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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2013 19:14:17 GMT -5
Nothing had surprised Ruby more than the phone call she'd received from Sam Winchester. Of course given their tumultuous history she was instantly on guard. A text might have been a red flag for some kind of trap but the effort and sincerity of an actual phone call had forced her to agree to meet him in a small attempt at the redemption she sought from him for all of her past transgressions. Sam had given her vague directions to the desired meeting place, but they were accurate enough and soon Ruby was on her way to secretly meet up with the hunter.
With a penchant for muscle cars, Ruby had acquired a newer Camaro model from an unsuspecting couple who no doubt would be less than pleased to find out the valet service at their restaurant managed to lose their precious vehicle. However, they were still alive and that was a lot more than she could say for how she might have dealt with the situation in the past instead opting to leave behind a trail of dead bodies. Ruby liked to think she was growing, at least to a point.
Pulling into the desolate vacant lot Sam had described to her, Ruby killed the lights and the engine of the black and red beast as she pocketed the keys and climbed out the driver's side door. Closing the car door behind her with a swift kick of her foot, Ruby placed her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket as she turned to survey her surroundings in hope of spotting the familiar Impala.
She still possessed an uneasy feeling about meeting up with Sam in the first place, but things certainly couldn't get any worse than the first time she'd decided to show herself could they? Leaning up against the side of the car, she pulled out a disposable cell from the back pocket of her jeans as she called back the only number in her recent calls list. It rang several times before she was prompted to leave a voice mail message.
"Hey Sam... it's me. I just got here, where you told me to meet you. So, just letting you know to be on the look-out." Ruby could hear the awkward staccato in her own voice as she quickly and decidedly hit the 'call end' button. She was still on thin ice when it came to anything involving Sam and she wasn't about to blow it now, not with what she'd learned about him in the small library of that church only a few weeks ago. The younger Winchester was a walking incubator for Lucifer himself and for some psychotic reason it tugged at some intangible strings of loyalty she had with Sam in wanting to stick around him for the whole ordeal.
"Well this better be good." She muttered to herself as she tossed her phone onto the passenger seat through the open driver's side window before crossing her legs at the ankles and lounging against the automobile, once again waiting for Sam not unlike the secret rendezvouses of yesteryear when she met him behind Dean's back for a quick little fix of her blood and maybe a hit it and quit it to ease both their tensions. Every meeting with him had been a cold and calculated move on her part and Ruby was walking blind into the situation now. She was on guard as always, it was in her nature, but was still somehow hoping she wasn't getting herself set up in some twisted Winchester version of plotted revenge.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2013 22:24:45 GMT -5
Sam was in place long before the time he'd told Ruby to be there. He watched the desolate lot, with the abandoned gas station off to one side. The car was parked in the brush along the side of the gas shack, where she wouldn't see it unless she went snooping. Sam himself was inside the gas-n-gulp, watching through two sets of dirt-engrained window panes for any signs of life.
If he was lucky, she wouldn't sneak up like he had. If he wasn't lucky, he'd get a call from her long after she'd scoped out the area, seen his plot, and bolted far away. But this had to work. He wasn't going to return to the bunker worse off than he was when he'd left. Well--too late for that. He was a mental basketcase, or on his way there, at least. But if he could snare Ruby, he'd at least have a shot at some answers.
After what felt like an hour, a car came down the road. Sam watched it make the turn and ease to a stop. It was definitely Ruby; the car was just her style. He watched her lift her phone to her ear and his eyes slid down that leather jacket she couldn't live without, down those jeans. Curves he knew all too well. He felt his phone buzzing in his pocket but let her call go to voicemail. Show time. Sam stepped into the open doorway and over the pieces of the door that had long since been busted in so the station could be looted within an inch of its life. He eyed her for a moment longer and then called across the lot. "Hey."
He didn't wait for her, stepping back over the rubble and into the small room. He settled in across the room, leaning onto the counter just a few feet from the back exit. Just in case a quick escape was needed. When she came into sight, he gave her a single nod. "Let's cut the crap, I don't have time for it. I remember the Cage. I remember...something. You know Hell, and I need answers."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2013 18:03:59 GMT -5
The thought about getting back into the stolen car and giving up on this whole stupid plan of meeting up with Sam had crossed her mind more than a few times but instead and against her better judgment she stayed where she was. Ruby thought about trying his cell phone again, wondering what could possibly be keeping him until she suddenly heard his gruff voice call to her from across the empty lot. Standing and turning on her heel, she saw Sam standing in the empty doorway of an old building that was practically falling apart, surprised somewhat by his sudden appearance and lack of transportation. She couldn't be sure why, but already something felt off about their secret little rendezvous but she merely nodded in his direction and headed his way as he disappeared inside the darkened building.
