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Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost (frostandsnow) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2011-01-06 03:24:00

Entry tags:

dean winchester, ruby, sam winchester

Who: Ruby, Sam Winchester and Dean Winchester
What: Panic in da Room
Where: The Panic Room
When: Jan 5th Late Evening
Rating: W for Winchesters
Status: In Progress

Dean was a moron.

There was nothing else to be said for it. He was a self sacrificing moron. Of course she was marrying another self sacrificing moron so she couldn't feel too angry with Dean. He'd been trying to help in his own way she supposed. Of course help in Dean speak meant giving up everything he was so Sam and everyone else got to be safe from Lucifer. He'd give himself to Michael and it would all be okay. That was the logic as far as Ruby could work it out and she didn't get it. She knew she'd fight for Sam, for the people he loved and the people she was coming to love too. But she wouldn't fight stupid. She wouldn't throw herself blindly at the enemy the way these boys seemed to love doing. And there was no denying that Michael was the enemy. What else could he be. The Archangel. The most dangerous of them by all accounts. And Dean had expected things to work out. He'd expected that they'd all be fine with him having his chosen vessel. He was ridiculous.

And Sam, Sam was hurting and Ruby didn't know how to make it better. What could she say that would make him feel like this wasn't his fault. Because in typical Winchester fashion he had decided that of course it must be his fault. That he'd messed up. The family were crazy. There were no two ways about it. But she loved them all the same. And when she'd said she'd marry Sam she'd also taken on responsibility as part of them. Also, if she was honest with herself she'd caused part of what had lead to moments like this. Working with Azazel and Lilith she'd done this to them. Brought this life to them when Mary had wanted nothing more than a normal life for her sons. But this wasn't her time to dwell on the past and feel bad for what she couldn't change. She'd just have to go ahead and make her amends now. By helping Dean, making him see what he'd done was the wrong way to go about this and by being there for Sam.

He was already at the door to the panic room when she came down the stairs, still getting a thrill at jumping over the salt lines like they were nothing. The wish was holding. And she could go into the room with no fear at all. But she paused at the door where Sam was holding a tray and rested a comforting hand to his arm, leaning her head against him just for a moment.

"This is going to be okay. You're going to be okay and so is Dean." she told him as softly as she could manage to speak with Dean the other side of the no longer intimidating iron door. "I love you and I trust you and we'll fix this." she added and looked over toward the tray. It didn't look too appitizing but then she hadn't been allowed to cook so it couldn't be too bad. She believed that was one of Dean's requests, not let her anywhere near things he'd be eating.

She'd have been insulted, but it was fair.

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ex_demonbloo908
2011-01-06 07:58 am UTC (link)

Meatloaf, string beans, and mashed potatoes. All things considered, Sam didn't think it a shabby meal. It was better than him delivering a plateful of greaseburgers or whatever, anyway. Dean would complain. He'd scowl, he'd pitch a fit, he'd bitch and moan about how the food was crap, as was Sam's treatment of him, but whatever. This was what happened when a person went nuts and decided to agree to the terms of a delusional, obnoxious race of higher beings with a plan set in motion that none of them had seen coming. Balancing the tray in his lap, Sam waited quietly, perched against the edge of a stack of crates - likely filled with rock salt - that Bobby had left stacked against the back wall. He could have gone in, sure, but Sam wanted to wait. If Ruby went in with him, maybe it'd be easier. Maybe she'd help him feel a little bit stronger - maybe she'd make it so that he didn't feel so completely useless whenever he saw his brother holed away in there all desperate, angry, and miserable. Eyes squeezing shut, Sam dropped his bandaged hand (two broken fingers, just as he had calculated post attacking Bobby's poor shed) to his side and kept a firm grip on the tray with his good arm. What now?

It was a question that had repeatedly pushed it's way through Sam's mind these past couple days. One that, even with everyone else here, Sam had been unable to figure out the answer to. He didn't know what to do. Didn't even know what to say half the time, except that Dean wasn't coming out of that panic room until he was sure he wasn't gonna go running off on them again. Sam didn't know if that made him the worst or the best brother in the world.

He was gonna stick with the worst, for now.

Sam wearily opened an eye when the sound of Ruby's feet began to thump along the wooden steps across the room. Straightening up, as to not make himself look so uncertain and pathetic, Sam cast her a half forced smile, half grimace as she crossed the lower level and joined him. Sam leaned into her touch as her hand went to his arm, finding a tiny bit of comfort in the small gesture. "I hope you're right," Sam said worriedly, his voice carrying itself quietly as well. "Just, look, when we go in there...don't expect him to be pleased to see either of us, okay? He might be out to 'save us' in his own stupid way, but he's not happy with us in the slightest." Sam shot Ruby another feeble smile. "And try to keep your temper in check." Carefully, as to avoid tipping the tray over, Sam stood up. He used his injured hand to balance it from the bottom, tilting his head toward the iron door ahead to indicate that Ruby take the lead and open the door for them both.

