Savin' Me
Savin’ Me
Chapter 8
Chapter Wordcount: 2120
“Bad move Sam.”
Sam’s jaw clenched, teeth grinding together at the syrupy sweet voice that belonged to Ruby broke the silence of the library.
He placed his hand on the open book, holding his place to look up and glare at her and she slipped into the seat opposite from him.
“What do you want?” he growled.
“I was just dropping in to say hi,” she crooned, mile wide grin, “And just to let you know that killing the Crossroad’s Demon was a bad move.”
“How?” he asked, instantly cursing inwardly at letting himself be drug into her sticky web.
“Well I told you I could help you, and yet, you didn’t trust me, and you went after her.”
“Always take the horse by the reins,” he grinned, eyes cold and hard.
“True, except this time this isn’t some childhood pony you’re trying to wrangle here Sam. I told you I could help you, you’re lucky I don’t just up and leave you, leave Dean to die, for going behind my back like that.”
“It’s not like it did anything,” he hissed, like a fly struggling against the bonds of spider silk. She really did know how to play him, maybe Dean was right and she didn’t hold the cards like she said she did, maybe she was just bluffing Sam into giving up the win.
“No, it didn’t, and I’m surprised you didn’t realize that before you went off half-cocked and took that poor girl’s life. You do realize she was a varsity cheerleader right?” she grinned.
“Such a bright future ahead of her,” she sighed, looking off and shaking her head as if she had actually given a shit.
“Point is Sam, you make some stupid move like that again, and I will leave you.”
“You’re not helping me now. All I get from you is a bunch of half-cooked promises. You keep telling me you can help Dean but I haven’t seen the goods yet.”
“All in due time sweetie,” she smiled, standing back up.
“Don’t underestimate me Sam,” she said, walking away before turning back for a second, “I’ll see you around,” she smiled, waggling her fingers before she disappeared around the corner.
Casey had run around the block as soon as Sam had left for the library. When she came back she went straight to the shower. She completely unpacked, reorganized and repacked her duffle when she came out. She sat down at the laptop for all of five minutes before sitting at the end of the bed and flipping through every station on T.V…twice.
“Are you okay?”
”What?” she asked, startled from her own little world.
Dean waved his hand, “You seem…fidgety.”
“I’m fine…I’m good,” she smiled; forcing herself to relax, crawling back to the headboard and making herself stick to one station.
She crossed, uncrossed and crossed her legs again. She cracked her knuckles before crossing her arms self-consciously. Only to uncross them and crack her neck a couple minutes later before stretching her arms over he head, finally stuffing her hands in her pockets, absentmindedly bouncing her foot.
“What is it Case?” Dean asked softly.
“Nothing, I’m fine.”
“Are you?”
She bit her lip, pausing for a moment.
“No,” she whispered.
He got up from the small table where he had been scanning newspapers and sat down next to her on the bed, placing his hand on her knee.
“What is it?”
“I don’t think I can control it.”
“Control what?”
She inhaled sharply, her breath coming more forced than he could ever remember seeing.
“This…feeling, my…my instincts,” she whispered, voice clouded with shame.
“Case, talk to me.”
“I’m a demon Dean,” she said, staring at him as if it was something that she should be punished for.
“It’s like…this urge, this…craving. I told you we’re hardwired for mayhem, I feel like a wolf staked outside the sheep’s pen.”
Dean’s eyes squinted, he shifted closer to her, bracing his arm on the other side of her legs as he leaned towards her. She was almost curling into herself, trying to get away from whatever this was.
“I want to fight with you, for you, you know that. I wouldn’t hurt anyone, unless you told me to, I mean, I just…the feeling’s still there. There’s still times I want to reach out and break someone’s neck…feel their blood,” she finished softly, curling up on herself even more.
“I’m not sure I can control it Dean,” she almost sobbed, meeting his eyes again. “I’m so close to snapping sometimes…I’m scaring myself. I need…god, I need it Dean,” she hissed, tears finally breaking free.
And if Dean hadn’t have trusted her already that would have convinced him. Here she was crying, scared because she thought she was going to hurt someone.
“Hey,” he rumbled, reaching up to cup her cheek in his palm, his thumb wiping away the small drop of moisture. “You’re not going to snap Case, first off, I trust you more than that, and secondly, I’m gonna be right beside you, you know that.”
