The War Drums Are Gonna Sound, for diva5256 (Sam/Ruby, PG-13)
Title: The War Drums Are Gonna Sound
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Recipient: diva5256
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Evilish!Sam/Ruby
Summary: Sam started coming apart at the seams long before his brother died.
Author's Notes: Spoilers through the season three finale. Resistance to evil!Sam is always futile when it comes to me, so when this prompt was given to me, I just couldn’t help myself. Hope you enjoy it!
Ruby was a good little soldier.
Contrary to popular belief (or Dean’s popular belief in any case) Ruby was a better actress than she was a demon hater. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Lilith-well, she didn’t like Lilith, but that wasn’t her point-she had a job to do. No matter who had made it out of Azazel’s kids alive, she had marching orders as soon as she got out of the gate, and that was to make sure that whoever it was rose to their full potential. She was supposed to breed them into the leader of the army, no matter what obstacles would come their way, demon and human alike. And while yeah, she knew that the Winchester brotherly bond was going to be damn hard to break, she also knew that all she had to do was sit, wait and see what happens.
Luckily for her, Dean Winchester makes her job really fucking easy.
She wasn’t counting on a demon deal. She was counting on Sam to come out on top, but she hadn’t expected the turn of events that would have gotten her Dean out of the picture in a year, and Sam ready to tear the world apart to get him back. And sure, it had cost her a perfectly good meat sack and a few demons that might have considered her an ally once upon a time, but really-it was all for the cause. And the cause, as far as she was concerned, was the only thing that mattered. Ends justify the means after all, and she had been fighting this war long before the Winchester brothers were in the picture. She wasn’t going to let them stand in her way now.
She knew Sam had a thing for blonds, so when she needed to pick a new meat, she wanted to at least be consistent. It took her some time to find Sam again, but not long enough that she got to miss the grieving period. In fact, she managed to arrive at just the right moment, as far as she was concerned. Sam was still cowering. Mourning. Reaching for something he couldn’t really have-at least, not yet anyway.
“Wow,” she said dryly after kicking down the door glancing around at the wallpaper that was clearly peeling off the walls and trying to ignore the stench of unwashed Winchester that wafted back out at her. She had estimated that it had taken her a few weeks to claw her way out of the gate again, but she hadn’t expected Sam to sink this far into grief. “You really know how to hold yourself together there, Sam.”
He looked up at her and his eyes narrowed, his fingers curling around the edge of the knife. Her knife. She was kind of touched that he held onto it, but the fact that the unshaven, mess of a man with wild eyes was considering using it on her because he clearly didn’t recognize her was slightly pissing her off. Just a bit.
She made her way over and she watched him move, fingers curling around the hilt of the knife, ready to stab without even thinking to double check who he was talking to. “Stay back,” he rasped, his voice weak, almost as though it hasn’t been used in days and it probably hadn’t. He probably hadn’t eaten much, either, and she was surprised she hadn’t stumbled on a skeleton, rather than human being who was still flesh and blood. But there he was, looking more like a mountain man, with nearly a full beard and greasy hair hanging in his face, and while she had some cleaning up to do, she could see the hunger in his eyes, the need for something that was beyond her reach at the level where he was, and just waiting for Ruby to usher him into the proud little destroyer of worlds that he was supposed to be.
She squared off, hands on her hips, and tilting her head to the side slightly. “What, Sam, you don’t recognize me?” Ruby faked a pout, but her tone wasn’t anywhere near hurt. She was annoyed, borderline pissed at his behavior, and she was going to let him know it. “I’m hurt. You’d think you’d remember the girl who saved your ass on more than one occasion.”
It was a flash of confusion, then recognition, but not quite the flare she was looking for. “Fuck off, Ruby.”
“Fuck off?” Oh, hell no. “Fuck off?”
“You heard me, didn’t you?” he snapped, his body straightening up slightly, almost defensive if he wasn’t curled up on the ground. Her eyes narrowed and she was now officially beyond pissed. Sam wanted to just die alone in a shitty motel room, that was fine by her-she’d find someone else to shape into a leader. Someone who wanted more than anything else in the world to have something change.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she glared, eyes sharp and cold. “Here I thought you wanted to save your brother. But if you want to sit down on your pansy ass and just starve to death, well be my guest. Far be it from me to interrupt your pity party.”
At the mention of Dean, Sam’s eyes pooled again, and she’d never seen someone with so much power under his fingertips look so absolutely defeated, and if she had a heart, it probably would have broken. Ruby had never been one for pity however, and she needed to snap Sam out of it, and fast.
“I can’t save him, Ruby,” Sam replied. “He’s already gone.”
Well, yeah, that was true. But she knew things he didn’t, and it was all a matter of getting that stubborn Winchester brain to swing over to her way of things before she lost Sam entirely.
“Look-I never lied to you, Sam. I told you I could help you save your brother, and I’m still willing to help you do it.”
