Who: Ruby & Lucifer What: Calling it psychological breaking would be too nice Where: Ruby's Dream When: Late Night Rating: High ish for themes, its a Ruby dream set in a convent now with added freakin Devil Status: Log, Complete
Settled atop a quiet corner of a particularly large mountain, the convent in itself had once been a very beautiful sight to behold. Years of hard work, dedication, and pure faith had kept it intact. It had been a place of worship. Of honor. Love. Loyalty. Nothing could have brought it's walls down - not even the Devil himself, so long as those who lived within maintained a strong and dedicated faith to their God.
How very wrong they had been.
It was simply a memory. A dream, really, being re-lived inside of the head that the demon, Ruby, had claimed as her own. The beautiful convent had been transformed overnight into the playground of a dark, twisted thing. Something that even those who had dedicated their entire lives to acknowledging the existence of demons and fighting against them through prayer and belief could never truly stood against. Not in this world. Not anymore, for God no longer seemed to care. Lucifer watched invisibly as Ruby tore the place apart. Spilling the blood of the religious with a dedicated passion, all the while laughing and taunting each of her victims. It was a fascinating sight to behold, yet typical nonetheless. Ruby was, after all, a demon. Lucifer had created her kind. Barbaric behavior such as this was entirely in her nature, for it inevitably brought out the truth in all that she had come from. The human race. Father's prized creations. They were simply this. Monsters. Pathetic, blood-thirsty creatures driven by their animal-like urges and motivations. Lucifer watched Ruby proudly, knowing all the while that she was proving him right. Every little thing that she had done, every little thing that she was going to help him do. Humans - and all that had come from them - were nothing more than a very large mess that needed to be cleaned up. Fortunately for the Earth, Lucifer was finally free to pick up that broom.
Once the last notable body had fallen, Lucifer appeared behind Ruby in the form of the vessel that he had chosen for himself. Her fun and games were over - for now. It was time to talk.
"If you're dreaming of this, you must miss it," he noted, looking at nothing and no one but Ruby. None of the bodies mattered, nor the blood. This was nothing.
There was blood on her hands, Of course there was always blood on her hands but this time it was very real and very there. They dripped in it. She hadn’t noticed until Lucifer had spoken because all she’d thought of was the kill, taunting each one before their death, asking where their god was because hers was oh so real, just trapped. Making the kill as creative as she could because then Azazel would be happy with her, proud of her. She was recreating his favourite kill. She was being a good demon. And now the thought of it turned her stomach. Because on some level Lucifer was right and she did miss it. Not her conscious self. But a part of her she buried as far as she could because her love for Sam and everything she’d accomplished since she’d fallen in love with him would always win out. But she was a demon. And this memory and others like it were still a part of her. She pulled her knife, her prized knife from the body of the Mother Superior and turned to Lucifer, all too aware now that it was a dream.
“No sense in lying to you is there. Part of me does miss this, part of me always will, you should know that. But you want to know why I dream it. I think its a reminder, remembering who I was and remembering what I’ve become because of Sam. And if this is some get inside my head and tell me that one day he’ll say yes to you nonsense then don’t. Its wasted on me. I know how you work, I know how you twist things so they’re just true enough to hurt. You forget what I was. ...who I was. I gave you all of my faith and all that I was, but that was before Sam. That was before I understood why humanity deserves a chance to grow. Before I saw just how wrong you could be.”
She looked around the convent then, black eyes returning to their current human form, of course she hadn’t looked like this when she’d killed these people but she was just reliving it, just going through the motions. “...He was so proud of me when I called him here, when I showed him. Said he was right to choose me for the job. He said he’d send one of the others to Stanford to teach Sam that everything eventually leaves him and people around him get hurt and he’d save me for when it really mattered. Final run. I remember how happy I was then, but it wasn’t real happiness. Real happiness was standing up in front of real friends and telling them, and telling Sam, and even telling one of your brothers that Sam and me were forever, that I loved him. You say you understand us, how can you if you want to rip that away from me.”