The way she leaned slightly into his touch was not lost on him and the conversation with Bobby about the bond came rushing back as he watched the shaking and tension in her shoulders lessen.
Hesitantly he reached up with his other hand, running it softly down her arm and tried to put as much reassurance and trust into it as he could. Almost instantly her shuddering stopped and before Dean could think anymore about it he pulled her into his chest.
Something twisted and tightened inside him when she wrapped her arms around him.
“I trust you Case, and we can deal with this, okay?”
She nodded against him and he felt her hair rub against his chin and he had to pull back, the difference between the warmth of her body and the cool air seeming huge to him.
“We’ll find you some nasty monster to rip apart or something okay?”
She cracked a smile and nodded.
He sighed, letting his hand run over her head and down the side of her face, leaning in to kiss her forehead, and thank god Sam chose that moment to pull up outside, the rumble of the Impala pulling Dean back.
Casey had managed to scare the crap out of the majority of the kids. The ones that just thought playing with black magic would be a cool thing to tell their buddies all turned tail and ran when she managed to rip the door to their little basement clubhouse completely off its hinges.
Sam was busy destroying the altar and marring the symbols they had, in their ignorance, actually painted and made correctly.
Dean had the head honcho of their little group pinned up against the wall, thick forearm slammed across his throat.
“Next time you wanna play Buffy and friends do me a favor and get the decoder ring from the Cracker Jack box and stay the fuck away from the shit you don’t understand.”
“Fuck you asshole!” the kid spit, struggling against Dean.
Casey laughed and Dean smirked turning to look at her over his shoulder. The kid in his infinite stupidity decided it would be a good idea to ram his knee into Dean’s groin.
Which of course caused him to collapse to his knees, stars pricking his eyes, Sam beside him in an instant to help him.
Casey was right on the kid’s heels, bounding out the small basement window before he had even made it around the side of the abandoned house.
Dean had seen her eyes flash black when the kid had made his move and he hissed in a breath, holding Sam’s arm as he hauled himself upright and made it as fast as he could back outside, finally getting his pain back under control and running down the alleyway where he heard the kid screaming.
He and Sam both almost slid to a stop when they turned the corner.
Casey had the kid a good six feet off the ground, slammed against the wall of a building, wind whipping around them all, causing the trash on the ground to dance around their feet, her eyes blacker than night.
“You idiotic little bastard,” she growled, twisting her wrist.
Instantly the kid screamed in pain and Dean knew all too well how it felt to have your insides torn apart like that.
“Casey!”
The kid was turning an alarming shade of pale, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Casey! Stop!”
Dean could see the way her muscles tensed, the kid suddenly drawing a ragged breath as if the weight on his chest had just been lifted and Dean saw Sam edging towards him out of the corner of his eye.
Casey’s chest still heaved, the trash on the ground still swirling feebly around her feet as she reined in her power.
“Casey, just chill out,” he said softly, slowly making his way towards her.
Her black eyes shot to his and he froze on the spot.
“Case, it’s me, just relax…”
Her eyes danced over him looking for something and it clicked and he just knew somehow that she had only reacted the way she had because he had been hurt.
“I’m okay, alright? I’m fine,” he rumbled, his voice softening in reassurance.
Her head whipped back around to face the kid and Sam and all of a sudden the kid slumped down of the wall into Sam’s arms, who instantly was yanking him down the alleyway and telling him something in hushed tones.
Dean edged closer, reaching out tentatively and touching her elbow.
She jerked, wrenching away from him and Dean froze, not being able to recall a single time she had every shied away from his touch that way.
“Case…”
He caught a glimpse of her eyes, no longer black, but glittering with tears in the yellow streetlight before she took off in a dead sprint down the road.
“Damnit!” he cursed, taking off after her.
He finally caught up with her two blocks away and only because Sam brought the Impala to a screeching halt across the end of the street, blocking her exit.
She slid to a stop and the wet street, hand grabbing at the asphalt to keep herself from falling.
Dean slowed behind her, holding his hands up when she spun to face him like a trapped animal.
“It’s okay Case…just relax, tell me what’s wrong.”
The way she was shaking all over was not lost on either brother.
Sam eased himself out of the Impala, not wanting to interfere, knowing that if there was anyone, it would be Dean that would be able to reach her now.
