WHO: Sam & Ruby. WHAT: They need to talk. Ruby is being avoidy. So Sam...improvises. WHEN: Late afternoon. WHERE: A quiet room at Bobby's place. RATING: TBD.
It had been a few days now and Sam was still getting nothing from Ruby. No conversation, no explanations. For the most part, she was avoiding him. Rather actively, too. Sam didn't know what to make of that, since usually it was the other way around. He'd get annoyed at Ruby, he'd avoid her for a while, then when he was feeling less angry he'd come find her and talk things out. But the roles were reversed this time and Ruby wasn't trying to sort things with him. And as much as he wanted to give her the space that she needed, it had been a few days. A few days was a long time in his book; it was a long time to be away from someone you loved. Enough was enough. They had to talk and, even if that meant that Sam had to take drastic measures in order to see that through, then that was what they were going to do. So as soon as training had ended for the afternoon, Sam found a closed off room that was a little ways from everyone else and drew up a Devil's Trap on the floor. Traps were pretty commonplace at Bobby's, but there wasn't one in the room he had in mind so he snatched up some chalk, drew up a few sturdy symbols, and dropped a well-sized rug right over the drawing as soon as he finished. Then Sam propped the door open, snatched up Ruby's bag, and brought it back to the room where he'd hidden the trap. Once there, he dropped the bag on top of the trap and retreated to the kitchen to wait. Considering that the room wasn't too far off from the kitchen, Sam figured he'd see Ruby on her way when she headed in that direction. Until then, he decided on sitting at the kitchen table, hands smoothing over the wrinkled pages of one of the books that Bobby had left lying around. Something about omens - he wasn't exactly paying much attention to the text before him.
He was examining a picture of a man sitting on a black horse when he caught a glimpse of Ruby in passing. Knowing that she'd eventually see her bag sitting in the room - after all, he'd left the door open so she couldn't exactly miss it - Sam flipped the book shut and got up from the table. He walked over to the fridge, pulled two beers out, and carried them with him as he walked toward the room that Ruby was inevitably going to find herself trapped in.
He knew that it was a douchey move, trapping her like this. But what else could he do? Sam didn't want to wait anymore. They had to talk and they had to do it now.