i shouted out "who killed the kennedys"

[ofletters]

Who: Sam Winchester and Ruby
Where: His room
When: Sometime in the week between the 2nd-9th.
Rating: We'll see what happens...
Summary: It's been a long, rough ride. And that little devil's always there to whisper.
The Story:

[ The past few months--since the Christmastime event, really--have been rough for Sam. Between learning the horrible truths of the future, being killed by the Weeping Angels, being almost killed by Tom, losing Dean, and then fighting with the new Dean... and even that wasn't the extent of each and every little thing that had chipped away at his mental and physical state over these few months. Now that he isn't speaking to Dean, now that they're in this big fight, he's kept to his room. To books, bed, and bottle.

It isn't going so well, more or less, and he's been making a point of keeping himself from people for the tike being... ]

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[fiendfries]

[ She's noticed. Of course she has, whether Sam sees her or not, Ruby's main objective will always revolve around him. After meeting Lucifer at the party, as well as Sam's counterpart? Well, if anything, her resolve to win this time has tripled had least. And luckily for her, Sam is doing a wonderful job of cutting himself off without her even needing to lift a finger.

So when Sam is wallowing in his own way, it should be no surprise that Ruby materializes out of thin air. She doesn't norther greeting him, instead walking over to place a sixpack of high quality beer down in front of him. ]

Think you can lay off the hard stuff and give your liver and kidneys a break?

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[ There are, in fact, Devil's Traps in his room. He's made sure to paint one right at the inside of the door, anyway-- above it. Still, she's appeared outside of the circle, and he's been lax lately about fending her off. Sam just grumbles from where he's sitting, scrubbing at his face with a hand. ]

Didn't realize you were so worried about it. [ He eyes her wearily, warily, without much trust. ] M' not gonna let you talk me into Wonderland AA.

[ It's only a joke because out of him and Dean, he's much, much less of an alcoholic threat than his brother. He has other vices. ]

[fiendfries]

No?

[ He isn't telling her off, though. That's really where the importance lies. He's either too tired or too preoccupied with misery to find her enough of a threat. And that just leaves the door wide open.

Ruby shrugs, grabbing a bottle from the pack. With some show of skill, and probably and desire to show off, she snaps the cap off with her belt buckle before offering the opened bottle. ]

And here I thought I could persuade you with more of the same vice. Go figure.

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[ It's a little of both. Blearily, Sam eyes the bottle that she opens up and holds to him before slowly accepting it, setting aside the almost-empty glass of whiskey. ]

Fine. [ It's a grudging acceptance, and he takes an almost petulant swig of the bottle. ]

[fiendfries]

[ Well, he's certainly compliant, but she's not complaining. Ruby simply stands, crossing her arms and watches him take a somewhat annoyed drink, but a drink all the same. It will be a little bit easier on his gut, but not as good as giving up completely. She never pretended to be an angel.

(Hahaha.)

Ruby regards him for a moment, eyeing him up and down like she's trying to figure him out. ]

So what's eating you that's got you more miserable than usual?

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S'none of your business. [ Ruefully, he shoots her a Look and nurses the beer like... well, a child. He's a little drunk and a lot tired and feels like he's alone in a world he used to believe was better than home. Lately, he's not so sure. ] Don't ask.

[ Too late. ]

[fiendfries]

A little late for that, don't you think?

[ At least he's not trying to deny it. It'd be a pretty shitty and short-lived argument. Ruby raises a brow as she regards him. ]

Trouble in paradise?

[ofletters]

Nope. [ You can't make him talk, Ruby, YOU CAN'T MAKE HIM. ] Everything's fine. Y'know, like it always is.

[ Ruefully, he takes another sip from the bottle. ]

[fiendfries]

[ She appears to be thoroughly unimpressed with that answer. Ruby raises a brow. ]

I hope you lie to the cops better than that.

[ofletters]

That was more sarcasm than a lie. [ He doesn't look over at her as he focuses, instead, on staring very intently at the wall opposite. ]

I'm not gonna spill out my soul to you, Ruby. If you're waiting for the sob story, don't hold your breath.

[fiendfries]

You don't need to.

[ Need, being the important word. No, Sam isn't obligated to by any means. Or does she mean she already understands?

Still, she apparently is giving him a break.

Sort of. ]

But fine.

[ She cocks her head to the side. ]

Looks like that little bit of paradise wasn't enough.

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Paradise? [ He eyes her, drink in hand, drawing a very deep, slow breath. ] ... What?

[ There're so many crappy things she could be referring to-- It's Ruby, after all, there to egg him on eternally. ]

[fiendfries]

Do I really need to spell it out for you? And here I thought you'd be walking on sunshine for a little while, at least.

[ Is he really that miserable? ]

Jessica. Or did you already forget?

[ofletters]

[ He swallows, hard. Of course he hadn't forgotten; how could he? But she'd disappeared just like he'd guessed, and he'd... been left with something heavy weighing on him, as if he'd been responsible for her death all over again. ]

'Course not. [ He mutters, looking away. ] And don't talk about her.

[fiendfries]

What? She was nice.

[ Was, being the keyword, since she's neither here nor there and decidedly dead in his reality. But to be honest, Ruby has nothing against the woman. Did he have to die? Yes. But it wasn't by Ruby's hands. ]

Who knows? Maybe you'll get lucky again.

[ofletters]

Don't talk about her. [ He actually stands up, hand flat on the desk, jaw set in anger. ] I don't give a damn what you have to say, what you think about her-- If you keep it up, I swear, I'll knife you again.

[fiendfries]

Wound still that fresh, huh?

[ Her eyes scan across his face, back and forth, but it seems she'll let him have some reprieve. ]

How many ways are you going to keep yourself miserable, Sam?

[ofletters]

[ "Like you don't know," he thinks, shooting her a dark expression. ]

I'd say I've got a right to keep myself miserable once this crap hole drags her here and then disappears her again in a second.

[fiendfries]

The glass is always half full with you, isn't it?

[ She exhales slowly through her nose. ]

Fine. Moving past love lost, that's clearly not the only thing that's eating you.

[ofletters]

It's just been a rougher few weeks than usual. [ Will that make her give up the chase? Sam doubts it. But it's a simple statement and she probably knew it anyway. Wonderland hadn't been unkind to Sam, but since Christmas... it'd been a different story. ] That's it.

[fiendfries]

Mhmm.

[ She clearly doesn't believe him at all. But look at that, there are miracles and she doesn't push it. Ruby doesn't hesitate to take the beer from him and take a swig herself.

Yes, she does like eating. It's fun.

And hands it back. ]

Guess I'll leave you to not mope, then.

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[ He watches her closely, knowing he should keep his mouth shut. ]

Don't let the Devil's Trap trip you up on the way out.

[ He has it there for a reason, dammit. ]

[fiendfries]

If you wanted to keep me here, you wouldn't need to use that.

[ Although she knows it's the exact opposite.

Wanting to be the one to get in the last quip, Ruby disappears soundlessly right in front of him. Enjoy the solitude, you ungrateful brat. ]