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Who: Ruby

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Where A random hallway in the mansion
When: A couple of days after Sam's death but before this
Rating: R--there's going to be language and violence
Summary: Sam's dead and the two people he was most important to are having a battle royale
the Story:

Sam was dead. Sam was still dead and Ruby had moved beyond that anger that made her all numb to a rage that made her want to hit something. Even more so it made her want to get hit back. Giving was no good with out taking, at least in a demon's world. The problem was, there were so few people in Ruby's world deserving of a hard punch to the face.

Dean Winchester? Completely one of them. Especially since she can pile some of the guilt she's feeling about not protecting Sam on his shoulders. When she sees him in the hall, a cruel smile twists her lips.

"It's Dean Winchester. Otherwise known as the asshole failure who let his little brother die."

Dean doesn't deserve her rage or her bitterness but he'll do in a fix.

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All he had done was go down to the kitchen for a cold one and this is what he had to come back to, a hallway hellbitch. Ruby had always been riding his ass about how he was, at best, a functional moron and a subpar sibbling, but this time she'd crossed the line. Dean was feeling bad enough about letting Sam die without some demon making a marguerita in the wound.

Setting down the beer bottle on a convenient, soon to be broken in a brawl, side table he whiped his lips with his index finger and thumb and then looked up, feigning incredulous disbelief.

"Come again?"

Oh yeah, getting a fight out of Dean was going to be like taking candy from a baby. Ruby smirked and rocked her weight back on one hip, arms crossing over her chest.

"Sorry. I have to remind myself to use small words with you. Protect Sammy. Isn't that your motto? Way to screw that one up." She paused a beat. "Again."

If she was going to rub salt in his wounds she might as well rub deep.

He could have taken a swing at her right there. She was so obviously baiting him that some part of him registered that she was actually looking for a fight. Damn, she could play him like a two penny whistle. He'd love nothing more than to punch her pretty little face in. However, taking a deep breath he focused on a spot of the floor for a moment, pursed his lips, and crossed his own arms over his chest.

"HaHa. Very funny."

When he met her eyes, there was no containing the rage in his gaze, but he'd be damned if he threw the first punch. That would be letting her win, and he'd had enough of being beaten down by girls. Cocking his head to one side he decided two could play the blame game.

"If I remember correctly it was you who confessed that Sammy was so super important to you that you wouldn't let him die. I didn't exactly see you protecting him. Couldn't you just bamf yourself to wherever he was and gank the bitch?"

That was just a bit of fire in her eyes. She bit her bottom lip then pulled it between her teeth; the equivalent of getting her shit together. She knew how bad she'd fucked up and she let him pile it on her shoulders.

"I did gank the bitch. What'd you do, Deano? Besides get beat up by a girl."

It wasn't fair to him. After all that girl had been super psycho bitch.

"I didn't know she was hurting him. I thought I could trust her."

Yeah she was admitting a little bit of guilt. She was still holding out for him to take the first punch. Not that she wouldn't; she was just kind of hoping he would.

There was no retort to that, because that was exactly what he'd done. He'd tried to take Faith down and he'd failed. Sammy was dead and he'd let his emotions get the better of him. He'd been stupid and he'd paid for it.

However, was that a small show of remorse? He take it and run with it for as long as he was able. He had to get the digs in before the fists started flying.

"You thought you could trust a psychotic superpowered bitch? Doesn't say much for your taste, or your judgement. But then again you are a demon. Psychotic bitches need to stick together right?"

That was goading enough. Especially when she wanted the fight anyway. And all verbal was like dry humping with jeans on as far as Ruby was concerned. No one got satisfied.

"Something you ought to remember."

And that was when she sent a big punch Dean's way. It wasn't sneaky or even terribly quick. It wasn't even packing half the power she could have thrown into it. The point wasn't to beat Dean into submission. It was more about getting him to hit back.

Dean had been expecting an explosion to come sooner or later. Now that Ruby had thrown the first punch, he could blame her for all of it later. Free of that particular blame he narrowly dodged her punch, scowled and returned fire, aiming for her head.

"Do your worst hellbitch."