“It’s too late.”
“Better late than never.”
There was a moment, a moment where she saw a bit of hope flare in his eyes. It flared and died faster than anyone would be able to catch, and she sighed heavily before making her way over to him. “Sam,” she sighed softly, walking over and crouching down in front of him. “C’mon, Sam. I told you-all you have to do is give in. You want to save Dean, you’ve got to stand up and take it.”
“Ruby, just-”
“What, stop?” she said, narrowing her eyes slightly as she leaned in closer, getting in his face for the first time in a long time. “No, Sam-I’m not going to stop. I promised you, didn’t I? That I would help you save him.”
“Damnit, Ruby-”
“Make me, Sam,” she replied, leaning in closer, grasping a wrist in each hand as they rose up to push her away from him. “Make me stop. Because I am not backing out anytime soon. It’s just that the longer you take, the more you wonder if the Dean you’re going to be getting back is still the Dean that you lost.” What she didn’t say was that she couldn’t care less about Sam saving his brother and getting back what was his, she just wanted to do her job and find the soulless bastard that she knew was in there.
“Stop, just-”
“I told you, Sam.” His hands lashed out again, and she kicked in a little extra juice, using her typical demonic telekinesis to pin him to the wall, leaving him throat exposed, completely at her mercy. “I’m not going to stop. You need to make me. Tell me what you want, Sam. Show me.”
She saw it almost seconds before it happened. A flash of red and gold, fire and anger, before her meat was flung backwards feeling what should have been pain as her body collided with drywall, hearing it crack and give under the force. She started to get back up again, but he was on her too quickly, his physical arm pinning her back up even more firmly against the wall, and the knife to her throat. Her knife. Her eyes looked up at him, even and fearless, her body trying to catch its breath and hold onto it, and he just stared at her. There was a moment, and she saw the catch in his eyes, the break in concentration that was giving her just the right advantage, to land a blow to the stomach with her legs and throw him back to the ground.
There was a moment as she pulled herself away from the wall, one hand coming up to catch a small trickle of blood coming out of the corner of her mouth and she looked down at it for a moment, before her eyes turned back to him, still as cold as they ever were, a slight smirk still resting on her lips.
“Now there’s a good little AntiChrist,” she said, before moving towards the bathroom. She pulled one of the towels off the rack in the room and tossed it where he was still lodged on the floor, breathing heavily, confusion and grief weighing heavily on his shoulders. “C’mon-clean up. We got some work to do.”
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Recipient: diva5256
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Evilish!Sam/Ruby
Summary: Sam started coming apart at the seams long before his brother died.
Author's Notes: Spoilers through the season three finale. Resistance to evil!Sam is always futile when it comes to me, so when this prompt was given to me, I just couldn’t help myself. Hope you enjoy it!
Ruby was a good little soldier.
Contrary to popular belief (or Dean’s popular belief in any case) Ruby was a better actress than she was a demon hater. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Lilith-well, she didn’t like Lilith, but that wasn’t her point-she had a job to do. No matter who had made it out of Azazel’s kids alive, she had marching orders as soon as she got out of the gate, and that was to make sure that whoever it was rose to their full potential. She was supposed to breed them into the leader of the army, no matter what obstacles would come their way, demon and human alike. And while yeah, she knew that the Winchester brotherly bond was going to be damn hard to break, she also knew that all she had to do was sit, wait and see what happens.
Luckily for her, Dean Winchester makes her job really fucking easy.
She wasn’t counting on a demon deal. She was counting on Sam to come out on top, but she hadn’t expected the turn of events that would have gotten her Dean out of the picture in a year, and Sam ready to tear the world apart to get him back. And sure, it had cost her a perfectly good meat sack and a few demons that might have considered her an ally once upon a time, but really-it was all for the cause. And the cause, as far as she was concerned, was the only thing that mattered. Ends justify the means after all, and she had been fighting this war long before the Winchester brothers were in the picture. She wasn’t going to let them stand in her way now.
She knew Sam had a thing for blonds, so when she needed to pick a new meat, she wanted to at least be consistent. It took her some time to find Sam again, but not long enough that she got to miss the grieving period. In fact, she managed to arrive at just the right moment, as far as she was concerned. Sam was still cowering. Mourning. Reaching for something he couldn’t really have-at least, not yet anyway.
“Wow,” she said dryly after kicking down the door glancing around at the wallpaper that was clearly peeling off the walls and trying to ignore the stench of unwashed Winchester that wafted back out at her. She had estimated that it had taken her a few weeks to claw her way out of the gate again, but she hadn’t expected Sam to sink this far into grief. “You really know how to hold yourself together there, Sam.”
He looked up at her and his eyes narrowed, his fingers curling around the edge of the knife. Her knife. She was kind of touched that he held onto it, but the fact that the unshaven, mess of a man with wild eyes was considering using it on her because he clearly didn’t recognize her was slightly pissing her off. Just a bit.