Ruby shook her head, “I made the right choice walking away. Faith in you means nothing and some day Meg and the others will figure that out.”
It was very amusing, watching the demon erupt at the mere sight of him. Lucifer tilted his head to the side, the expression on his face clearly stating that he found the rants escaping Ruby more entertaining than intimidating or upsetting. To credit her, Lucifer would happily agree that Ruby had a little more fire in her than the average demon. Today, that may well have been something that Ruby might have found promising. Something to take pride in, to acknowledge as more of a strength than it was a weakness. In Lucifer's eyes, it was both. Ruby would be stronger when the time was right, but her strengths were indeed her weaknesses and that would inevitably be the reason why both she and Sam Winchester would fail against him.
"I'm not here to convince you that Sam will agree to become my vessel," Lucifer stated, stepping over one of the bodies that Ruby had scattered throughout the aisle he had appeared on. "He will; whether you want for it to happen or not, but that's not what I want to talk to you about." That wasn't entirely true - but it wasn't a lie either, which only validated Ruby's phrasing about Lucifer being truthful in ways that hit people where it hurt. Lucifer, on that note, would deny nothing. "I'm here to talk about your situation. Once Sam becomes my vessel, you will be needed. More to the point -" He vanished into thin air, then reappeared behind Ruby. Rather than presenting himself in the form of his current vessel, Lucifer displayed himself as the one that he would wear in the future. Sam Winchester. The man that she had married. In Sam's own tone of voice, he finished his statement. "- I'm gonna need you, Ruby."
He put on a tiny smile, almost perfectly - but not quite - mimicking one that Sam would have offered Ruby in one of their own quiet moments. "I know that it's hard for you to understand, but it has to be this way. There is no one else that I can use to do what needs to be done. You once understood that, before you began to change." Lucifer tilted his head to the side once more, brows rising curiously with the gesture. "And was it really for the better? You lost your mentor. Azazel died, because you chose to turn your back on what you once believed in. Will you watch everyone you care for die because of this man? Your friends? Your family?" Lucifer tried for a sympathetic look. It worked surprisingly well with Sam Winchester's face. "Perhaps even Crowley?"
Lucifer gestured to their surroundings. "You claim that what you felt here was false happiness. Why were you laughing? Why were you smiling? There was no one else here with you, Ruby. It was you. Only you." Lucifer looked to the right, where a second Ruby appeared, dragging a nun across the room by the hair. There was a distinctively wild, maniacal glint dancing in Ruby's eyes as she began to torture the poor woman she'd sent spiralling to the ground. "You were happy and free. More importantly, you were yourself. Today, you're restrained. You have to question every little thing that you do. I don't see much happiness there, when compared to this" He indicated to the second Ruby, before making her vanish. "Do you?"
As he spoke, spouting some nonsense about her being needed Ruby could only shake her head, it was stupid, she wasn’t going to be needed, she wasn’t going to be his ever again. Her situation? It was just the same as... Bastard she thought, eyes narrowing as Lucifer vanished and reappeared behind her in the form of her husband. He sounded just like him when he spoke and Ruby didn’t need to turn around to know what Lucifer head done, the sound of Sam’s voice alone made her freeze in place. He was going to need her, what did he mean by that, did he mean that she’d do what she’d done in a future she’d do anything to avoid. She wasn’t stupid and she was never going to be that woman again. Not ever. This little trick wasn’t going to do a damn thing no matter how cruel it was. “I remember being shown a future where you win.” she told him, voice cold as ice despite her fear. “I remember the choices I made because of how much I love Sam but that's not how its gonna be, I refuse to let you do what you did to him in that world, he was insane. Barely even Sam anymore, lost inside his own mind because of the horrors you inflict on the world and no. I’m not letting that happen.”