That particular blame? Ruby doesn't mind shouldering. Maybe she can replace it with all the other things she doesn't want to take blame for. She let the punch hit her and it was almost blatant. It catches her right in the corner of her mouth and she steps back with it, wiping at the dark, sluggish blood the cut raises.

"Baby, you can't handle my worst but go ahead and bring it on."

Her next move is a punch to the gut. She's not worried about fooling Dean because this isn't about causing real damage so he can probably see it coming.

Dean paused. Had she actually let him land a punch on her? Shocked he let her follow up punch connect, doubling over slightly.

Admittedly the slow burn in his muscles felt good, made him forget about blaming himself. The sadistic part of his brain whispered that he deserved it, deserved to be beaten, and the more logical part was starting to piece together what Ruby might be up too.

He grabs her by the shirtfront and attempts to butt heads with her just hard enough to send her reeling back.

Well. Well. Well. They might be more alike than either one of them really wanted to admit.

The head butt connects and Ruby stumbles back a couple of steps. It's hard enough to make her head swim a little.

"Seriously? I would have thought you had a harder head than that but then Sam was always the one with gumption. You just follow through, dontcha Dean?"

She's mouthing off and not striking back. At least not now. This would be the flogging portion of the evening.

Dean follows up the head butt with a swift kick aimed for her midsection. If she was going to mouth off he'd beat her ass. There was so much anger in him right now that he could barely see straight. Anger at Faith. Anger at himself. Anger at Sam. The later two were infernos that had sprung up out of cooling embers. It was about time for Dean's usual dose of existential Winchester brand angst.

This might be the flogging portion of the evening but causing pain is just as therapeutic for a demon. The kick lands but Ruby makes a grab for Dean's ankle. The intent is to spin him with it. Face plant to the hallway for the win.

Success is hers as Dean does the bellyflop of painful shame onto the hallway floor. He scrambles to his feet, wiping blood from his busted lip with the back of his hand. The feel of blood throbbing to bruises is nice and familiar. This was going to be one of those "let's fight till we pass out" kind of deals. He hadn't had one of these outside a bar in years. Usually Dad or Sam had pulled him out of them before he could have any fun. He had a feeling Ruby wouldn't disappoint.

He danced towards her, play feignting like a boxer and then took two quick jabs at her head. Right left. Give her the old one two!

Disappointing isn't in Ruby's schedule today. The bellyflop she lands makes her grin. It's short lived though because when he gets up, she's all serious business again. The dancing makes her smirk. The first punch catches her on the chin. She ducks the second one, stepping into him, sending a hard jab toward his gut.

"Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee only works in the ring, Deano."

His breath leaves him in a rush as her hit connects. She starting to make his bruised ribs hurt. Biting back the pain, he grabs the back of her head as she's ducked down and attempts to send her into a wall face first.

"Yeah yeah. A little less conversation and a little more action, please."

It doesn't quite manage face first as she gets her hands up to protect herself and shove away from the wall with a quick spin. She uppercuts at the same time, trying to catch him under the chin.

"Sorry but I can walk and chew gum at the same time. Your loss that you can't."

Having stepped back to avoid the rebound of her intended wall bounce she misses his face, managing to only graze his nose.

"Oh. Swing and a miss there, Rube. But welcome to blonde gum chewing idiot stereotopia."

He aims a jab towards her exposed stomach.

Ruby steps into the jab with the intention of grabbing his wrist and twisting his arm up behind his back.

"Sorry, Deano. You're the stereotype. I'm the special snowflake."

She's got his wrist and she's twisting. Damned if he'll say uncle. He slams his foot down on her insole hoping to make her let go.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

The trick works. Sort of. She loosens her hold and yells.

"Son of a bastard."

Of course that makes her kick out and she might be trying to hit his groin.

Not the groin! It's not a hard connect, but even on the inner thigh it hurts. He doubles over a bit.

"Oooh. Bellow the belt. WAY BELOW THE BELT!!" He winces. "Time out."

She actually listens to him, mostly because she's too busy laughing her ass off at him to keep on hitting him.

"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't know there were rules to this shit."

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Pfft. I didn't even take note of his injuries from Faith. Fail.

Re: lol s'okay we'll pretend

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