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... ]

Comments

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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. ]