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winchester, sam. (ex_demonbloo908) wrote in wariscoming,

Sam couldn't touch her the way that he used to. It had been easier back then, just to reach into that body she had taken to and grab onto her. Sam could remember that moment in which he first discovered how it felt, back in that old warehouse where he and Ruby had been training together. She had felt so...odd. Yet he hadn't been afraid of her. Ruby felt nothing like any of the other demons he'd exorcised in the past. There was a cold, yes, but it also had something warm mixed in as well. Something that Sam liked to think existed because of all the time that they'd spend together, making Ruby less like them and more like...not like him. Ruby would never be like Sam or any other human in the world, no matter how much easier that it probably would have been for the both of them. But she was still far, far away from the creatures that Sam hated with a passion. She was her own brand of creature. Something new and alone. Only one. There was only one Ruby.

"I can think of a few ways," Sam said reassuringly, not wanting to stray too far into the subject no matter how badly he wanted to. Talk of his abilities led to talk of her blood. Sam didn't want to talk about her blood. If he did, he'd end up ruining tonight. Sam would think about how good she tasted, how much power there was running through her - No, Sam reminded himself, you're stronger than this now; you're going to marry her, so you'd better get it together, man. He couldn't have feelings like that anymore. Not if they were going to get married. Sam closed his eyes and drew in a sharp breath, steadying himself. Then he squeezed at her hip, opened his eyes, and smiled. There. A little better.

"You're not that tiny?" Sam shot Ruby an incredulous look. "Ruby, even compared to a normal person -" Sam leaned back to look her over, looking for all the world like he was stopping to check and make sure that he was right. Yep, he was. "You're tiny and pocket sized." Sam put his other arm around her waist and nodded happily. "Yeah, we're doing this. But we can't get married until you admit that you're teeny," Sam informed her. "I mean, c'mon. A person half my size could pick you up, throw you over their shoulder, and cart you around for giggles." Sam shrugged. In fact...

He grabbed her around the waist, bent forward, and hauled Ruby right up and over his shoulder. Grinning, Sam stood up, arm tightening around her so that she was securely hanging over his shoulder. "See? Easy. Now admit that you're tiny."