Savin' Me
Savin’ Me
Chapter 11
Chapter Wordcount: 1559
It was almost a month before Ruby showed again.
Sam shoved the motel room key back in his pocket as he led her through the door, closing it behind her.
“I’m telling you The Colt jammed. Whatever you and Bobby did, it wasn’t good enough.”
“Well if the gun jammed, it sure wasn’t my fault,” she sneered, not even waiting for him to produce the weapon in question as she stalked over to his duffle on the bed and began tearing through it without asking.
She yanked it out of the mess of clothes, gave it a once over and then spun on him.
“There is nothing wrong with this thing!” she said, thoroughly pissed off that he dragged her all the way back here.
Sam’s evil smirk caused even Ruby to freeze.
He coolly just pulled his phone from his pocket, hit speed dial and waited for Dean to answer, never taking his eyes off Ruby.
“Yea…got her,” he grinned, snapping his phone shut.
Dean came through first, already glaring daggers as he walked through the door.
What Ruby hadn’t anticipated was Casey walking in right behind him.
She may not have known who she was, but just like any soldier she could tell a superior officer when she saw one.
The sudden twist in events had her shifting where she had sat in silent plotting after Sam’s phone call.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the wicked witch of the west,” Dean sneered.
“Bite me.”
“No thanks, you’re not my type,” he winked.
“Apparently I am,” she spat, waving her hand at Casey, whose eyes were already midnight black.
“Silentium,” she growled.
Dean arched his brow and smirked at the pure look of rage that washed over Ruby’s face, but nonetheless she shut her mouth.
Casey sat down on her and Dean’s bed, directly across from her and leaned forward, elbows on her knees.
“So tell me, Bareket,” she grinned, seeing the flash of concern cross Ruby’s face, “Tell me why you’ve been messing with my boy Sam here.”
“Just trying to help him,” Ruby said, quietly, trying to cover her anxiety in anger.
“Reproba orator.”
Sam felt a rush of satisfaction at how Ruby swallowed hard, fidgeting where she sat.
“Now, I’m going to ask you one more time. Why. Have. You. Been. Harassing. Him?” she said slowly, enunciating each word carefully.
“You’re one to talk you know? I know for a fact you were one of the ones ready and willing to follow him when he was supposed to lead the army, Anjasi.”
“True. Times change. Now, you call me by name or evade my question again, and you’re not going to like how I react.”
“Just trying to make him realize his proper role,” she said quietly, almost not wanting to let Sam hear, lest it break her upper hand.
“What role is that?” Sam growled.
“Our Commander in Chief,” she smiled cynically.
“And what in the Hell makes you think he would ever agree to that?” Dean spit out.
“Well first off, we were all hoping your macho ass would be toast by now.”
Whatever else she was going to spout off was stopped abruptly with Casey’s hand went crashing into her cheek with a backhand so powerful that bright red erupted across half her face.
Casey sat back down as if nothing had happened, giving Ruby a moment to spit the blood out of her mouth before addressing her again.
“What made you think that you, of all people, would be the one to push him to that? Or more importantly, why did you think that was your mission?”
Ruby stared, unwilling to give up her hand, still refusing to admit that there wasn’t any way she was getting out of this motel room alive.
Dean and Sam both jerked when all of a sudden she let out a scream, gasping for breath and clutching at her chest.
Dean shot his eyes to Casey, if he hadn’t have known what she was capable of he wouldn’t have even been able to tell she was using her power.
Sam unconsciously leaned towards Dean when they actually heard a rib snap.
“Okay,” she hissed in pain.
“What was that?” Casey taunted, cupping her hand over her ear.
“I said okay!” Ruby sobbed.
“Good girl.”
“I was…” she swallowed hard. “I was trying to get him to take his rightful place. And when he did…he would reward me for showing him what he could be.”
“Wow, you are blonde aren’t you?” Dean laughed, earning a sharp glare from Sam.
Ruby didn’t even have the strength to snap back at him, just turned her gaze to him almost as if she didn’t even know he had been standing there.
“So you thought if you showed him the way, showed him the power he could have, he would thank you and you’d move up in the ranks, get away from the shitty little hole you currently reside in.”