Ruby lifter her foot to take a tentative step through the small entryway of the dilapidated quick-stop before thinking better of it and firmly planting her foot back on the ground. Instead, she cautiously leaned through the doorway and glanced around at her surrounding from side to side as if anticipating some sort of immediate threat or danger. In fact, she half expected to find Dean there waiting in the wings and armed with her own mystical blade to send her back to the fields where they were sure she belonged but was surprised to see nothing but bits of wood and plaster covering the floors. If Ruby had learned anything as a demon throughout her hundreds of years it was that you could never be too careful about entering a situation, regardless of whom or what it might entail.
After assessing the threat level against her as minimal, Ruby followed Sam’s example and entered what was left of the original shack structure of the old gas station. She crossed her leather-clad arms defensively over her chest as if to signify she was all business and strode across the room to stand on the opposite side of the clerk’s counter from Sam as she casually leaned against the old wood paneling. As soon as he spoke however, her guard was up and instinctively back in place when he mentioned memories of being trapped in the Cage. Ruby’s eyes that had met his since her arrival were suddenly averted, downcast to the rough grainy top of the counter for only a split second. She was sure he hadn't caught it, but cursed herself inwardly for showing any sign of hesitation or weakness in his presence. It was a weakness she couldn't afford with him still so unpredictable seeing as how she’d ended up with a knife in her side during their previous little reunion.
“Sam…” Her voice was stern and there was a hint of something else behind her words, a sense of pity and certain tiredness to her entire demeanor at the subject he’d broached. “I've told you before; I don’t know what you want from me. I answered for what I did to you to open the cage and free Lucifer, but I wasn't exactly around for the whole victory lap showdown between him and Michael.” She snapped at him, the edge in her voice matching his own treatment of her, the patience between them clearly wearing thin. “If you remember anything from being down there… then I’m sorry, I really truly am.” And there was suddenly an eerie true sincerity in her apology, an empathetic understanding on some level of what torment he’d been subjected to while trapped there. “But I don’t know why you think I have any of the answers you’re looking for. When you and your brother killed me, I didn't exactly get thrown back into the pit like any run-of-the-mill exorcism. When demons die, they go to the Fields and trust me; it’s not exactly a five star resort in comparison either.” Her eyes narrowed in time with her bitter sarcasm as she watched him carefully, suddenly second guessing why she agreed to meet him in the first place.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2013 22:52:12 GMT -5
"No," Sam cut in shortly, an uncharacteristic note to his voice, as sharp as it was. Dean was the one known for cutting through the crap, Sam was the one who normally took a more diplomatic approach. But not this time. He could feel the loose threads of his mind fraying and if his past was any indication, it was only so long before they started to unravel. He didn't have the time for beating around the bush. No niceties, not this time around, not with Ruby--and that was saying something, as the last time around had included stabbing her in the stomach.
"You might not know the Cage, but you know Hell. How many centuries were you down there? You know things, you have answers that I need. You can't tell me that in five hundred years, you never heard rumors about the Cage. You knew enough to know where to open it, and how. A pathetic Lucifer groupie like you? You know more than you let on the first time around."
His voice rose a bit as he jabbed a finger toward her. Sammy was certainly on the offense in that damp, pathetic excuse for a Gas Mart. Ruby was the Queen of playing games, and he didn't have time for it anymore. Nor patience. "I'm not interested in hurting you," he said, straightening from the counter but not making a move closer to her. He didn't even bother pulling out a weapon to accentuate the threat; which should have been the first sign that something wasn't right. It was true, though; he wasn't interested in hurting Ruby. She wasn't the same temptation she had been to him before, because he didn't need her like he'd thought he needed her the first time around. And he had more serious things to figure out, things she didn't factor into. Well, until he'd decided to rope her into it.
He watched her with a cool but guarded stare. "But you are going to tell me what you do know. The easy way, or the hard one. And if I can't get it out of you...Dean knows your Fields well. He learned more there than he did in his stint as Head Torturer in Hell."
