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winchester, sam. (ex_demonbloo908) wrote in wariscoming,

It was really strange, explaining all this to Ruby. Some of the stuff, like his explanation on dealing with guilt, was a mash-up of things he'd said to her before. Yet explaining humanity, trying to get the idea of how they all got along every day...it wasn't easy. He'd never really had to say it to anyone before, had he? Everyone else he knew, they were all mostly human. They understood. Ruby didn't.

“You should slow down a little,” Sam suggested, nodding toward the bottle, “you don't have the same tolerance you used to have. Take it easy, okay? And, yeah, the burn and taste – it's normal.”

He wasn't strong. At least, Sam didn't feel like he was. He just felt...normal. To think that, from her perspective, he was some kind of demon blooded Hercules worried him. Did she really feel that pathetic? Sam let her hand go and went for the cabinet just past her head. A first aid kid found it's way into his grip and Sam dropped it onto the counter beside Ruby. The wound wasn't too bad, but he didn't think Ruby needed to stare at it any longer. It'd only make her more miserable. “Some things will change,” Sam agreed, “but you're not defenseless and you're far from useless. You just gotta figure out what you're good at. We'll get you to practice your knife work with Jo and I'll take you out to the shooting range and show you how to get a handle on a couple different firearms. You're not just gonna magically be tough overnight, you know? Anyway...” Sam picked up her hand and carefully pried the whiskey from her grip. “You know I'll always protect you. I don't care how strong you are. Human, angel, demon, Queen of Hell – I don't care.” Sam looked Ruby in the eye. “You're my wife. That'll never change and you will always be protected. That's not changing just 'cause you lost your powers. You think I care how strong you are? You think I'm gonna drop you 'cause of that? C'mon.” It wouldn't be any easier, with all the lurking threats constantly ringing their doorbell, but they'd deal. Sam would make sure of it.

He slid her palm open and looked at the wound. It needed to be cleaned. “I think you need to trust me. I don't expect you to deal with all this right away. It'll take a lot of time. But I need you to believe that I'm going to help you every way I know how. I love you too much to let you drown in your own humanity. That's what I think. Okay?”

Before Ruby could steal the bottle back, Sam added, "Now hold your finger out. This is gonna sting like a bitch, but a little pain can be good for you sometimes." In this case? Keeping her finger from getting infected. When she was ready, Sam tipped the bottle over and poured some over the cut.