She just nodded, dropping her chin towards the floor, the fear that she really wasn’t making it out of this finally setting in.
Casey looked over at Sam, letting her eyes return to normal for a second, before letting the black bleed back and returned her glare to Ruby.
“You told him you could get Dean out of his deal.”
Again Ruby nodded, defeated, sniffing back tears. Whether it was due to the pain or the fear of death was not certain.
“How?”
“I have control of it.”
“What?” Dean boomed, crossing the room in an instant to stand next to Casey. “What do you mean you have control of it?”
Casey reached out, laying her hand gently on Dean’s arm.
“I hold the contract,” she whispered.
“Dear god,” Sam breathed, sinking down onto the bed, hands shaking.
“That’s why you were so pissed when I killed the Crossroad’s Demon…” he said quietly.
“You were getting too close to me,” she said, tears falling unbidden down her cheeks.
“Release him,” Casey cut out, strong and determined, more than obvious that it was a command.
Suddenly Ruby seemed to gain a second wind.
“And why would I do that? You’re just going to kill me once I do!” she spat.
Dean shifted his weight ready to take a step forward. Casey held out her hand and stopped him, returning to her feet and looming over the younger woman.
“I’m going to kill you whether you do or not. Only difference is whether I have mercy on your pathetic ass. You release him now, like I say and I’ll slit your pretty little throat with your prize knife,” she said deathly low, reaching over and pulling the bone-handled dagger from where it had been sheathed on Ruby’s hip.
“Or…you let me release some tension, blow of some steam as I torture you for weeks until you are begging me to let you release him,” she smiled, leaning into Ruby’s face.
Dean watched her carefully, seeing that deadly side of her that she credited him with holding at bay.
Only, he could really give a rat’s ass about holding it at bay right now.
For several stretched-out seconds the only sound in the small motel room was Ruby’s pain constricted breathing.
Up until she gasped in pain, as her finger bent backwards seemingly of its own accord until it popped.
Sam clenched his eyes and turned away. Even Dean winced, looking away for a split second, seeing her grasping at her wrist like it could somehow stop the pain from radiating up her arm when he finally looked back.
“I release you!” she said quickly, her second finger already starting to bend.
Casey didn’t stop and Dean was ready to lay a hand on her shoulder when Ruby screamed again.
“Okay! Okay!”
Her finger stopped its unnatural movement, the way it was frozen even more disgusting.
Ruby began reciting Latin, Sam only being able to pick up a few words like binding, soul and release.
Dean no doubt picked up less of the vocabulary, but it was evident on Casey’s face that she understood every word.
“Good,” she grinned when Ruby finally sagged back when Casey withdrew her power.
“Boys, how ‘bout you wait outside?”
“Casey…”
“Dean, you’re free okay? That’s all that matters. I don’t want you here for this.”
“We’ve killed demons before,” Sam said softly, already standing.
“Yes, but she’s still in a human host.”
“So we should exorcise her,” Dean said gently, placing a tentative hand on her arm, wondering if he needed to reel her back in.
His touch didn’t matter though, what she was doing wasn’t because she was loosing her grasp.
“It wouldn’t work, the body’s too far gone,” she said calmly, holding Ruby’s eyes. “And I’m not giving her the luxury of returning to Hell.”
Dean caught Sam’s eye, both of them wishing there was another way, but both understanding why it must be done.
“Case…”
“I don’t want you boys here for this…please. I told you once Dean that you don’t want to know the things I’ve done. You two haven’t done it. So please…let me keep at least this one death off your hands,” she said quietly.
Dean just squeezed her arm reassuringly, mouth set in a grim line, before he ushered Sam out the door.
They all buried the body together.
Chapter Notes: Silentium, which Casey growls at Ruby, is Latin for "silence."
She also calls her a reproba orator which is Latin for "false speaker." Apparently there is no translation for "liar."
Again I used this site for both translations: http://www.tranexp.com:2000/Translate/result.shtml
And *drumroll* only one chapter left!! I'm actually sad, this fic has been like...my life for 3 months, it's wierd for it to be almost over. *sniffles*
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Chapter 11
Chapter Wordcount: 1559
It was almost a month before Ruby showed again.