It was a threat, plain and simple, and Sam relaxed, knowing that he had her, even if she didn't know it yet. Dipping into the back pocket of his jeans, he pulled out a pair of cuffs engraved with devil's traps and other symbols which would render her powerless. He tossed them to her smoothly and found himself nearly smiling. "But put those on, and come quietly, and I promise he won't touch a hair on your head." Just in case she had thoughts of escape in her head, Sam pointed a finger toward the ceiling, where white spray paint on the greying ceiling made the devil's trap nearly indistinguishable. "No way out but with me."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2013 0:09:39 GMT -5
“You’re right, I might know something. But you've given me absolutely no reason to want to help you.” She snapped at him harshly, glancing around her surroundings once more as if for her own clarification of her immediate safety. “I only knew what I needed to and Lilith made sure of it. I was just a cog in the master plan when it came to freeing Lucifer. Don’t give the “pathetic groupie” too much credit Sam.” Ruby rolled her eyes at both his tone and choice of words.
Sam’s actions seemed to go against everything he was saying to her. His words were full of venom and malice yet he was trying to sell her on the premise that he wasn't interested in hurting her when she knew for a fact he wanted nothing more than to tear her limb from limb personally for what she had done to him. Her meat suit still bore the rugged scar of proof from the cheap shot he’d delivered to her in the library of the church that told her the exact opposite of what he was trying to tell her now.
Sam’s carefully guarded threat to her well-being at the hands of his elder brother brought out the true demonic black color of her eyes as she sneered back at him, somewhat amused at this new deviousness in him. “Looks like someone finally earned their stripes.” She gave him an odd sense of commendation for his underhanded tactics to lure and trap her there. Her glare at him was biting in return, not taking his threat lightly by any means but her defensive reaction was more similar to that of a cornered and dangerous animal. Though she didn't show it as it was still a sign of weakness in her eyes, Ruby was surprised to learn that Dean too had spent time in the Fields. “Well well well, looks like you weren't the only boy scout Winchester to get a merit badge.” A sadistic smirk twisted her lips upward as her eyes remained carefully trained on him.
“As you so kindly pointed out, I still have a few years on good ole’ Dean-O… so don’t forget who exactly you’re dealing with.” Ruby watched with measured anger and hatred for the man that stood before her as he produced a pair of heavy engraved iron cuffs before throwing them her way. With a flicker of her eyes as they returned to normal, she caught the cuffs instantly with one hand and looked them over once before smiling sweetly back at Sam as commanded her to essentially hand herself over as a willing captive. “I think you’re forgetting, I don’t exactly have much to lose anymore and haven’t you ever learned to never underestimate those who have nothing left to lose? It’s a dangerous game you’re playing Sam. Keep that in mind.” Ruby’s first instinct was the chuck the cuffs clear across the room but suddenly Lucifer’s careful words of warning rang clear in her head and she knew she was powerless to make any choices of her own apart from what Sam wanted. Briefly glancing up to where he point at the ceiling, Ruby was less than surprised to find herself pinned within the confines of a Devil’s Trap he’s put up before tricking her into the meet-up. “Clever boy.” She mused and without breaking eye contact with Sam, Ruby resigned herself to being taken captive and attached the manacles to her own wrists without another word of protest, or any words at all for that matter.
“What are you going to do with me Sam? If you wanted to tie me up to have fun, all you had to do was ask. Or are you just going to lock me up, throw away the key and hope that I can help solve all the problems in the scrambled little brain of yours?” She chose her words carefully as she took several steps forward, holding her cuffed hands up to him in offering as she stopped just at the edge of the Devil’s Trap above her as if submitting herself to him. “Do your worst.” It was her own warning to him that she was still just as dangerous as the last day he’d seen her on this earth before his brother sent her to the Fields. Ruby might have still held concern for Sam the day she had encountered Lucifer, but the threat Sam posed against her now was turning her to survival mode where she was becoming more and more disconnected to any parts of humanity she might have otherwise held onto. The threat of Lucifer was far greater than anything the Winchesters could do for her and despite the pitfalls she was still loyal somewhere deep inside of her and knew that she was willingly sacrificing herself right now if it meant that she was following orders and ultimately helping Sam.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2014 11:23:11 GMT -5
As Sam's trap was revealed, he watched Ruby closely, his hand itching for his knife. Well, really, Ruby's knife. Stabbing her with her own knife, that had been poetic. Of course, at the time he hadn't been worried about the poetry of it. It was about revenge as much as it was about killing a monster who had brought about the Apocalypse. Well, one of the monsters who had brought about the Apocalypse. Sam knew he'd been seriously close to being one of those monsters himself. Only once she had the manacles on did he move into the trap.
