Ruby was oddly fascinated by the idea of this house. It was something so normal, so beyond them that she wanted it. It was a tiny screw you of her own to Lucifer that she and Sam could live in a place like this. Maybe get a dog or two to go along with Fluffball, maybe eventually open themselves up to the possibility of... The thought died even before she could consider articulating it, that was stupid, she was a demon and he...they’d make a monster, a tiny little evil hell thing. But maybe there was something, someday. Not now, the thought terrified her. But the house was a step to a life. A life that wasn’t lead by Lucifer, or war or death. A life that was his and hers and a life that was shared. She loved him and this was what their next step was. And she could see Sam’s mind working, he was planning things, planning uses to the space, rooms, hunting supplies. Ways to protect them both. He was seeing the possibilities just as she was and it amazed her to think that it was actually something that had become real. For a couple whose entire relationship had formed around seedy disgusting motel rooms and snatched moments here and there they’d come a long way, sharing an apartment, marrying and now this.
A place like this, a place that would be their own. Not in a shared building, not paying rent to someone else. A place in rural land where the neighbours were a walk to the edge of their land and then some. Oh she wanted it. And Sam wanted it too, she could tell. “Its amazing. It’s perfect. It’s just, y’know...a creepy murder house full of ghosts but then its us right? Where else if not a place like this?” she said amused.
She took a shovel and looked at her husband critically. He didn’t look well, though of course he didn’t. She’d done that to him hadn’t she? She’d hurt him because with this stupid vampire stuff she needed his blood. Craved it, and it bothered her more than she could possibly let on even to him. He knew how she felt about vampires in general. And this was worse, she had woken up last week to find that she was one. It was disgusting. And all she’d wanted was blood, she craved it like nothing else and she knew in a twisted way it was a fair turnaround for what she’d done to him.