Sam shoved the motel room key back in his pocket as he led her through the door, closing it behind her.
“I’m telling you The Colt jammed. Whatever you and Bobby did, it wasn’t good enough.”
“Well if the gun jammed, it sure wasn’t my fault,” she sneered, not even waiting for him to produce the weapon in question as she stalked over to his duffle on the bed and began tearing through it without asking.
She yanked it out of the mess of clothes, gave it a once over and then spun on him.
“There is nothing wrong with this thing!” she said, thoroughly pissed off that he dragged her all the way back here.
Sam’s evil smirk caused even Ruby to freeze.
He coolly just pulled his phone from his pocket, hit speed dial and waited for Dean to answer, never taking his eyes off Ruby.
“Yea…got her,” he grinned, snapping his phone shut.
Dean came through first, already glaring daggers as he walked through the door.
What Ruby hadn’t anticipated was Casey walking in right behind him.
She may not have known who she was, but just like any soldier she could tell a superior officer when she saw one.
The sudden twist in events had her shifting where she had sat in silent plotting after Sam’s phone call.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the wicked witch of the west,” Dean sneered.
“Bite me.”
“No thanks, you’re not my type,” he winked.
“Apparently I am,” she spat, waving her hand at Casey, whose eyes were already midnight black.
“Silentium,” she growled.
Dean arched his brow and smirked at the pure look of rage that washed over Ruby’s face, but nonetheless she shut her mouth.
Casey sat down on her and Dean’s bed, directly across from her and leaned forward, elbows on her knees.
“So tell me, Bareket,” she grinned, seeing the flash of concern cross Ruby’s face, “Tell me why you’ve been messing with my boy Sam here.”
“Just trying to help him,” Ruby said, quietly, trying to cover her anxiety in anger.
“Reproba orator.”
Sam felt a rush of satisfaction at how Ruby swallowed hard, fidgeting where she sat.
“Now, I’m going to ask you one more time. Why. Have. You. Been. Harassing. Him?” she said slowly, enunciating each word carefully.
“You’re one to talk you know? I know for a fact you were one of the ones ready and willing to follow him when he was supposed to lead the army, Anjasi.”
“True. Times change. Now, you call me by name or evade my question again, and you’re not going to like how I react.”
“Just trying to make him realize his proper role,” she said quietly, almost not wanting to let Sam hear, lest it break her upper hand.
“What role is that?” Sam growled.
“Our Commander in Chief,” she smiled cynically.
“And what in the Hell makes you think he would ever agree to that?” Dean spit out.
“Well first off, we were all hoping your macho ass would be toast by now.”
Whatever else she was going to spout off was stopped abruptly with Casey’s hand went crashing into her cheek with a backhand so powerful that bright red erupted across half her face.
Casey sat back down as if nothing had happened, giving Ruby a moment to spit the blood out of her mouth before addressing her again.
“What made you think that you, of all people, would be the one to push him to that? Or more importantly, why did you think that was your mission?”
Ruby stared, unwilling to give up her hand, still refusing to admit that there wasn’t any way she was getting out of this motel room alive.
Dean and Sam both jerked when all of a sudden she let out a scream, gasping for breath and clutching at her chest.
Dean shot his eyes to Casey, if he hadn’t have known what she was capable of he wouldn’t have even been able to tell she was using her power.
Sam unconsciously leaned towards Dean when they actually heard a rib snap.
“Okay,” she hissed in pain.
“What was that?” Casey taunted, cupping her hand over her ear.
“I said okay!” Ruby sobbed.
“Good girl.”
“I was…” she swallowed hard. “I was trying to get him to take his rightful place. And when he did…he would reward me for showing him what he could be.”
“Wow, you are blonde aren’t you?” Dean laughed, earning a sharp glare from Sam.
Ruby didn’t even have the strength to snap back at him, just turned her gaze to him almost as if she didn’t even know he had been standing there.
“So you thought if you showed him the way, showed him the power he could have, he would thank you and you’d move up in the ranks, get away from the shitty little hole you currently reside in.”