She made her way over and she watched him move, fingers curling around the hilt of the knife, ready to stab without even thinking to double check who he was talking to. “Stay back,” he rasped, his voice weak, almost as though it hasn’t been used in days and it probably hadn’t. He probably hadn’t eaten much, either, and she was surprised she hadn’t stumbled on a skeleton, rather than human being who was still flesh and blood. But there he was, looking more like a mountain man, with nearly a full beard and greasy hair hanging in his face, and while she had some cleaning up to do, she could see the hunger in his eyes, the need for something that was beyond her reach at the level where he was, and just waiting for Ruby to usher him into the proud little destroyer of worlds that he was supposed to be.
She squared off, hands on her hips, and tilting her head to the side slightly. “What, Sam, you don’t recognize me?” Ruby faked a pout, but her tone wasn’t anywhere near hurt. She was annoyed, borderline pissed at his behavior, and she was going to let him know it. “I’m hurt. You’d think you’d remember the girl who saved your ass on more than one occasion.”
It was a flash of confusion, then recognition, but not quite the flare she was looking for. “Fuck off, Ruby.”
“Fuck off?” Oh, hell no. “Fuck off?”
“You heard me, didn’t you?” he snapped, his body straightening up slightly, almost defensive if he wasn’t curled up on the ground. Her eyes narrowed and she was now officially beyond pissed. Sam wanted to just die alone in a shitty motel room, that was fine by her-she’d find someone else to shape into a leader. Someone who wanted more than anything else in the world to have something change.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she glared, eyes sharp and cold. “Here I thought you wanted to save your brother. But if you want to sit down on your pansy ass and just starve to death, well be my guest. Far be it from me to interrupt your pity party.”
At the mention of Dean, Sam’s eyes pooled again, and she’d never seen someone with so much power under his fingertips look so absolutely defeated, and if she had a heart, it probably would have broken. Ruby had never been one for pity however, and she needed to snap Sam out of it, and fast.
“I can’t save him, Ruby,” Sam replied. “He’s already gone.”
Well, yeah, that was true. But she knew things he didn’t, and it was all a matter of getting that stubborn Winchester brain to swing over to her way of things before she lost Sam entirely.
“Look-I never lied to you, Sam. I told you I could help you save your brother, and I’m still willing to help you do it.”
“It’s too late.”
“Better late than never.”
There was a moment, a moment where she saw a bit of hope flare in his eyes. It flared and died faster than anyone would be able to catch, and she sighed heavily before making her way over to him. “Sam,” she sighed softly, walking over and crouching down in front of him. “C’mon, Sam. I told you-all you have to do is give in. You want to save Dean, you’ve got to stand up and take it.”
“Ruby, just-”
“What, stop?” she said, narrowing her eyes slightly as she leaned in closer, getting in his face for the first time in a long time. “No, Sam-I’m not going to stop. I promised you, didn’t I? That I would help you save him.”
“Damnit, Ruby-”
“Make me, Sam,” she replied, leaning in closer, grasping a wrist in each hand as they rose up to push her away from him. “Make me stop. Because I am not backing out anytime soon. It’s just that the longer you take, the more you wonder if the Dean you’re going to be getting back is still the Dean that you lost.” What she didn’t say was that she couldn’t care less about Sam saving his brother and getting back what was his, she just wanted to do her job and find the soulless bastard that she knew was in there.
“Stop, just-”
“I told you, Sam.” His hands lashed out again, and she kicked in a little extra juice, using her typical demonic telekinesis to pin him to the wall, leaving him throat exposed, completely at her mercy. “I’m not going to stop. You need to make me. Tell me what you want, Sam. Show me.”
She saw it almost seconds before it happened. A flash of red and gold, fire and anger, before her meat was flung backwards feeling what should have been pain as her body collided with drywall, hearing it crack and give under the force. She started to get back up again, but he was on her too quickly, his physical arm pinning her back up even more firmly against the wall, and the knife to her throat. Her knife. Her eyes looked up at him, even and fearless, her body trying to catch its breath and hold onto it, and he just stared at her. There was a moment, and she saw the catch in his eyes, the break in concentration that was giving her just the right advantage, to land a blow to the stomach with her legs and throw him back to the ground.
There was a moment as she pulled herself away from the wall, one hand coming up to catch a small trickle of blood coming out of the corner of her mouth and she looked down at it for a moment, before her eyes turned back to him, still as cold as they ever were, a slight smirk still resting on her lips.
“Now there’s a good little AntiChrist,” she said, before moving towards the bathroom. She pulled one of the towels off the rack in the room and tossed it where he was still lodged on the floor, breathing heavily, confusion and grief weighing heavily on his shoulders. “C’mon-clean up. We got some work to do.”