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winchester, sam. (ex_demonbloo908) wrote in wariscoming,

It was a good thing that Ruby had remembered that Sam needed to breathe, because Sam sure as hell wasn't thinking about things like that right now. Oxygen? Who needed it? He was engaged. He didn't need anything but Ruby anymore! He could go on without breath, he could jump off a building and be okay, he could stare Lucifer down right in the face and tell him to fuck off because he, Sam Winchester, was going to get married. He was going to be happy with his demon, he was going to show Ruby a kind of love that no one in Hell could ever display on her behalf, and he was going to sure that Ruby stayed safe for as long as she was with him. That'd be forever, right? Ruby was wearing the ring. She was his forever. Sam grinned happily against Ruby's lips, his kisses bordering less on the desperate for her touch and more along the lines of downright excited. This was the best that Sam had felt in a long time and nothing and no one was going to take that away from him. Sam tightened his hold around Ruby's waist, maneuvering his arm around her side and allowing his fingers to slip up underneath the edges of her shirt.

"I wish I could feel you right now," Sam told Ruby, breath warm against her skin. He let his forehead rest against her own, eyes squeezing shut thoughtfully as his fingers gently smoothed over her hip. "Like I did before. 'Cause I think feeling you now, with all this..." Sam tangled a hand into her hair and kissed her again. She knew what he meant. It wasn't about physical contact. They had once been able to go deeper than that, to an almost overwhelming degree. How would it feel now? Was every bit of that darkness inside of her rushing in excitement? Would she even feel the same at all? This was a whole new thing, for the both of them, and Sam...he felt different. Not bad, just...better. And then, with a surprising lift of his eyebrows, Sam realized exactly why that was.

They were both happy. It didn't happen often. Not because they were miserable together, but because there was always something going on out there that made their relationship complicated. The world ending, his family, the demon blood addiction, Ruby teetering on the edge of good and evil. Even now, they still had Lucifer to worry about. Sam had thought that over too. He didn't know if either of them were going to make it out of this end of the world thing, but he knew one thing for sure: if there was anyone out there that he wanted to spend the rest of his days riding it out with, it was her. Sam liked to think that, maybe, Ruby felt and understood things the way that he did on that level. This wasn't a pity proposal. Sam wasn't asking her to marry him because he believed that they weren't going to last long enough to actually have to settle down and deal with that. Sam was asking her to marry him because he loved her. And if they didn't make it through this apocalypse, at least Ruby would die knowing how much she meant to him. He would have spent the rest of his life with her. He planned on it, if they survived.

But Sam didn't want to think about that. So, instead, he pulled back from Ruby and playfully pushed some of her hair out of her eyes. "I love you too, Miss Pocket Demon."