She just nodded, dropping her chin towards the floor, the fear that she really wasn’t making it out of this finally setting in.
Casey looked over at Sam, letting her eyes return to normal for a second, before letting the black bleed back and returned her glare to Ruby.
“You told him you could get Dean out of his deal.”
Again Ruby nodded, defeated, sniffing back tears. Whether it was due to the pain or the fear of death was not certain.
“How?”
“I have control of it.”
“What?” Dean boomed, crossing the room in an instant to stand next to Casey. “What do you mean you have control of it?”
Casey reached out, laying her hand gently on Dean’s arm.
“I hold the contract,” she whispered.
“Dear god,” Sam breathed, sinking down onto the bed, hands shaking.
“That’s why you were so pissed when I killed the Crossroad’s Demon…” he said quietly.
“You were getting too close to me,” she said, tears falling unbidden down her cheeks.
“Release him,” Casey cut out, strong and determined, more than obvious that it was a command.
Suddenly Ruby seemed to gain a second wind.
“And why would I do that? You’re just going to kill me once I do!” she spat.
Dean shifted his weight ready to take a step forward. Casey held out her hand and stopped him, returning to her feet and looming over the younger woman.
“I’m going to kill you whether you do or not. Only difference is whether I have mercy on your pathetic ass. You release him now, like I say and I’ll slit your pretty little throat with your prize knife,” she said deathly low, reaching over and pulling the bone-handled dagger from where it had been sheathed on Ruby’s hip.
“Or…you let me release some tension, blow of some steam as I torture you for weeks until you are begging me to let you release him,” she smiled, leaning into Ruby’s face.
Dean watched her carefully, seeing that deadly side of her that she credited him with holding at bay.
Only, he could really give a rat’s ass about holding it at bay right now.
For several stretched-out seconds the only sound in the small motel room was Ruby’s pain constricted breathing.
Up until she gasped in pain, as her finger bent backwards seemingly of its own accord until it popped.
Sam clenched his eyes and turned away. Even Dean winced, looking away for a split second, seeing her grasping at her wrist like it could somehow stop the pain from radiating up her arm when he finally looked back.
“I release you!” she said quickly, her second finger already starting to bend.
Casey didn’t stop and Dean was ready to lay a hand on her shoulder when Ruby screamed again.
“Okay! Okay!”
Her finger stopped its unnatural movement, the way it was frozen even more disgusting.
Ruby began reciting Latin, Sam only being able to pick up a few words like binding, soul and release.
Dean no doubt picked up less of the vocabulary, but it was evident on Casey’s face that she understood every word.
“Good,” she grinned when Ruby finally sagged back when Casey withdrew her power.
“Boys, how ‘bout you wait outside?”
“Casey…”
“Dean, you’re free okay? That’s all that matters. I don’t want you here for this.”
“We’ve killed demons before,” Sam said softly, already standing.
“Yes, but she’s still in a human host.”
“So we should exorcise her,” Dean said gently, placing a tentative hand on her arm, wondering if he needed to reel her back in.
His touch didn’t matter though, what she was doing wasn’t because she was loosing her grasp.
“It wouldn’t work, the body’s too far gone,” she said calmly, holding Ruby’s eyes. “And I’m not giving her the luxury of returning to Hell.”
Dean caught Sam’s eye, both of them wishing there was another way, but both understanding why it must be done.
“Case…”
“I don’t want you boys here for this…please. I told you once Dean that you don’t want to know the things I’ve done. You two haven’t done it. So please…let me keep at least this one death off your hands,” she said quietly.
Dean just squeezed her arm reassuringly, mouth set in a grim line, before he ushered Sam out the door.
They all buried the body together.
Chapter Notes: Silentium, which Casey growls at Ruby, is Latin for "silence."
She also calls her a reproba orator which is Latin for "false speaker." Apparently there is no translation for "liar."
Again I used this site for both translations: http://www.tranexp.com:2000/Translate/result.shtml
And *drumroll* only one chapter left!! I'm actually sad, this fic has been like...my life for 3 months, it's wierd for it to be almost over. *sniffles*
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