Who: Ruby and Dean Winchester What: Confession the First Where: Hospital in South Dakota When: 22nd August Rating: TBD, There will be rage :p Status: In Progress
Ruby had managed to sneak away from Sam when he'd been, well, demanding. She'd let him drink from her as usual, as they'd pulled into the carpark of the warehouse she'd spotted and he'd taken a lot, left her weak actually. But that had been okay. She'd waited, eyes closing occasionally in the passanger seat of her car, But she'd found herself unable to resist, she'd somehow managed to get out, to leave the body where it was and just watch Sam at work. He'd been so focused, so perfect.He'd enjoyed every second of the torture and the kill. It was everything she'd always wanted for him. Everything she'd dreamed. So why did she feel sick, why did she feel like she'd done something awful when she was just doing her job.
She'd returned to her body and she'd cursed, ranted, cursed Kira, cursed Dean, Cursed Lilith and the now dead Alastair and she'd cried, tears of guilt for the demon she'd be betraying with what she had to do. For the father she was damming to a lifetime in the pit. There would be no last seal. Because she'd help him get Lilith now. Kill her before the last seal and he could really save everyone. Heaven and Hell could have their machinations. She was out. She was out because she was in love. She was in it now exclusively for Sam. If he'd let her.
Thats what she'd tell him.
Or. She could get him ready now?. Get him to kill Lilith before the appropriate time. He would never have to know she'd betrayed him and they could go on as they were. It was good as it was, a beautiful lie she never wanted to change, and for a little while she thought she could be content with that. Live the lie. Let him drink from her, let him continue to love her and be loved by her. But he'd returned, all full of worry for Dean and not thinking as his eyes remained dark. They'd faded quickly. Killing someone like Al would have drained him. Killing him. Al was gone forever and Ruby could hardly imagine hell without its Grand Inquistor. Lilith would be furious. But she'd watched Sam the entire journey to the hospital. Predominantly worried of course, but with a confidance she hadn't seen before, cold, almost haughty. And a look in his eyes she'd never expected even with the most awful of things she'd done to him. No, no he had to know the truth. If she loved him. If she really loved him. She'd tell him.
When Dean was better.
Dean. Fuck he'd kill her, Kira was wrong and she'd get no happy ever after with Sam because his brother wouldn't allow it. He wouldn't. It wasn't in him to. Which was why the plan had come to this. Sneaking away from the man she loved, into his brothers room and locking the door, holding it closed with just an expanse of power. Because it was very very clear to the demon that the only way she could confess her many sins to Dean Winchester and surrvive, was when he was hooked up to machines and hardly able to move.
"Dean" she'd started, knowing he'd think the worst, think she was here to finally seperate him and Sam forever. And it would be so damn easy but she knew, she just knew if heaven wasn't watching then Castiel was. Or Anna. Thats why the hex bag she always wore was a comfort. They couldn't hear. It was something. "I don't even know where to begin, because the truth is...I hate you, I have ever since we met. When I was spouting all that stuff in the car park of that crappy motel, about how hell would be for you, how it'd destroy everything you were. Make you one of us. I relished it, I loved every little pathetic terrified flinch and everything you did to cover it up with bravado, and I hate you Dean, because...you killed him. That night in Wyoming. You killed Azazel you son of a bitch and you made hell....hell. For me at least. He was...he wasn't a tyrant like you might have heard. Not to me, not to those who believed and I was the best of them. The other demons, they're so much lesser anyway that it doesn't even matter how he treated them. He chose me for something. Something that...now I'm betraying so completely I don't even understand it all myself. Anyway, I wanted you to know that. That even though you killed him. Even though you're lying there helpless and I could end you with a wave of my hand...I'm not going to.
Thats not why I'm here. I need to tell you, I need you to see and you'll hate me. You'll want me dead. And I understand why. But I'm not important, I never was in the grand scheme of it. It had to be Sam, It always had to be him which is why he can't kill Lilith, or...well if he does because he is still the best shot you have, he can't kill her how I wanted. If he does..."
She sank into the chair opposite him, watching for the inevitbile reaction.
"And it is written, that the first demon, shall be the last seal. He kills her after all the others break, it ends, it all ends. And that was my job Dean, Azazel chose me, 'best little whore in the pit', Him and Lilith called me hells finest temptress, bar, y'know, Her. And I am, I really am, I'm...I'm awesome, but things changed up here, Sam changed them for me, what I lied about...so much of it is true now and I can't do this anymore. I can't lead him to that anymore. I can't lead Sam to that, can't, put that weight onto him. Because...I'm in love with him"
She was still very convinced he'd kill her. If anyone could summon a burst of strength enough for a miraculous 'stab the bitch' one shot recovery it was the man staring at her now with a deathly rage tempered only with shock.