He kept up the talk, telling her there was no one else, that she’d once understood that but she’d changed. Well of course she’d changed, and how dare he say it wasn’t for the better, she had friends now, real friends, real people that cared about her, and she had Sam. Someone who loved her with a deepness she wasn’t used to feeling directed her way with such a positive emotion. And people she cared about weren’t dying because of Sam, Azazel was...well he’d had to die hadn’t he, he’d caused too much hurt. But when had she ever thought like that before And as for the mention of Crowley, even in her dream Ruby wanted to protect what little defence he had left, though she suspected there wasn’t much. “...I don’t care about him. Why would I? Just another demon. Figured him for hiding away till this was over, too much like work for him to...” Unless Lucifer knew, unless he could tell it had been Crowley that had given her away, Crowley that she confided in about missing this life sometimes, Crowley that admittedly never failed to try and convince her to act on those urges. Who was she kidding, she’d miss him if he was gone, and one day he probably would be. He was a demon, a proper one, and he’d do what he needed to for his own gain. He just wasn’t the most loyal of the bunch.
“You make it sound like Sam is some kind of death omen. He’s not, and if he is we made him one, his parents, Jessica? We did that to him and I’m not proud of it. In fact it makes me sick even to think about it because I know him, because I know how much every single loss hurt him. I’m not going to be used by you. I’m not going to be another pawn for you to get to Sam. He deserves so much better, he deserves a proper wife, one that loves him, one that fought tooth and nail to become the kind of person he deserves. I gave up everything I was and I don’t regret it. Because I’m learning how to be what I maybe should have been, what that little whore of a witch gave up when she kissed her soul away.” Ruby felt altogether justified in her comments and was about to turn away from the face of her husband when Lucifer pushed it that one bit further.
She watched herself, the glee, the lust for the pain she was going to cause, the torture beginning, skilled like she’d learned on the rack, and oh but she was good at it, physical, sure that was more Al’s thing, Dean had been the protege on that. But there were few who could have beaten Ruby on the psychological. A novitiate. Not even a nun yet and Ruby was making her beg to be freed, Ruby was making her sin, taking her through all seven. She’d done wrath by this point, stabbing Ruby in the stomach, Lust...oh she’d had fun with lust...
No.
“I was happy. I was doing what Azazel would want. I always followed. It took Sam to make me stand as my own person. He doesn’t just want me to be his, he wants me to be. And that is more than anyone in hell could ever give me. It is false happiness, or the happiness of someone who doesn’t know any better. And yeah okay I question, I restrain those urges, but I do it out of love. And love is the most important thing. ...All you need is love” she said with a wry smile remembering that stupid movie with the singing on the rooftop. She didn’t miss the person she’d been enough to ever disappoint Sam again. She loved him.
A visit to the future? Hm. Lucifer would have suspected Michael as the responsible party for that one, if not for the fact that his brother likely did not have the patience to bother with escorting humans through time. Someone else, then. Someone working with Michael, hanging on a lower branch of the family tree. Making a note to look into the details of Ruby's version of Back to the Future, Lucifer began to move even closer to the demon. He wasn't going to let that little tidbit throw him off his game. "Then I was right, wasn't I? Sam did say yes, which means that he will." He was pretty sure that this was the part where Ruby would claim that they could change the future, but Lucifer wasn't going to let her get that far. Not without getting his own say in first. "You do realize that if that future was strong enough for you to be sent into, that it's very likely to be the one that we're all spiralling toward, no matter what you know or intend to do to prevent it, don't you?" Another sympathetic look. "You can deny it and swear to fight it all you want, but the truth is there. I will win. When you've spent as long as I have, planning and waiting for your moment, then it's inevitable. I will get what I want, Ruby. You should know that to be true. Or have you forgotten all that you've learned of me, throughout your years of worship?"
Lucifer was standing closer to Ruby now. A few more paces and he'd have been able to reach out and grab her. Fortunately for Ruby, she had nothing to fear by way of her personal safety at the moment. This was a dream, no matter how real it may have seemed, and Lucifer couldn't physically harm her here. That didn't make him any less intimidating. The way he carried himself alone, with that sense of raw power and pride, was hard to battle when paired with his unflinching gaze. "You cared for Azazel," Lucifer said, calling her bluff, "and there is much to be said about Crowley and his loyalty as of late." Rumors, mostly, but Lucifer was beginning to suspect that there may well have been some truth shuffled in all the gossip. "I'm much older and far more wiser than you, Ruby." Lucifer's expression darkened, briefly - almost in such a way that, if you blinked, you'd have missed it. "Don't lie to me."
