid was just that, just a kid, and she'd had to blow him off out of fear for what he was. Who's he was. Contrary to what she assumed to be popular opinion she didn't feel jealous, she didn't feel maternal. She didn't feel anything for the fact that Sam and Faith would have a baby but a blinding fear. Because a baby would likely share traits. The blood Sam possessed, it was a catylast for what was already inside him. For what he was. And did that mean that the kid, that Michael was that too.
He had posted and Ruby had thought about the gain, the power. She'd wanted to harness that power more than anything in the world. Just for a split second, she was what she had been again. The Best. The Most Loyal. She'd been ready to do what she needed to do to get the kid under her control and as soon as it had come the feeling had left her with a slightly nautious knot in her stomach.
And then the kid had said Sam had never forgiven her, in so many words anyway. Either way he'd broken her heart.
She'd wanted to vomit.
But Ben and Castiel had told her it was okay to think what she did because she hadn't contiued the line of thought, offered to be there for her. Older Ben who was so wise beyond his years, so kind to her. And Castiel whom she loved had told her that she would keep going, taking steps forward, and with a quarter gone bottle of tequila in her hand she'd asked Castiel to come to her, and he promised her that he would.
So she sat, numbly watching the sceen before her, the happiness of the Winchesters, confusion, shock, but happiness too and remembered when she'd been a part of that. Before she'd destroyed herself and very nearly Sam too.