WHO: Sam and Ruby. WHAT: Doing bad things. That are bad. WHEN: Late evening. WHERE: A motel, someplace downtown. RATING: TBD. STATUS: In progress.
Sam Winchester hated the Kaiser Chiefs. It was ironic that he had downloaded the song right before happening upon the demon named Ruby, particularly since the song was titled after her. He didn't know why it was still lodged in the massive stock of songs that he had tucked into his iPod, but when Sam turned on his truck that night the first thing that he heard were the semi-familiar guitar riffs followed by the annoying chorus chanting Ruby's name over and over again. The verses questioning as to whether or not the aforementioned Ruby was playing around with him made Sam nervous. He didn't like to think about it; he didn't want to. It was stupid, really, blocking out that part of him that was supposed to be wary of what she truly was on the inside. A nice, somewhat decent looking girl on the outside, but she certainly wasn't the prettiest little thing that he'd ever encountered deep down, despite what he kept telling himself. That he could trust her. That she was reliable. That this was Ruby, the demon who had been loyal and at his side for nearly two years now.
He rubbed at the side of his face, fingers grazing over skin that he realized could have probably used a good shave. Working, keeping himself busy, hunting, trying to stick around the family so that they wouldn't get suspicious. It was tiring him out to the point where he wasn't even bothering to bring a razor to his face every morning. He'd skipped a few days. Tomorrow he'd probably pick something up from the store on the way to work. His boss would give him hell - more than usual, surprisingly - if he came in looking like a rugged bum who just stepped off the corner and threw on a uniform.
"Ruby, Ruby, Ruby -"
The words blanked out the second Sam yanked his iPod out from the front and tossed it into the backseat. Fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly, Sam drove the rest of the way to the location he and Ruby had agreed upon with gritted teeth and an uneasy stomach.
God, if only they knew. Those were the words that nervously rang through his skull as Sam stepped from his truck and into the cold night air. Tugging the collar of his jacket up, Sam slammed the door to the truck behind him. He was actually doing this. Meeting up with her in some crap motel. Lying to everyone about some lame overnight shift that he didn't even have. Stock, he had said. He was working stock. Yeah, right.
Even though Sam had bought the room, he still found himself knocking at it's door when he came to it. He was nervous. Uncomfortable. This was different from their usual approach and he wasn't quite sure how to cope with the fact just yet. Particularly not when it was like this. He was meeting up with another woman, sort of, in a motel. While they weren't here for sex, they were still doing something that was very wrong - perhaps even more - and Sam was terrified that they were going to be found in the middle of it all. What if Faith found out? What if everyone found out? Swallowing hard, Sam looked down at his hands and shuffled from one foot to the other anxiously. That same old question that had crept into corners of his mind since the first time he had consumed Ruby's blood came back to him quick as a flash: What am I doing?