She was consistently battling his statements with denial and an annoying sense of self-respect and entitlement - as if she actually believed that she deserved to be her own person, let alone have a relationship with his vessel. Ruby should have been kissing his feet for letting her so much as look at what was his, but no. She was acting as though he were burdening her, rather than gifting her with something that may well have been among the highest honors he could have granted one of her kind. It was downright infuriating. And yet, here he was. Playing it calm. The cage had, for the most part, helped him gain some level of patience.
"If that were true, then why does Sam refuse to accept you as you are? Why does he force you to fight who you are and what you really want to do, rather than embrace it as you've done for him?" Lucifer was pushing her. It was necessary. He needed her to be on edge. To doubt herself, along with her husband. Sam would be much easier to break if his relationship with the demon that he loved was in ruins. And all Lucifer had to do was plant one seed. One tiny, little, speck of doubt and disaster would soon be well on it's way. “He should be able to love all of you. Instead, he asks you to change yourself to suit his needs. When has he ever done the same for you? At least when you were working alongside Azazel, he respected you enough to acknowledge what you are at heart. Sam never will. Should you ever slip up or make a mistake by way of your true nature, he will turn on you. Is that love, Ruby? Is walking on eggshells for the rest of your life truly what you need?”
He could think whatever the hell he wanted, he could think he was right, that Sam would say yes no matter what. He didn’t know Sam. That was what the difference was. He’d never known Sam the way she did. And what he said about the future, that wasn’t true. It couldn’t be. It didn’t matter what he said. He wouldn’t win, he wouldn’t take Sam and they could fix this, they could stop him. Because she refused to allow for anything else. She had found the love of her abnormally long life and she’d never give him up. Especially not to Lucifer. She looked up at him, he looked like Sam and it distressed her more than she would let on to him. She remembered when he’d looked like Sam, it had been so like him but for an arrogance that he carried with him. Cold. Always so cold. He moved closer to her and all it did was cause her to tense up. He needed to back off. Or at least not look at her like that Like he could see all the way into her soul.
“I did care about Azazel. And Sam knew that. He accepted that, he understood how hard it was for me when...” The memory wasn’t a pleasant one, being told he’d died at Mary Winchester’s hand. Being told she’d lost him all over again and feeling bad for daring to miss the monster that had so destroyed the lives of the family she had come to call her own. It didn’t take a genius to work out that she missed him terribly. And Crowley was...she didn’t even know what Crowley was to her, a friend; one she knew someday would betray her for his own gain, but a friend nonetheless. He had always been there for her, always been someone she had enjoyed spending time with and much as she knew he’d always try to tempt her she didn’t cut him out of her life. At the same time she didn’t tell Sam about the temptation. He wouldn’t understand, he’d go after Crowley all guns blazing. It wasn’t a lie, it just...was better, easier.
When he told her not to lie to him, Ruby found herself nodding in spite of herself. Maybe it was what she was at heart, or usually anyway. But she couldn’t lie to him. She wouldn't. She hadn’t missed the expression. And it still bothered her. He couldn’t know about her marriage though, how her and Sam got on. He could know everything about her life as a demon. But Sam. He didn’t have a clue.
His next words though, they cut deep, deeper than she could have imagined. “Its not that he refuses, he just knows I can be better. I know it too. I don’t want to be her...the demon I was. I don’t want to go back to that. I might dream about it, I might still know how she works but no. I’m not her, not anymore and Sam just wants me to be someone worthwhile. I just want to be the wife he deserves and if that means walking away from that life completely then that's what I’m happy to do.” And she was. She didn’t miss this when she was with him, when she was the Ruby he’d helped her to become, okay a few dreams, and people like Crowley in her life tempting her back to how she’d been was one thing. She didn’t need to give in to it and she never would. And he loved all of her, of course he loved all of her, he’d said as much in his vows hadn’t he? He just wanted her to be all that she could be, better than just some demon like Meg. She was better than that. It wasn’t to suit him, but he couldn’t have let himself love a monster forever and she wouldn’t have asked him to.