She backed herself against the wooden fence behind her and something clenched in Dean’s gut at the way she literally looked like a cornered animal.
“Sshh, it’s okay babe, it’s just me,” he rumbled, slowly taking steps towards her.
She was literally wracked with shivers and sobs by the time Dean made it within reaching distance.
He hesitantly extended his arm, placing it on her elbow again.
Just like before she jerked away from him, slamming herself against the fence.
“Don’t touch me!” she yelled, dropping to her knees and almost curling into a fetal position.
Dean swallowed hard past the sudden lump in his throat as he crouched down slowly next to her.
“Casey,” he whispered, concern lacing his words, “Talk to me, tell me what’s wrong...please.”
“Dean,” she sobbed, burying her face in her hands.
He inched towards her again, softly laying his own shaking hand on her shoulder.
He felt her tense under his touch, ready to bolt in an instant.
“What Case?”
“I can’t…god, I can’t control it,” she whispered, voice cracked and raw.
It slammed back into him the conversation they had had. How she had told him she was afraid something like this would happen, that she would snap.
“If you…if you hadn’t…I would have killed him.”
“No you wouldn’t have,” he whispered, shifting on his knees closer to her, sliding his hand around her shoulder, feeling the nervous fluttering of her muscles.
“No you wouldn’t have Case…I trust you, I know you better than that.”
She looked up at him and she looked so broken and lost Dean hitched in his own breath.
“Dean,” she whispered.
Instinctively he pulled her against him, wrapping her in his arms and met Sam’s concerned eyes.
He shifted, slipping his arm under her legs and lifted her up.
Sam opened the back door and Dean didn’t even bother trying to let go, just awkwardly slid in the backseat, Casey cradled in his lap.
Sam wordlessly got in the driver’s seat and headed back to the motel.
Chapter Notes: Yup...Ruby, I really hate/d her, but she was too much a part of the arc by the time Sin City aired, I had to incorporate her somehow. Which is also what drove me nuts about the other story lines that had appeared up until then (Gordon, Mary, Sam's demon blood) I felt like I almost had to include them all...but that would have been suicide haha
*cues dramatic music* And of course I had to throw some angst and trouble in there for Casey. She may be loyal and following Dean, but she IS still a demon.
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Chapter 8
Chapter Wordcount: 2120
“Bad move Sam.”
Sam’s jaw clenched, teeth grinding together at the syrupy sweet voice that belonged to Ruby broke the silence of the library.
He placed his hand on the open book, holding his place to look up and glare at her and she slipped into the seat opposite from him.
“What do you want?” he growled.
“I was just dropping in to say hi,” she crooned, mile wide grin, “And just to let you know that killing the Crossroad’s Demon was a bad move.”
“How?” he asked, instantly cursing inwardly at letting himself be drug into her sticky web.
“Well I told you I could help you, and yet, you didn’t trust me, and you went after her.”
“Always take the horse by the reins,” he grinned, eyes cold and hard.
“True, except this time this isn’t some childhood pony you’re trying to wrangle here Sam. I told you I could help you, you’re lucky I don’t just up and leave you, leave Dean to die, for going behind my back like that.”
“It’s not like it did anything,” he hissed, like a fly struggling against the bonds of spider silk. She really did know how to play him, maybe Dean was right and she didn’t hold the cards like she said she did, maybe she was just bluffing Sam into giving up the win.
“No, it didn’t, and I’m surprised you didn’t realize that before you went off half-cocked and took that poor girl’s life. You do realize she was a varsity cheerleader right?” she grinned.
“Such a bright future ahead of her,” she sighed, looking off and shaking her head as if she had actually given a shit.
“Point is Sam, you make some stupid move like that again, and I will leave you.”
“You’re not helping me now. All I get from you is a bunch of half-cooked promises. You keep telling me you can help Dean but I haven’t seen the goods yet.”
“All in due time sweetie,” she smiled, standing back up.
“Don’t underestimate me Sam,” she said, walking away before turning back for a second, “I’ll see you around,” she smiled, waggling her fingers before she disappeared around the corner.
Casey had run around the block as soon as Sam had left for the library. When she came back she went straight to the shower. She completely unpacked, reorganized and repacked her duffle when she came out. She sat down at the laptop for all of five minutes before sitting at the end of the bed and flipping through every station on T.V…twice.
“Are you okay?”
”What?” she asked, startled from her own little world.
