WHO: Sam & Ruby WHAT: Sam has something he needs to ask Ruby. WHEN: Evening. WHERE: Their apartment. RATING: TBD!
Azazel had gotten away, but Mom was safe. The fact that they had failed to catch him was frustrating for all parts Winchester, but the important thing was that Mom was alive. It was completely up in the air on whether or not she was actually okay, but she was certainly alive. They also knew that Azazel was out there, which meant that they would be able to prepare for the moment when he chose to strike at them again. That was, if they didn't find him first. Sam was personally doing all he could to dig up information on the whereabouts of the demon, even if doing so was proving to be just as frustrating as the concept of the son of a bitch escaping to begin with. He wouldn't stop looking. Azazel had nothing but death coming to him and Sam would be damned if he didn't see to it that Azazel received it specially gift wrapped from Sam himself. In the meantime, though, Sam had other things on his schedule. He had taken the time out to make sure that Mom was okay (she seemed to be, but Sam was pretty sure that half of the stubbornness in their family came from her side), so now Sam found that - outside of searching for Azazel via omens and word of mouth - he could finally focus on other important things too.
Like Ruby. They had been up and down on one hell of a roller coaster ride lately, but things were getting better now. Sam had realized that she had only been looking out for him and his family and Ruby had, once again, proved that she still had his back. She could have shrugged and agreed to feed him as much blood as he wanted because of the situation that they had been in, but Ruby had refused him. She knew that Sam couldn't handle another dose of blood. It'd be the end of the line for him; he'd never come back from it, not again. So she told him no. She dealt with his anger, his terrible behavior, and stuck by her decision all throughout his breakdown. It might have seemed like a tiny thing to someone else, but it wasn't to him. Ruby had gotten stronger lately. She was learning to say no to him, she was thinking for herself, she was looking out for his family, and she was making right decisions without Sam having to tell her the difference. Sure, she slipped up every once and a while, but who didn't? As long as she didn't go running back to the other side or take up killing humans again (which was never going to happen, because Ruby was different now), she'd be fine. Sam was sure of it.
Knowing that made Sam sure of another thing as well. Something that he had been considering for a very long time and was finally fully ready to follow through on. He had been pushing himself to wait for a more appropriate time, like while they were on a date or something, but Sam couldn't wait any longer. What they went through with Azazel, among other things, really had put things in perspective for him. He was ready. And maybe, because of how sure he was about Ruby, she was ready too. If Sam waited any longer to get what he had buried deep down for weeks now out in the open, maybe he'd never get it out there at all. Things were always happening in Lawrence. Demons attacked them, monsters rampaged the city, one weird thing after another happened without fail, and the apocalypse in itself was getting worse and worse. Waiting wasn't an option anymore. He needed to do this, because if he didn't maybe he'd never get the chance to. Sam needed to ask her and he needed to ask her now.
He pushed away from his desk, rough hand sweeping across his face and through his hair in one motion. Sam rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and pushed up from the chair he'd been sitting in. Right. Uh, how was he supposed to do this? Just ask her? Get down on one knee? Crap. He needed to look semi-presentable, didn't he? Sam paced the length of their bedroom and turned to the mirror. Plaid shirt, rolled up to the elbow. Jeans. Boots. God, his hair. What was with his hair? Anxiously, Sam ran his fingers through it, nervously trying to make himself look like less of a slob and more of a...something else. Something nice. What was nice? Smelling good. Yeah, that was nice. He reached out and picked up his cologne, spraying the bottle at himself a few times. Maybe a little too much. Making a face, Sam waves his arm through the air and tried to waft some of the scent away.
Okay, he was making it worse. He needed to just...put it out there. If he didn't do it now, he never would. Sam had to remember that. "Uh, Ruby?" Sam looked to the partially ajar bedroom door, knowing Ruby was only a few rooms over. "I need to - could you come here, please?"