“You’re wrong, Azazel, he used me. He used all of us. He might have thought I was the best of his demons but I was still just something to be used. I’m not ashamed of my past and Sam doesn’t want me to not acknowledge it. He just wants better for me. And that's not a bad thing. It doesn’t mean he’s changing me for his own good. He wouldn’t be with me if that was the case, he’d have dumped me for Jessica Moore when she was here. If he wanted a perfect little wife it would have been her wouldn’t it? But no, he chose me. He loves me” She found herself hating the angel she had once worshipped, she didn’t need to think of any of this, she didn’t want to think of it. He would not be allowed to put doubts like this in her mind. There were no doubts. Sam loved her and she loved him. That was it.
"It's actually very sad," Lucifer said, "how much you have to defend your husband for the crimes that he has committed against you. For all that understanding and acceptance, he still felt nothing but joy when Azazel fell. In fact, if I remember correctly - after all, I was recently inside his own head - he wanted to to do nothing less than dance on his grave and uphold his own celebration in honor of Azazel's murder. Do you think he enjoyed having to sit around and comfort you while everyone else was doing exactly that?" Lucifer shot Ruby a pitying look. "You'll have to forgive me if I find that sort of behavior less than respectful." He was hitting her in all the right places. And while Ruby did have a good defense system, they both knew that she couldn't stand up to him forever. He was Lucifer The creature that she herself had worshipped once upon a time. Eventually, she would cave. The demons, Lucifer found, always caved. They were usually the first to do so.
"You want to be the wife that he deserves." Lucifer didn't even think about it. He put his hand on Ruby's shoulder and squeezed it, doing so all too gently for the creature who was looking to destroy all of humanity and everything that came with it. "Marriage is a two-way street, Ruby. He should seek to become the husband that you deserve, just as well. What if he had? Wouldn't that be better? You wouldn't have to question yourself all the time. He would have to change for you. No rules, no boundaries, no complicated family restraining either of you from your true potential." Lucifer couldn't help but tempt that mass of darkness inside her. The chance to be free, with no human restrictions while still clinging to the man that she loved, had to be an intriguing idea, at the very least. Ruby was changing herself, yes, but she was still a monster deep inside. That would never leave her, no matter how hard she tried to be Sam Winchester's idea of an 'acceptable' wife.
He released her shoulder and vanished again. When Lucifer reappeared once more, he was the mirror image of Ruby's own vessel. In her own voice, Lucifer said, "It'd only take a few drops. You could change everything." To Ruby, that would have meant a change in her personal dynamic with Sam Winchester. To Lucifer, that would have meant Sam weakening more than he already was. Losing control of himself, falling victim to a substance that Lucifer could provide him without limit. There were so many different ways to put a crack in the walls of their relationship. All Lucifer had to do was find the right footing in and they’d be ruined. Ruby would turn away from Sam. Sam would lose all faith in himself. The world. Everything. The rest of what mattered - his family, that was - would break easily in time. Sam wouldn’t have anywhere to go. He would have nothing left and, when that happened, he would say yes. A man without family - man without hope - would be what Lucifer claimed as his own when the time was right. All he had to do was nudge everyone in the right direction, so that they might well get where they needed to be in order for that to happen. The rest, they would do themselves. They would tear each other apart and all Lucifer would have to do was wait. Centuries in the cage had made him a patient creature. He had very little difficulty acknowledging that gaining access to his vessel would take time.
