Who: Ruby noprettyface and Sam impureblood What: Meeting up Where: Probably his room When: After their conversation Rating: R Status: Closed/ Incomplete
Ruby knocked on his door, arms crossing upon her chest, and gave him five minutes to walk his fine ass over and open it. She didn't have a watch, but she didn't need one. After centuries on this Earth and in Hell, she had a pretty good sense of time and if it took him longer than that she would know he was up to something. Not that she didn't think he was up to something anyway. A deal for her blood? It had to be a trap. She was still waiting for Dean to come out of nowhere and stab her own knife into her back. Hell, she wouldn't be surprised if Sam just opened the door and did it himself. He said he didn't know whether he wanted to kill her or fuck her. Maybe the killing aspect finally won out.
Patience was never one of Ruby's virtues especially in unfamiliar territory and she raised a small fist again to pound on the wood, this time, with a bit more gusto behind it. "Sammy..." she purred against the smooth finish. "You going to let me in or am I going to have to break down the door? Easy or hard, it's your choice baby." Stepping back again, she folded her arms again on her chest and waited with a shoulder propped against the door frame.