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winchester, sam. (ex_demonbloo908) wrote in wariscoming,

Sam nodded, closing his eyes. The blood did make one hell of a difference. He wasn't as tired as he usually would be from using his abilities like that. Especially when it was something that he was still trying to get a handle on. Sam had learned enough over the past year to know when he needed to walk cautiously and it was definitely whenever he was trying to master a new ability. "Appetizing is definitely not the word to use for it," Sam mused, breathing in and out slowly, "I hate it sometimes, but I've learned to trust you. You know what's best here." She knew how to get him to Lilith. And her blood..."I think I'm gonna need you around more." Sam opened his eyes and focused on Ruby. "I feel so drained when you're gone and I think it might be more than just me missing you. You said that wanting the blood was okay. But what about needing it?"

Normally, Sam wouldn't go out of his way to admit that he needed something like that. But he had learned a lot from the time that he had spent with Ruby. She cared. And she was good at listening. Hearing the lock click again, Sam relaxed just slightly, his arms tightening around Ruby as she moved in closer. He hated bringing it up, but it was important. And he needed to know if there was more to this blood stuff than they had anticipated.

"It's nicer than I thought it'd be," Sam told Ruby, "just being with you like this..." Sam kissed Ruby on the cheek, one hand sliding up so that he was able to trace over her lips with his thumb. "God, forget the blood." Sam frowned, suddenly feeling as though he was being incredibly stupid. Here he was, on his one night out with Ruby for two months, and all he could talk about was her blood. What was wrong with him? "In fact, forget this motel room." Sam sat up a little, his hand reaching out for her own. "Why don't we get dressed? We could go outside. Look at the stars. Do something. I don't want this night to end here with me groaning on about how much of a weirdo vampire wannabe I am. It's our first night together in months and I want it to be about you."