WHO: Sam and Ruby. WHAT: The truth comes out. WHEN Evening. WHERE: Dean's hospital; Ainsworth, South Dakota. RATING: A for ANGST.
He was pretty fucking awesome. Alastair was dead, Dean was alive, and that smug son of a bitch, Uriel, could no longer get away with calling him useless. Sam had proven his point in one simple, quick visit to the crappy warehouse Uriel had dragged Dean off to. He was the best; he was the only one who stood a real chance at taking Lilith down. Why? Because he had made Alastair scream. Hell's grand torture master had writhed and howled under his grip and that was only right before he had been killed off entirely. Killed. As in, dead. Alastair wasn't some pathetic excuse for a low level demon that Sam had scooped up off the streets and destroyed. Nope, he was better than that. He was bigger, stronger, faster - just not any of those things in relation to Sam. Sam was better than him. Alastair was a mangled corpse. Sam Winchester was the man walking through the hospital walls without a single scratch on his body. The only pressing matter was that he needed to get a fix soon. Killing off Alastair had not been easy by any means and Sam was going to need a proper drink before he did anything else. He needed to find Ruby, but only after he went back and checked in on his brother again. Because as victorious as he was feeling about everything that had happened, Sam still was very much worried for him. He had not gotten there quickly enough to avoid the massive beatdown Alastair had given his brother. If there was anything more about this situation that pissed him off beyond the angels underestimating his ability to help, it was that he had taken so long to get where he needed to be. He had gotten to the scene only just in time to keep Alastair from killing Dean. If that bastard had gotten his way...
Well, that didn't matter now, did it? Alastair was dead. Dean was alive. Sam would stop in to check up on him again before he hauled Ruby off for a drink and all would be good with the world. Or, at least, it would be good for now. Sam still had to find Lilith. For the first time in quite a while, he was feeling more confident about his ability to take her down than ever. A couple months ago? Sam couldn't even touch Alastair. Now? He was knocking demons aside like they were nothing more than bits of trash in his path that he had to kick aside in order to get where he was going. If he had it his way, he'd kill them all. Every. Last. One.
It'd be pretty damn fun, too. Alastair had been thrilling, to say the least.
Hands shoved into his pockets, Sam rounded the corner of the hall he had been traveling. Dean's room was just up ahead; Sam had pretty much memorized the entire layout of the floor by now. He was good at that. Memorizing things. The same nurses occupied the wait station, there were new people passing him in the hall, but the surroundings were very much the same...except for the tiny figure moving in his direction from the hall ahead. If there was anyone that Sam had not expected to see on this very floor, it was her. Her as in Ruby. He thought that she would have taken to waiting outside or at least on another floor. Maybe the cafeteria? Though Sam didn't know what good she'd find there. He doubted that they had fries or even food that was somewhat edible. So what the hell was she doing on Dean's floor, so dangerously close to the room he occupied? Sam raised his brows curiously. Maybe she had been looking for him. Maybe she knew he needed her blood. In spite of his victory, he still felt drained. He wanted that blood. It would make him powerful again. Sam liked feeling powerful.
"Hey, what are you doing?" He grabbed her by the arm. It wasn't forceful; it was merely to keep them both from going any further in either direction. "I thought you'd be...somewhere else."