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withgunsdrawn
2011-01-08 03:05 pm UTC (link)

Dean was starting to get a little stir-crazy. Okay, that was kind of a lie - he’d been stir crazy for the last couple days, restless as all hell, which was just winding his mood tighter and tighter into the biting, sarcastic one he’d maintained since they’d found him and tossed him in here like he was some kind of prisoner...

Apparently wanting to save the world was punishable by locking him in a stupid, resonating metal room that gave him a headache, and then leaving him with nothing to do. Anyone who knew Dean even a little bit would have known how bad of an idea that was. He got bored in about thirty seconds under ordinary circumstances - this was torture all it’s own. There wasn’t even a freaking book laying around, and he had yet to be able to pickpocket Sam’s phone from him...

All in all, it sucked.

The room wasn’t big enough for, like, laps or anything, and he had a feeling running around in here too much would only serve to make him dizzy, make the walls feel even closer and the sound in here echo more while the room closed in. He wasn’t ordinarily claustrophobic, or anything, but after a couple days of being trapped...

He was pacing restlessly when the door opened, skittering back to the far side of the room and away from the door as it did. He didn’t really feel like being punched again right now, and he never could be too sure who was coming in, or how much they wanted to beat him up for trying to help them. Stupid.

Sam, he figured, had it out of his system by now (although it looked like he’d been taking things out on more than just Dean’s face, if his hand was any indication; he pointedly ignored the impulsive brotherly concern that surged forward at the sight of the bandages there. Bandaged meant broken, or at least a bad sprain, and that was his fault, he may as well have reached over and done it with his own hands), but Ruby hadn’t been in here yet - and for all that Sam punched like a freaking train, Ruby probably could break his face. Like Cas should have been able to do.

Still, immediately as they were inside he had his arms folded and a scowl on his face, “Dying of boredom in here, guys. Even friggin’ dogs get to go for walks.” Bitching about how much it sucked in here was easier than trying to figure out a way out. Maybe if he was just annoying enough, they’d let him free. Figure he was done, let him go... yeah, right. He doubted any of them would fall for it a second time, which begged the question what the hell did they want from him? Because as far as he could see, there was no solution to this, not until Lucifer was already dealt with, and there was no way they could let him rot in here forever, right?

...right?

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frostandsnow
2011-01-08 08:43 pm UTC (link)

With another squeeze at her fiance's arm Ruby crossed the room just enough to make sure Dean didn't do anything stupid while Sam was putting down the food. Because she would fling him against the wall if he decided to try making a run for it. "You're not leaving yet Dean. And you know I can stop you if you try so just play along okay?" she told him, watching him while Sam put the food down. Now that she was here though she found herself at a loss as to what she would actually say. She was sure his family had said it all, called him every name under the sun. Cursed him to high heaven. Or perhaps not that far given the circumstances. All she did was stare for a few moments.

"So what did you think you were doing?" she asked finally. "I mean I know, you guys and your sacrifice yourself for the world attitude but it won't help. Giving yourself to Michael it won't help and whatever he tells you, or offers you or whatever, Angels lie as much as demons do. Think about it. Actually think as opposed to just blindly rushing in. Did you talk to us Dean, or Cas, he could have explained the whole thing. But no, you just went and did it. I could actually punch you right now but I'm not sure what good it would do."

She looked around the panic room, still facinated by the place but very happy she wasn't trapped in it, even without the demonic trappings affecting her. Dean had to get past this. It was the only way he was getting out of here. She cast a glance to Sam to get him to come and stand by her and say his own piece, holding a hand out for him to take.

"You can talk to us you know. You were an idiot but you had your reasons didn't you. Tell us." she asked Dean.

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ex_demonbloo908
2011-01-09 12:44 am UTC (link)

"Dogs don't go looking for ways to get themselves killed," Sam replied shortly, dropping the tray of food onto the tiny, metal table on the far side of the circular room. "Not actively, anyway." Every time Sam found himself inside the panic room, he felt a sharp twinge attack his insides. Bitter memories from his detox in part, but mostly because now it was Dean that was trapped inside. Being held against his will, captive like some kind of criminal awaiting his sentence for a crime he'd committed. Worse yet, like an animal. Something that needed to be caged, otherwise it might well do something dangerous and crazy. As much as he was the one keeping Dean hostage right now, Sam could understand where he was coming from more than he cared to admit. Dean wouldn't know that, though. He didn't remember locking him away. Didn't remember keeping Sam from chasing after Lilith, for the good of the world. Because Sam had felt like that had been the right thing to do. His mouth involuntarily twisted downward into an abrupt grimace. Right thing. Yeah. More like the biggest mistake of his life.

"I'm sorry," Sam apologized, for what must have been the hundredth time since he'd locked Dean away. "But this is for your own good." Crossing over to where Ruby was standing, Sam took her hand into his own, gripping it for support more than anything else. He needed her there with him. If anything, it'd keep him from snapping in anger or going at Dean like he did Dad, with stupid tears in his eyes and the inability to coherently talk about how he felt. Right now, she was his rock, because Dean couldn't be. Not anymore. Not like this. "I take it you haven't changed your mind any? Still gunning to go out and play the martyr again?" Probably. If Dean had changed his mind, Sam thought he'd be able to tell. With the sarcasm and obvious exasperation in his brother's demeanor, it didn't much seem like he'd had a change of heart.

