He was on edge. She could tell that right off. He was angry and confused and worried that they’d come back and Ruby knew precisely why. Didn’t blame him either. These people were his peers. Fellow Hunters. People who did what they did for whatever reason, usually cause something awful happened to them at the hands of a monster and now he had to contend with those same people looking at him like he was one of those things they had to fight. She stayed close to him, giving him all the comfort she could but how could it ever be enough for him. She’d caused this. He was right though. They would be back, and maybe this beautiful sanctuary they’d found together wouldn’t be as hidden as they’d have liked. But Ruby was tired of running. She wanted this place, and no matter what she had to do, she’d have it.
“I don’t know. I guess that compulsion thing works huh? Not that I have any idea how or anything but they’re gone. At least for now, and that’s good. That’s the best we can hope for right now isn’t it. So how about we focus on this Hunt for now and then we’ll work out if they’ll ever come back, maybe the compulsion thing really works and maybe they never will.” She was being hopeful, she knew that as well, it was naive to assume they’d heard the last of Hunters, if not those two then others would surface. She supposed Sam Winchester and his demon bitch were too much of a target not to send teams after. But it was so unfair. He didn’t deserve this. Oh she did, she completely did. But Sam was paying the price for everything demons had put him through. Again. “You have to expect it I guess...they’re going to want to come after us. But you know its not your fault. You know you shouldn’t be held accountable for what these people think of you. That’s cruel. You’re so much better than they see you, you’ve fought against everything we did to you and come out stronger. Come out fighting and if they could just see that you then maybe...” Of course that was naive too but all the same she hated to see him like this.
She’d kissed him already, hoping to push all the anger and hurt away with that one gesture. Wasn’t that what a wife was supposed to be able to do? Make it better simply by being there when she was needed. But now that she’d done that she wasn’t sure what the next move should be. Bluster on and get back to the hunt, give him a distraction from the thoughts she knew would be rushing around his mind. Or sit and talk about it, make him confront those feelings head on? Of course that had the worrying possibility of making things a whole lot worse. The decision was a quick one, they would discuss it later, she’d learned when one pushed Sam they sometimes got the opposite of what they had intended, he’d gotten very very good at closing off over the years. Probably she’d had a lot to do with that when she’d started using him to further her own ends.
“Right. They’re gone and we have some spring cleaning to do on our new place. Get to digging” she said simply, a strange false bravado covering her worry. She too found herself gazing in the direction of the people she’d made leave with the power of suggestion alone. It wasn’t over. That much was very clear to her. But they’d won the battle.