Dean waved his hand, “You seem…fidgety.”
“I’m fine…I’m good,” she smiled; forcing herself to relax, crawling back to the headboard and making herself stick to one station.
She crossed, uncrossed and crossed her legs again. She cracked her knuckles before crossing her arms self-consciously. Only to uncross them and crack her neck a couple minutes later before stretching her arms over he head, finally stuffing her hands in her pockets, absentmindedly bouncing her foot.
“What is it Case?” Dean asked softly.
“Nothing, I’m fine.”
“Are you?”
She bit her lip, pausing for a moment.
“No,” she whispered.
He got up from the small table where he had been scanning newspapers and sat down next to her on the bed, placing his hand on her knee.
“What is it?”
“I don’t think I can control it.”
“Control what?”
She inhaled sharply, her breath coming more forced than he could ever remember seeing.
“This…feeling, my…my instincts,” she whispered, voice clouded with shame.
“Case, talk to me.”
“I’m a demon Dean,” she said, staring at him as if it was something that she should be punished for.
“It’s like…this urge, this…craving. I told you we’re hardwired for mayhem, I feel like a wolf staked outside the sheep’s pen.”
Dean’s eyes squinted, he shifted closer to her, bracing his arm on the other side of her legs as he leaned towards her. She was almost curling into herself, trying to get away from whatever this was.
“I want to fight with you, for you, you know that. I wouldn’t hurt anyone, unless you told me to, I mean, I just…the feeling’s still there. There’s still times I want to reach out and break someone’s neck…feel their blood,” she finished softly, curling up on herself even more.
“I’m not sure I can control it Dean,” she almost sobbed, meeting his eyes again. “I’m so close to snapping sometimes…I’m scaring myself. I need…god, I need it Dean,” she hissed, tears finally breaking free.
And if Dean hadn’t have trusted her already that would have convinced him. Here she was crying, scared because she thought she was going to hurt someone.
“Hey,” he rumbled, reaching up to cup her cheek in his palm, his thumb wiping away the small drop of moisture. “You’re not going to snap Case, first off, I trust you more than that, and secondly, I’m gonna be right beside you, you know that.”
The way she leaned slightly into his touch was not lost on him and the conversation with Bobby about the bond came rushing back as he watched the shaking and tension in her shoulders lessen.
Hesitantly he reached up with his other hand, running it softly down her arm and tried to put as much reassurance and trust into it as he could. Almost instantly her shuddering stopped and before Dean could think anymore about it he pulled her into his chest.
Something twisted and tightened inside him when she wrapped her arms around him.
“I trust you Case, and we can deal with this, okay?”
She nodded against him and he felt her hair rub against his chin and he had to pull back, the difference between the warmth of her body and the cool air seeming huge to him.
“We’ll find you some nasty monster to rip apart or something okay?”
She cracked a smile and nodded.
He sighed, letting his hand run over her head and down the side of her face, leaning in to kiss her forehead, and thank god Sam chose that moment to pull up outside, the rumble of the Impala pulling Dean back.
Casey had managed to scare the crap out of the majority of the kids. The ones that just thought playing with black magic would be a cool thing to tell their buddies all turned tail and ran when she managed to rip the door to their little basement clubhouse completely off its hinges.
Sam was busy destroying the altar and marring the symbols they had, in their ignorance, actually painted and made correctly.
Dean had the head honcho of their little group pinned up against the wall, thick forearm slammed across his throat.
“Next time you wanna play Buffy and friends do me a favor and get the decoder ring from the Cracker Jack box and stay the fuck away from the shit you don’t understand.”
“Fuck you asshole!” the kid spit, struggling against Dean.
Casey laughed and Dean smirked turning to look at her over his shoulder. The kid in his infinite stupidity decided it would be a good idea to ram his knee into Dean’s groin.
Which of course caused him to collapse to his knees, stars pricking his eyes, Sam beside him in an instant to help him.
Casey was right on the kid’s heels, bounding out the small basement window before he had even made it around the side of the abandoned house.
Dean had seen her eyes flash black when the kid had made his move and he hissed in a breath, holding Sam’s arm as he hauled himself upright and made it as fast as he could back outside, finally getting his pain back under control and running down the alleyway where he heard the kid screaming.
He and Sam both almost slid to a stop when they turned the corner.
