Who: Ruby and second!Sam What: Sammy needs her When: Wednesday night Where: the Hotel Warnings: tbd (probably mentions of addiction, blood)
Two years was a long time. She'd heard that the angels had burned the demonic blood out of Sammy's system--and with it his extra special demo killing power--but that didn't make him any less dangerous. Especially if he had the Knife, or the Colt, or if he'd taken using again and he was hungry. Especially when he and his tough-talking doppelganger had apparently either held her down for Dean to run her through, or killed her themselves.
But that's what made it fun.
If it wasn't dangerous, if it wasn't pushing the limits of safety and sanity, then Ruby just didn't feel it. Granted, she wasn't as outright psychotic as some of the demons she'd known--who'd helped to make her into what she was--but she was still a demon. And after all, nobody who'd sold their soul for vanity, power, and pride ever liked to sit, simmering in ennui.