WHO: Sam & Ruby. WHAT: Practice makes perfect. WHEN: Evening. WHERE: Abandoned building. RATING: TBD. STATUS: In progress.
Head held high, Sam glared down at the demon tied down into the chair in front of him. His game face was on. Narrowed eyes, clenched fists, squared shoulders. From day one, Sam refused to allow any demon to ever see any of the vulnerability that lay within him. Even back when Dean had been dead, Sam had always stared off at his enemy as though he had nothing to fear despite what he was actually feeling on the inside. Now, after all that time and practice, he didn't appear much differently beyond that glimmer of confidence that was dancing in his eyes. Sam knew that he could take this demon. He could send the damned thing straight back to the pits where it belonged with a wave of his hand. It was easier now. So much easier.
But he wouldn't do it until Ruby told him to. Not until she gave him the final word. That was how the training went. She was his teacher. He was the student. And if he wanted to get that A+ on his work, he had to make sure that he did everything as the teacher wanted. The teacher, however, was currently outside. Fetching her knife in case something turned sour. Other demons could have set them up; they could have played this off like the demon before him was all alone and try to get the drop on them when they had the chance. Not a risk that they were willing to take, even if Sam was getting better at what they were working at.
"The two of you are disgusting," the demon snarled, angrily tugging at the ropes that bound his wrists down.
Rolling his eyes, Sam dipped his head down to check at the trap the demon was sitting in. "Tell someone who cares," he muttered under his breath.