Casey had the kid a good six feet off the ground, slammed against the wall of a building, wind whipping around them all, causing the trash on the ground to dance around their feet, her eyes blacker than night.
“You idiotic little bastard,” she growled, twisting her wrist.
Instantly the kid screamed in pain and Dean knew all too well how it felt to have your insides torn apart like that.
“Casey!”
The kid was turning an alarming shade of pale, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Casey! Stop!”
Dean could see the way her muscles tensed, the kid suddenly drawing a ragged breath as if the weight on his chest had just been lifted and Dean saw Sam edging towards him out of the corner of his eye.
Casey’s chest still heaved, the trash on the ground still swirling feebly around her feet as she reined in her power.
“Casey, just chill out,” he said softly, slowly making his way towards her.
Her black eyes shot to his and he froze on the spot.
“Case, it’s me, just relax…”
Her eyes danced over him looking for something and it clicked and he just knew somehow that she had only reacted the way she had because he had been hurt.
“I’m okay, alright? I’m fine,” he rumbled, his voice softening in reassurance.
Her head whipped back around to face the kid and Sam and all of a sudden the kid slumped down of the wall into Sam’s arms, who instantly was yanking him down the alleyway and telling him something in hushed tones.
Dean edged closer, reaching out tentatively and touching her elbow.
She jerked, wrenching away from him and Dean froze, not being able to recall a single time she had every shied away from his touch that way.
“Case…”
He caught a glimpse of her eyes, no longer black, but glittering with tears in the yellow streetlight before she took off in a dead sprint down the road.
“Damnit!” he cursed, taking off after her.
He finally caught up with her two blocks away and only because Sam brought the Impala to a screeching halt across the end of the street, blocking her exit.
She slid to a stop and the wet street, hand grabbing at the asphalt to keep herself from falling.
Dean slowed behind her, holding his hands up when she spun to face him like a trapped animal.
“It’s okay Case…just relax, tell me what’s wrong.”
The way she was shaking all over was not lost on either brother.
Sam eased himself out of the Impala, not wanting to interfere, knowing that if there was anyone, it would be Dean that would be able to reach her now.
She backed herself against the wooden fence behind her and something clenched in Dean’s gut at the way she literally looked like a cornered animal.
“Sshh, it’s okay babe, it’s just me,” he rumbled, slowly taking steps towards her.
She was literally wracked with shivers and sobs by the time Dean made it within reaching distance.
He hesitantly extended his arm, placing it on her elbow again.
Just like before she jerked away from him, slamming herself against the fence.
“Don’t touch me!” she yelled, dropping to her knees and almost curling into a fetal position.
Dean swallowed hard past the sudden lump in his throat as he crouched down slowly next to her.
“Casey,” he whispered, concern lacing his words, “Talk to me, tell me what’s wrong...please.”
“Dean,” she sobbed, burying her face in her hands.
He inched towards her again, softly laying his own shaking hand on her shoulder.
He felt her tense under his touch, ready to bolt in an instant.
“What Case?”
“I can’t…god, I can’t control it,” she whispered, voice cracked and raw.
It slammed back into him the conversation they had had. How she had told him she was afraid something like this would happen, that she would snap.
“If you…if you hadn’t…I would have killed him.”
“No you wouldn’t have,” he whispered, shifting on his knees closer to her, sliding his hand around her shoulder, feeling the nervous fluttering of her muscles.
“No you wouldn’t have Case…I trust you, I know you better than that.”
She looked up at him and she looked so broken and lost Dean hitched in his own breath.
“Dean,” she whispered.
Instinctively he pulled her against him, wrapping her in his arms and met Sam’s concerned eyes.
He shifted, slipping his arm under her legs and lifted her up.
Sam opened the back door and Dean didn’t even bother trying to let go, just awkwardly slid in the backseat, Casey cradled in his lap.
Sam wordlessly got in the driver’s seat and headed back to the motel.
Chapter Notes: Yup...Ruby, I really hate/d her, but she was too much a part of the arc by the time Sin City aired, I had to incorporate her somehow. Which is also what drove me nuts about the other story lines that had appeared up until then (Gordon, Mary, Sam's demon blood) I felt like I almost had to include them all...but that would have been suicide haha
*cues dramatic music* And of course I had to throw some angst and trouble in there for Casey. She may be loyal and following Dean, but she IS still a demon.
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