Bringing Ruby along might have been a bad play in his book - it wasn't like Ruby and Dean were the best of friends, nor was Ruby known for taking the most tactful approach with people - but he was running out of options and ideas here. If his own family couldn't convince him to reign in the crazy Michael venture, then who really could? "You can be pissed at us all you want, but you're gonna have to listen - not actively bitch and scowl at us whenever we open our mouths - and talk to us." Otherwise, he'd probably end up getting punched again. This time, possibly even by Ruby. And if Dean said something that warranted the punching, Sam didn't know if he'd be able to bring himself to stop her. He certainly wasn't making any promises.

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withgunsdrawn
2011-01-11 11:44 pm UTC (link)

What, did they seriously think he was going to make a break for it? Dean’s expression went from annoyed to amused, eyebrows quirking up and his mouth twisting into a smirk, as Ruby practically threatened him if he tried to get out. Yeah, because he was stupid enough to try something like that. Even if he managed to get past the demon and his giant, ridiculously fast brother, he wouldn’t get far. Between Sam and Ruby, Bobby and Dad and Mom - and Cas, if he was still around? He wasn’t getting to a car, let alone off the property. And it wasn’t worth the beatdown he knew he’d earn himself if he tried.

It didn’t take long for the amusement to fade back into sullen and annoyed, though, and he paced a little - restless, more restless than he could ever remember being in his entire life, in here - arms still folded tight across his chest as both of them basically took this moment to chew him out, question everything he was trying to do, and then demand that he open up to them, as if this was going to turn into some kind of sappy, senitmental moment where he poured his soul out to them and then decided they were right about everything and that his brilliant idea was stupid, and they’d cry and hug and maybe there would be puppies and unicorns and rainbows. Yeah, right.

“So what’s happening here,” he started, once they'd both finished speaking, half-unfolding his arms just enough to point a finger in their direction as he paced, “is you’re locking me in here until we have a giant chick-flick moment and hug it all out, right?”

His pacing brought him over to the cot, and he flopped down on it on his back, arms up behind his head, “Sorry. Not gonna happen.”

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frostandsnow
2011-01-16 12:43 pm UTC (link)

Ruby didn't get him, not at all. She understood that he thought he was doing the right thing but knowing what she'd been told about the angels. How he could have thought this was a good idea was beyond her. But then he didn't know everything she did. He didn't know about everything Cas had said to her and Sam and the previous Dean. He hadn't remembered being messed with by Zachariah. That damn amnesia thanks to that bitch Bela Talbot. And because of that he was so convinced he was right that he was refusing to listen to any of them. Cas and her she could understand. But his family. He needed to start listening to them. And he wanted out, wanted free so he could go and do the same thing all over again. Say yes and mess things up so completely for the rest of them. His family, his friends.

"What's happening is you stay here until you realise how much of a moron you've actually been. You never even gave us the chance to explain any of this to you before you decide saying yes to an archangel was the best option you had. You wanted to let him use you when you know they want Sam dead as much as anything, just in case. Did you even consider that, did you ask anything at all or just go ahead and assume you knew what was best."

Pacing was remarkably annoying when she wasn't the one doing it. He was sulking, talking about how they were expecting some kind of chick flick moment, well she wasn't, and she was pretty sure Sam just wanted his brother not to give up his existance for their mistakes. "Look Shortbus, all we want, both me and Sam. Is just to talk to you, figure out why you're so insitant on doing this, tell us your reasons, we'll tell you why we disagree and we'll figure this out"

When the hell had she become the rational one?

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ex_demonbloo908
2011-01-22 01:42 am UTC (link)

Sam rolled his eyes and drew in a deep breath. It wasn't easy, keeping himself from snapping around his brother. All he wanted to do was jump at him, grab Dean by the neck, and shake him hard. Didn't he realize that he was being incredibly moronic? Did he know how much he was hurting everyone? How badly this was all gonna turn out for everyone if he ran off and actually did say yes to Michael? A large part of Sam's rationality had long since decided that Dean hadn't thought all of this through. That he had just seen the opportunity to protect and save his family somehow, but hadn't realized that by 'protecting them' that he'd be inevitably destroying them. Fingers tightening around Ruby's own, Sam set his mouth into a tight, thin line and looked away, the tension in his jawline showing as he tried to keep his temper clamped back a few paces. No need to get violent again. Though he still couldn't make any promises on Ruby's part.

"Man, you just got your memories back. Do you really think you know every little detail about what's been going on around here? Shouldn't you be more focused on figuring out what these angels have been doing all this time rather than running to them the second one of them throws some shiny offer in your face? Come on, Dean. You're smarter than that." Way smarter. People didn't give Dean enough credit sometimes, but Sam did - much as he liked to give him a hard time. He just didn't know what was going through Dean's head now because this, all of this, wasn't the way out. Not in a billion years.

Drawing in another breath, Sam let go of Ruby's hand and folded his arms over his chest. "Tell us what made you think this was a good idea. Tell us why you think you can trust these angels." He shrugged, looking less than enthused. "Then we'll tell you exactly why you're wrong."

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