Entry tags:

jo harvelle, ruby, sam winchester

WHO: Sam, Meg, Ruby, Jo, and Cara. A few NPC demons too.
WHAT: Getting Ruby back; losing Jo.
WHEN: Not too long after the final seal broke.
WHERE: An abandoned house near the church.
RATING: High. Death and violence!

Lucifer was out of his cage. Free. Walking upon the earth, planning out his apocalypse, probably working on bringing forth the end of all humanity in itself in terrible, unimaginable ways. He would kill everyone. Lucifer would lead the front lines of the apocalypse and he would see the world burn. Sam wasn't a moron. He knew that was what they were all in store for. Sam knew that they were all royally screwed. After all, that was partially what Meg had been bitching on about through her happy little rantfest, wasn't it? They had lost in more ways than they could have ever imagined and it was all because he had gotten screwed into breaking the final seal. Lucifer. Sam angrily ran a hand through his hair. He was beyond emotionally and physically shattered at the moment, but that didn't mean that he was going to fall to his knees and call it quits. Maybe it didn't matter anymore. Going out of his way to so much as do anything - think, breathe, feel - maybe it was all pointless now that Sam had personally condemned the entire world to death. But knowing that Ruby was out there, probably hurting and alone because of what Meg had done to her made it impossible for Sam to stand around and bury himself in the fear and self-loathing that he felt. The world was going to end. Fine. But Sam was going to make sure that it didn't end before he got to see Ruby one more time. In a different body with an entirely different face, nothing more than a puff of black smoke - it didn't matter how he saw her. Sam just wanted to find her. Because if the world was ending, he didn't want for Ruby's last moments to be filled with nothing but pain and loneliness. Sam wouldn't let it end that way. Not for her.

Even though his perspective on the situation was wrong, Sam felt very much like the world was going to explode at any second. Lucifer was out. How long would it take for someone as powerful as he to destroy everything? Would he hesitate to do so? Would he do it right away? Would he set the end of the world at a slow, painful pace? Sam didn't know. He knew nothing now, except for how badly he had screwed everyone over. They were all going to die.

I've killed everyone.

Sam climbed out of the old car he and Meg (disguised as Ruby) had driven up to Maryland in earlier. They were no longer at the church. No, they had high-tailed it away from the exploding light and escape of the Devil as fast as they could have managed. Now? Now they were here. At this quiet, abandoned place littered with rusting fences, overgrown grass, and houses that were faded and broken. The neighborhood was an old one. If anyone lived in it before, it seemed to be evacuated entirely now. Sam was more than certain that was because the demons that Meg had been working with had taken it over entirely. No pesky humans to make things difficult. Sam scowled in irritation and moved around to the trunk of the car. Meg was trapped in there. With a Devil's Trap painted right on the inside of the trunk door, there was no way that she could escape without Sam letting her out. Sam reached into his pocket and grabbed the knife he'd stolen from her. Ruby's knife. As far as Sam was concerned, Meg didn't deserve to touch it. She had already disgraced Ruby enough as it was by walking around and pretending to be her for so long. But she'd get hers for that, all right. Once Sam had Ruby back? Meg was going to suffer more than she had in her entire pathetic existence. Sam was determined to make Hell look like a walk in the park for what she had done.

Sam pulled the trunk door open and immediately jabbed the knife at Meg's throat. He hated that she was wearing the face that Sam had become so accustomed to calling Ruby's own. "You're going to cooperate. If you don't? I'm going to stab you in the neck." Sam pressed the blade roughly against her throat to illustrate his point. "Which house?"