As she asked him, mocked him, about his plans for her, Sam took hold of the chain and pulled her out of the Gas-N-Gulp through the back. The car sat in the brush behind the gas station, and Sam pulled her up to it, staying on his guard in case Ruby decided to try something. Just because her demon abilities were neutralized by the cuffs, didn't mean that Ruby wasn't still a tough woman--well, demon. He wouldn't be at all surprised if she threw a punch at him, but then, he kind of hoped she would. It would be satisfying to feel the lack of power behind her attack, to know he really had her right where he wanted her.
“Do your worst.”
"If you cooperate, and answer my questions, I won't have to do anything." Sam opened the door and guided her into the passenger seat with a firm hand, then headed around and got in himself. After starting up the car, he leaned over her and opened up the glove box. What he pulled out was a long strip of black cloth, torn off an old (but clean) t-shirt. Without explanation, he started to wrap it around her eyes. Once, twice, three times around. No way she was seeing through that. Tying it, he sat back. "Can't have you seeing where we're headed."
Pulling onto the gravel road, Sam moved past her car and back toward the main road. "We've got two hours before we get to Dean. So I'm going to ask you again. What do you know about the Cage?" Soon Sam's questions became more pointed, in hopes of prying details out of her. "I know demons can get in the Cage. I remember them. And I got out somehow. I know Lucifer got out, too. You were right about that." Without knowing that Ruby already knew, Sam glanced over at her and continued. "He was possessing me. He's gone now."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2014 17:15:38 GMT -5
Ruby watched Sam steadily with an expression of hatred and malice as he loomed over her, grabbing hold of the chain that bound her before dragging her along like a dog on a leash. Once outside of the old decrepit station, Ruby immediately noticed the camouflaged Impala and cursed herself inwardly for not recognizing the blatant trap before. The humanistic part of her had been all too willing to be fooled by Sam and it proved to her now just as it had every single time before that it did nothing but make her weak. Her emotions, attachment and humanity meant fallibility and it wasn’t a risk she was willing to take any longer. Despite the several defensive maneuvers that raced through her head as Sam guided her to sit in the passenger seat of the car, Ruby ignored them and easily complied without another glance or word to Sam.
Instinctively Ruby jerked her head away from Sam as he reached forward to wrap the strip of black cloth around her eyes as a blindfold. It was out of pure defense mechanism as Sam moved so close to her person. In other circumstances his proximity might have elicited a very different response from her but at the present she was at a disadvantage with the iron cuffs taking away some of her abilities. She fought against him to no avail as he wrapped the cloth tightly enough around her eyes several times before tying it off behind her head. Ruby remained stone-faced and tight lipped even as she felt the engine of the Impala roar to life and pull out onto what sounded like gravel.
Even for a demon the loss of her sense of sight only heightened her other senses. As Sam began raising pointed questions to her, Ruby remained dead silent as she blindly continued looking straight ahead. There were competing emotions within her ranging from savagely angry and wanting to lash out at him in any way possible to conceding defeat and answering his questions both to end his torment as well as please Lucifer with her purpose of looking out for and aiding Sam. Currently however, the beastly anger raging inside of her was winning and there wasn’t much will or want to be compliant for Sam after she so willingly gave herself over to him like a hostage. Ruby knew she was playing a dangerous game when it came to the Winchester brothers, but more from her hurt pride than anything she wasn’t ready to give in and admit defeat. There was still time before they reached their destination, wherever it may be as Sam’s words only confirmed her suspicions. Given the rather lengthy time table and not much incentive awaiting her anyway, Ruby saw no reason to give Sam the answers he was so desperately seeking from her.
"Well gee Sam, if you already remember so much, what the hell do you need me for? Might as well just go ahead and put my out of my misery with my own knife. Again and dump me somewhere on the side of the road.." Her words were seething with venomous sarcasm as a small smirk played across her lips. It was clear that Sam had decided to play big boy games with the ancient demon and it meant the gloves were coming off no matter the cost. "Well what do you know, the demon bitch was right for once.." She cooed bemusedly at the admission of Lucifer getting sprung from the cage. While she had full well known the truth now for some time and the fact that Lucifer had been possessing Sam she decided it was a minor detail he didn't need to know now given the circumstances she now faced. "Maybe you can just ask your pal Lucy for answers you're looking for from the cage. After all, he was there. Not some lowly black-eyed like myself." She sneered with self-satisfaction and a malicious grin despite refusing to turn and face him despite the blindfold.
"What do you say Sammy, up for some good old fashioned road trip car games? But I have to tell you, if you want to play the license plate game I think you have a distinct advantage." The cuffs around her wrists jangled unceremoniously as she motioned toward the blindfold around her eyes with what limited movement the chains allowed her.
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