Ruby could never understand why he was so easy to listen to. Why thoughts she’d never have had before started to make a wrong kind of sense because it was him saying them. Maybe she had made all the changes in her relationship and in her marriage? That wasn’t fair was it, she wasn’t supposed to change all the way? And that side of her that still desperately craved the darkness, the side of her she let out when she and Sam really let loose together, she missed it sometimes. Missed how easy it had been. And Sam, he had that darkness too, so maybe if they just gave into it a little more, maybe if he opened his mind just that little bit to the dark then... What was she thinking? This wasn’t what she wanted, this wasn’t it at all. She’d been happy to change for him because she’d been the one that had had to change, she’d been the one that came from a place of pure evil and wanted to be something better for him, there’d been times when he’d offered her his soul on a silver platter and she’d turned it down. Because it was Sam she loved, flawed and imperfect as he often was, he always tried, he always fought his darkness and he was her example.
Lucifer’s hand rested on her shoulder, and it was cold. Colder than anything she could have expected it to be. But then it made sense she supposed. All the same though, no matter what he said to her, she didn’t want that darkness, she didn’t. Not ever. The husband that she deserved, she was lucky to have him. Lucky to have managed to pull herself out of the arms of hell and into his. “...You need to leave me alone now.” she said matching the coldness in her own tone. “You need to stop this cause it is not going to work. I love him too much for you to just...” It would be easier, she wasn’t denying the easier, or how much more freed Sam himself would be. He hid himself from the darkness too, maybe not as much as she did but he had to. But then suddenly everything shifted again and he was her. He had become her and he was talking about the blood, a few drops to shift Sam on his axis a bit, tilt the scales back toward dark, take away Mary and John, Adam....Dean. There wouldn’t be any Dean to worry that she wasn’t good enough for him, to watch her. Always watching..
No.
“I changed because I was the one that needed to, not Sam. He gave me every single chance, more than he probably should have. He showed me better than you offered. He picked up what you made, what Azazel shaped from where it was in the middle of a road one night and he made it into a real person, sure I’m still a demon and he knows that, he knows what I was, I’ve explained the kinds of things I did. But because of him I have a chance. I’m respected, I’m trusted, and you could never offer that. You especially could never offer love like that. Real and honest and yeah sometimes messy and angry but the bad parts lead to the better parts. To the reasons I do this. I’m not gonna deny...it sounds right, what you’re saying, but its not. Not at all.” He needed to get out of her head now. Needed to leave her alone, let her live happily in her marriage because she knew the blissful peace she’d found would shatter. Lucifer would see to it, but Ruby would see to it that her husband survived and lived to fight Lucifer. No matter the cost to her.
“Of course I could never offer you that kind of love,” Lucifer pointed out, as if it were the most simple thing in the entire world. “Look at you. You’re a demon.” There was nothing beautiful about her, outside of the sense of poetic justice he felt whenever a demon came along to prove him right about the barbaric nature of all of humanity. “The difference between Sam and I is that I will always be honest with you about that. Will he? What will happen the day he realizes that you are, in fact, nothing more than a monster? You may pretend to be one of them, but you never truly will be. At least by my side, you will be standing with your true brothers and sisters. You will never find that with the people you are following now. You will always be alien to them. You will always be that creature that they will always have to watch, for fear of you turning on them the second they leave their backs facing you.” It was something that Ruby had to fear. Lucifer found that declaring all of this in such a matter-of-fact manner while wearing the face of her current vessel only seemed fitting. It was her fear. Who better to bring it to light than herself?
“One day, he will leave you. You’ll do something wrong. You’re a demon; those urges you feel, that need to spill blood and cause chaos will never stop. You may have fooled yourself into believing that you can resist the temptation now, but you won’t. Sam will either leave you or kill you by the end of your relationship. If not by force, then it will be when he surrenders himself to me.” He shifted again, turning back into the first vessel he had been wearing upon entering her dream. The simple man with the sad eyes, who had lost everything before Lucifer had taken him as his own.
“You need to listen to what I’m saying,” Lucifer told Ruby seriously. “I’m not saying this to anger you. I want you to be honest with yourself. If you don’t do something to ensure that Sam will not leave you, he will. One day, he will. Be it through your blood or a deal -” One that would likely go straight to him, but there was really no need for Lucifer to bring that up. “- it doesn’t matter. He will leave you. For what little time that you have left with him, you should see to it that he doesn’t go running by the end of it all. Because, Ruby, you will slip up. You will make a mistake. One mistake. And that is all that it’s going to take.”
