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Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost (frostandsnow) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2014-10-02 18:10:00

Entry tags:

ruby winchester, sam winchester

Who: Sam and Ruby Winchester
What: Its been a weird few months
Where: Their house
When: Early evening
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress

Ruby still wasn't sure if Sam was okay. It had been eating at her, much as she joked around, much as she involved herself in everything she could within the wider city. Her focus really had never left her family. Dean was...distant, lost, had been since losing Jules, and Sam, well there was a part of her husband that would never be the same, a part of him blocked off, because it had to be. Because it was the only option that would keep him sane. She knew that.

So since everything with Loki, since she'd asked her friend to help her, it had gone quiet. And for that she was pretty sure she'd always be grateful. Sam had even come out of his shell a little, with her anyway. He was still not who he had been before all of this but then when it came down to it, who would be.

She'd decided to go for the entirely non sneaky 'Ruby wants to cheer you up' option of not cooking. She'd ordered chinese food and knocked on the door of Sam's study to let him know its ETA. She couldn't resist a smile on seeing him either, hunched over the keyboard, hair all adorablely tousled and...well, big. It had gotten big.

"Its gonna take over your brain someday. Or has it done that already and am I basically married to your hair now?" she joked, walking across the room and wrapping her arms around her husband entirely disrupting his, whatever he was doing, probably research. Or something super nerdy.

"Dean's looking after Emily there was something about makeup. I didn't ask. You and me are having takeout and couple time. So in the politiest way possible, get off the damn internet honey."

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ex_demonbloo908
2014-10-06 04:17 am UTC (link)

If the hunter who had breezed into town a while back had any open connections with the case that he had been raving about, it definitely hadn't fallen into the media's radar. Sam had found the case. He couldn't pinpoint the Monster of the Week through shoddy news details without investigating the scene (the details were too vague, even for him), but one thing had been for certain: whatever had happened out there had left behind a nasty body count. Sam knew he'd had nothing to do with it - the timeline didn't match up; the dates on the news reports were planted long before he'd gotten out of the Cage - but that hunter had been so sure. To make matters even more disconcerting: after he had fired off the accusations with promises of a return, Sam never found any trace of him afterward. Hunters who came storming in like that didn't go quietly. Sam had expected a few red-faced men and women to come barging into Lawrence blowing a battle horn, screaming for blood. Instead, he had been left on the receiving end of nothing.

He should have been relieved. If there weren't hunters starting a war here, it was possible that whoever the man had been had realized that he'd made a mistake.

Possible, but not likely.

Fingers scratching at the dark shadow along his chin (ever since he'd gotten back, Sam had been far more negligent with his shaving routine), Sam frowned at the article display on his screen. He considered digging into another tedious, dead-end of a search (he'd been through this process several times already over the past few days), but decided to drop it.

The timing wasn't terrible. He'd clicked out of the article, leaving a desktop view to greet Ruby as she whisked her way into the room.

"It's not that bad," Sam countered, ruffling the length of hair that was, admittedly, an impressive way down the back of his neck. Okay, so maybe it was, sort of. His hair had taken a backseat priority along with the shaving. Sam grimaced. "I'll get it trimmed. Soon." Possibly. It seemed more realistic to expect for Ruby to tackle him with a pair of scissors at this point.

Dean. Emily. Beauty products. It was hard to fend off the look of confusion that followed. "I'm kind of afraid to myself," Sam contributed, shaking his head. It was good, at least, that Dean had found something to do. His brother had been balancing his own worries lately and, even with the support that he had here, Sam was concerned that it wasn't enough. But that was something to focus on when Dean was back. Right now, as Ruby had suggested, they were due for some couple time. A night in. And the best part? Was that Lucifer wasn't weighing on either of them anymore. Sam couldn't remember a time when he and Ruby weren't stuck with that immeasurable guilt of what they had done, nor could he recall ever not really being terrified that, at any moment, Lucifer would tear his way into their lives and take everything that he had sworn to his name.

But that was over.

And it still felt kinda weird.

There was a trace of a smile before Sam put his arm around Ruby's waist and tipped his head to look at her. "Takeout. Guess this means we're forgoing your, uh -" Calling it food would have been a lie. "- one of your...meals." Smooth. "Sounds like a good start."

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frostandsnow
2014-10-21 03:45 pm UTC (link)

Ruby questioned he'd get it trimmed. Ever. His hair would grow sentient and would have to be stopped. Totally likely. But until that day she'd continue to be facinated with how ridiculous it could get when he didn't brush it out. It amazed her how domestic they'd gotten. Just sometimes she properly thought about it, and there they were, talking about his hair, and their daughter being a troll to her uncle Dean and it was all so normal.

Even if he was entirely mocking her food. Which was harsh. If admittidly fair. She'd never been the best cook and she'd never tried to learn. Maybe she should get Karen Singer to teach her. Teach Sam a lesson and become some kind of amazing culinary genius. It could all happen of course. Weirder things had happened in their lives than Ruby discovering how to make the perfect creme brulee.

"You. Me. Takeout. Maybe a movie. Maybe just sitting and talking. We deserve it you know. I know you don't believe that, not yet, but its true. Because you're back, and everything can just get back to how it was now, can't it? Its better that way. The past is the past and we have a life here, our daughter, even Dean. Our friends. I never could have expected it for us Sam and now here it is." Ruby leant in to give her husband a kiss, sneakily switching off his computer at the same time knowing as she did he'd give her hell about not 'shutting it down properly' but she wasn't even slightly sorry.

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