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winchester, sam. (ex_demonbloo908) wrote in wariscoming,

The granny comment seemed to perk Ruby up a little. Sam couldn't help but flash her a cheeky grin. “Nah. You're hot. For an old lady.” This wasn't the first time that he'd poked fun at her age before. She seemed to think it funny and, if the idea of her being so old compared to him had ever bothered him before, it didn't now. Her age rested on the same vein as her origins, right along with what she was. Had been, anyway. At first, all of that had been more than intimidating. A demon who was well versed in black magic and had been around the block more than a couple times? The combination in itself was enough to make any intelligent hunter uncomfortable. Ruby didn't make Sam uncomfortable anymore, though. It was strange and everyone who wasn't them would never truly get it, but it worked. They worked, weird combination and all, and Sam refused to believe that what Gabriel had done to Ruby would ever tear them apart. This was just another rock in the road. They'd move past it once they figured out how to deal with it.

But dealing was for tomorrow. Tonight, Sam was going to let Ruby vent. He'd sit here and he'd make sure she was all right and he'd do what was needed of him, because he cared too much about her to let her drink herself into misery alone.

“I'll make you a deal,” Sam promised, “if you don't give me too hard a time when I put a plate of real food in front of you, then I'll cut you a break on the fast food. As long as you're not drowning yourself in grease every friggin' night like someone we know –" Also known as Dean Winchester. “- then I won't give you a hard time when you wanna splurge.” Which meant he wouldn't stand around in the background scoffing and making huffy noises. Sam found he was very good at scoffing and making huffy noises when he needed to. It was an art form, really.

The memories from when Ruby had been a vampire were...interesting. There was the good, like the sex in crazy places that Ruby always seemed to somehow pull out of him. Then there was the weird, like his fascination with her newfound lust for blood – particularly his blood. The bad was also there, though, because eventually Ruby's need for blood began to rapidly turn into the out of control state that Sam once himself had endured. The crazy, unstopping need for more always pounding through every part of one's being, driving them into a mode of pure desperation and aggression and...

He set his jaw up tight, remembering that he was with Ruby.

Sam's tension died away a quick second later, once he remembered, again, that with her like this, that wasn't gonna be a problem anymore.

“Little bit. Very small,” Sam admitted, shrugging awkwardly. “I've got a preference to you when you're not going through every bit of what I did, too. Least when it started getting bad...” She sat up and leaned in for a kiss. Sam was happy to give it to her. With the neck of the bottle trapped by his fingers, Sam put his arm around Ruby's back and pulled her in close, lips carefully meeting her own. “You'll do fine,” he assured her quietly, “I believe in you, all right? And if you screw up, so what? You are human, aren't you?”