Ruby couldn’t answer him anymore, her smart answers, her righteousness slipped away just from the entirely logical sounding points he was making to her. He was able to do this. So easily and in the end all she could manage to do was scream, a wild broken sound that seemed to fill the convent and echo further than it should have. She didn’t stop, didn’t bother with anything so needless as breath. Until finally after letting the fear and rage and hurt out she found that she had crumpled to the floor at the feet of her maker. “...Get out” she mumbled, the phrase growing in volume as it was repeated and repeated. It seemed there was nothing else she could say to Lucifer. He changed back to the original body he’d taken and still she couldn’t look up at him, couldn’t meet his gaze, couldn’t even manage to make her feet work, for something that was a dream it was entirely his dream now, he controlled it more than she ever had.
Finally she closed her eyes, prayed to be back with her husband and made as ready as she could to hide any tears that might threaten to fall, because as much as she wanted to be back beside Sam in the crappy motel they’d stopped in on their hunt for Dean, as much as she wanted to find comfort in his warmth now that she herself was a disgusting dead cold thing that she had no demonic power left to keep warm. She supposed she was more alien now than ever before. Maybe that’d make it easier on them all to see her like that. And Sam shouldn’t see her tears. He had enough to worry about.
Like the monster. Like they all saw her. All except Sam and she was dragging him down, eventually he’d realise, of course he would. Or even if she didn’t, then what would she do to him. make him dark. Make him like her. Like Lucifer wanted.
Or worse.
She couldn’t she wouldn’t....Why wouldn’t she wake up? She wanted to wake up.
Ruby was crumbling. The words that he had spoken were beginning to break her and all Lucifer could do was watch as she began to scream. It was a scream filled with anger and agony, all at once bringing on such a strong sense of satisfaction within the archangel that he couldn’t help but shoot Ruby a confident smile. She knew that she was going to fail. She was going to help him take his vessel, whether she wanted to or not, and she was going to do it because - at the end of the day - she would always belong to him. Ruby was no longer denying anything. She was letting her emotions get the better of her - letting Lucifer get the better of her - and that was how he knew that he had won. There was nothing more to say or do. That crack in the wall, the one that would ultimately tear Sam and Ruby apart, was already beginning to spread. It was only a matter of time now.
“No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, I will always win. Sam will be mine. And you, in the end, won’t be able to stand against him.” Lucifer’s smile grew. “Or me, for that matter. Because when that time comes, Sam and I will be on the same team. You’ll see, Ruby. You will see.” Lucifer left it at that. If need be, he would return another night to talk her down again. In fact, if he had to, he would come to her every single night to drive the point home. Though Lucifer felt that it wouldn’t be necessary. If he had been able to reduce Ruby to a screaming, trembling wreck in one go, how much more effort would he have to put in to break her? She was already broken. She just needed to remember that.
“Don’t forget what I’ve told you,” Lucifer said, giving their surroundings one final once-over. “I’ll be seeing you very soon.”
And with that, he was gone.
Her eyes opened slowly as she realised the dream, along with Lucifer himself had faded, and she was back in the bed she was sharing with Sam. Not in their apartment, Not in Lawrence. But a few towns outside the city. Ruby was oh so tempted to wake him, to curl into his warmth, to say to hell with his rules and ask him to comfort her, or better yet, distract her enough that she’d forget her dream.
But instead she slipped from the bed, quickly throwing on jeans and a top from the duffel bag she’d brought on the...she supposed it was a sort of hunt. A walk was what she needed, maybe try out some of that vampire speed. Maybe just speed to a different town for a while. Maybe find a bar.
...Yeah she was a Winchester alright. Because right now a bar sounded like the best place in the world. Resealing the salt line behind her, Ruby closed the door of the motel, and slipped into the night faster than most could see.