WHO: Sam & Ruby || later, Dean. WHAT: Sam wants to prove Ruby wrong. Of course, this means doing something stupid. Sam is very good at that. WHEN: Early evening. WHERE: Their apartment. RATING: PG-13.
That was it. Sam was sick and tired of Ruby coming at him out of the blue with pile after pile of self doubt and worry. Sam got it, he did - it wasn't easy coming back from being the bad guy, especially not when it came down to adapting into his kind of lifestyle, but there was still that place where Ruby needed to realize that he wasn't the one that she needed to worry about here. Sam had asked Ruby to marry him. He wouldn't have bothered if he genuinely thought that there was something about Ruby that wasn't right for him. To see Ruby go out and question herself, to wonder if wishing herself to be completely different to suit what she felt fit into his needs really bothered him. To bend over backwards and wish herself into something she wasn't for him. Sam didn't like it. Maybe he would have before, when he had been ashamed of their relationship, but Sam wasn't ashamed anymore. People could say what they wanted about them. In the end, Ruby was the one person in all the world that Sam was in love with. So long as he had her, what everyone else thought didn't matter. She made him happy. They made each other happy. That should have been more than enough for the both of them, but it wasn't. And that? Well, it took Sam to this unpleasant place of worry and anger that Ruby probably didn't even know existed. Why? Because she was so busy worrying over how imperfect she was. About how she wasn't right for him.
So Sam had decided to change that. He'd show her the truth, with no barriers between them, and Ruby simply would have to do away with the self doubt. It made sense to him. It was a stupid plan, yes, but it made sense. He called Ruby back to the apartment, arriving there shortly before she did herself, and rummage around through his weapons closet for a particularly sharp knife. Undoing the buttons of his shirt, Sam walked into the living room, set the knife onto the table, and looked up in time to see Ruby coming in through the front door.
"Drop your stuff and get over here," Sam said forwardly, finishing with the buttons. He shrugged his shirt off and threw it onto the couch, then he turned to face her with a determined look on his face.