This place was all kinds of perfect aside from the unfortunate murders that had been committed here. The important thing was that it suited them, she could see that right off, the space, the slightly rural outlook, the fact that it was very very haunted. She didn’t mind that, it was still kind of them and it made sense to her that they live in a place like this. And they could make it theirs. The ghosts would be gotten rid of and this would become not just a house to them, it would be a home. He grinned at her and Ruby smiled back, entirely happy that this was her life and he was her husband. Lucifer could say whatever the hell he wanted to her, this was her life, this was her choice and it didn’t matter about her dreams or her past.
Sam loved her. Much as he probably didn’t love her sense of humor. Even though secretly Ruby thought he did. “You never stop me inflicting horrifying images on Dean and if you could get me alone in the Impala again when it wasn’t for a serious reason you know full well you’d love a repeat performance. “ she told him. The ritual sacrifice, that wasn’t the same at all, she didn’t...joke about it per se. Did she? Either way she was pretty sure Sam laughed at her jokes.
She’d been right in thinking she’d pushed it with the comment though. His forehead did that crazy wrinkling thing it did when she’d gotten something wrong and Sam didn’t know quite how to tell her so. But she paused as he went on, the look in his eyes changing from confused to...she didn’t know quite what, a dark seriousness as he reminded her of the things he’d done for his brother. If she was hurt who was to know that he wouldn’t do the same. When he spoke, she wasn’t sure if it was worry or a strange kind of pride at just how much he loved her and what he’d be willing to do for her. She didn’t want him to cross lines like he had before, of course she didn’t. But at the same time a part of her knew just how powerful he was, how powerful he had been in the past and just what he was capable of. And all of that rage and fury directed at any who crossed her... Ruby just watched him for a moment as they walked, mostly unsure of how to feel about it but knowing she loved him more and more each day just for being who he was. The faint smile back to her, relaxed her just a little after the fact and she prepared herself for the hunt a little less worried than she had been. Until the thing decided to be a bitch at her. It was definitely going for the scare tactics, pity it was dealing with a demon then wasn’t it. “We can try the trees back there but if nothing else we can figure out what we’re working with tonight and then figure how we do this, if we need to call in backup or whatever. But look at us, we make a pretty good team don’t we baby.” she said, eyerolling at the smashed vase. It was ugly anyway so she wasn’t too upset by it, but at the same time it was her ugly ass vase. Or it would be soon enough. “I do want the house” she said with a grin, throwing her backpack on the floor and pulling out an iron bar before kicking it across to Sam. “Take out what you need and we can work out the rest from there.” This was going to make for an interesting experience, in many ways her first hunt with her husband. “We could get a TV show you know, like those Ghostwhatever guys. We’d do it better, and think how much money we could make!” She was smiling through a lot of bad thoughts right now admittedly and throwing herself almost entirely into this hunt but there was nothing wrong with that was there?
“How do we go about this?” she asked Sam, figuring just glaring at the house probably wouldn’t cut it, therapeutic as it was.