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scribblinlenoreTitle: From The Inside Out
Fandom: SPN
Pairings: Sam/Dean, Dean/Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ruby wants Sam to use his powers, and she knows just how to motivate him.
Note: This is for my second annual Birthday Smut-athon, in which I write smut to celebrate my birthday from prompts provided by my friends list. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
justabi for this prompt. Ruby teaches Sam to access his psychic-ness again by fucking Dean in the next room and making Sammy watch it all like he's right there. It's not exactly as ordered, but I hope you like it!
From The Inside Out
By Lenore
"Come on, Sammy." Ruby circles around him like a predatory cat. "You know it's the only way."
Sam makes a face. "Why? Because you say so? Because I can trust you?"
"Because when you search way down deep inside yourself," she traces a finger over his chest, "you know it's true. You know it's the only way to save Dean. All you've got to do is try." She tilts her head. "Or don't you love your brother enough to take a chance for him?"
Sam's hand shoots out, and he catches her around the throat, squeezes. "Shut up."
Ruby laughs, the sound light and trilling. "Temper, temper." She leans in, close enough that Sam can feel her breath against his face. "I can give you what you want."
"You can save Dean?" he says disbelievingly.
She smirks. "That's your job." She lowers her voice into the octave of secrets and seduction. "I'm talking about what you've always wanted."
Never let a demon see your weak spots, the things that can unravel you like a cheap piece of rope. Sam knows that. Hell, he learned it before he was out of diapers. But he just can't get the words out: I have no idea what you're talking about. His silence says as much as any confession.
Ruby gets a triumphant glint in her eyes and presses the advantage, "Lilith is vulnerable when she's in human form, but if she sees you coming, you don't stand a chance. That's why you have to make your move from the inside. Take control of the body she's in. Trap her. Kill the host, and that's the end of Lilith. All you have to do is tap into those powers you're so afraid to use."
Sam shakes his head, but it's more like he's trying to convince himself. "I can't. Dean said-- and I promised."
"I can make it worth your while." She presses closer, tilts her head back, and stares up at him, making all kinds of promises with her eyes.
Sam swallows, the muscles working in his throat. "You can't-- Dean wouldn't--"
Ruby's mouth curves into a cotton candy smile. "What Dean doesn't know won't hurt him."
Sam frowns, and Ruby presses his fingers hard against Sam's temple, and images leap to life behind his eyes. He sees Dean, sees him naked, touching, fucking. He yanks back out of her grasp, feeling dizzy and sick.
"You and Dean--" he says, sounding shocked even to himself.
"Hatred sex can be really hot." She nods toward the clock on the nightstand. "I'm meeting him in a few minutes for another round." At Sam's obvious disbelief, she grins. "Did you really think he was going to the library? You can tag along. Practice that little trick I taught you. Learn what you need to know to take out Lilith. Or you can wait around for the hellhounds to come for Dean." She runs a brightly lacquered nail along his cheek. "What's it going to be, Sammy?"
She's laughing when she shimmers away, and Sam can hear the echo of it for long seconds after she's gone. He stands there staring at nothing, and the thing is: Dean alive or Dean in hell, that's no decision at all.
Sam lies down on the bed. If his skin feels like it's made of electricity, that's just fear. That's what he tells himself, anyway. He closes his eyes, takes a breath and lets it out, willing himself to relax. The more he tries, though, the more distracted he gets by the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. He takes another breath, deeper than the last one, and lets it out, slowly, slowly, until his cells are screaming for air. He does it again, and again, until it's endlessly dark on the inside of his head. Then he pushes into that darkness, deeper, farther, focusing on Ruby.
At first, he doesn't realize it's happening. There's just this slight vibration that could be anything or nothing, but the vibration grows stronger, and the edge of his consciousness seems to waver, fold in on itself, a stomach-turning sensation. Slowly, the dark becomes less dark, and then a weak ray of light breaks in. It grows stronger and stronger until he can see.
His surroundings are hazy, and trying to look around gives him vertigo, but he's pretty sure this is nowhere he's ever been before. Gradually, his vision gets clearer, and he becomes more solidly part of...wherever this is, and then he realizes that Ruby is here, too. Sam is standing behind her, to one side, like a shadow. When he tries to move, he can't, but when Ruby moves, he's pulled along in her wake.
"Hey, lover," Ruby says in that infuriating drawl of hers.
That's when Sam notices Dean. He's standing a few feet away, his hands curled into fists, like he's not sure he wants to be there.
"Cut the chit chat," he snaps. "Are we going to do this or what?"
Ruby raises an eyebrow, obviously amused. "What would you do if I said 'or what'?"
Dean's face darkens, and he turns sharply on his heel and starts for the door.
"All right, all right." Ruby unbuttons her shirt. "No foreplay. Just the way you like it."
Dean stops, and turns back around, and his face changes when he sees Ruby stripped down to her bra, anger written over by the hard glint of want. Sam feels that like a punch to the stomach.
What are you gonna do, Sammy? Ruby slithers over to Dean, all loose-hipped temptation. Just stand there watching?
Dean doesn't blink, so apparently Ruby didn't actually say that out loud.
She runs a finger up Dean's arm. "You ready to play?"
He doesn't answer. He just puts his hands on her waist, slides them up her torso until they're spanning her rib cage. Dean's long, elegant fingers look huge on her pale skin. He flicks open the closure of her bra with his thumb and tosses the wispy lace over his shoulder. He stares at her breasts, a hungry look on his face, but before he can do anything about it, Ruby shakes her head and grabs his wrists.
"Quid pro quo, baby." She breathes the words along the line of Dean's jaw. "I like to look, too."
Dean strips off his shirt matter-of-factly and goes right back to cupping her breasts. Ruby murmurs "mmm" and runs her hands up his arms.
Don't tell me you don't want a piece of this. I mean, sure, you've touched him. To wash off blood. Put bandaids on his boo-boos. But you haven't ever had him like this. Ruby traces her thumbs across Dean's collarbone, down to his nipples, scratching lightly at them with her nails. Have you, Sammy?
Dean gathers Ruby up, and then the world tilts, and Sam loses his balance. When he gets his bearings again, he realizes that Dean has pushed Ruby down onto an ancient and grimy looking mattress. They're somewhere shack-like, rough walls and a dirt floor and this makeshift bed, and Sam wonders fleetingly how Dean knew about it. They've only been in town a day, on the track of a vengeful spirit that's been doing in the local beauty queens.
Then Dean surges forward, moving on top of Ruby, pushing up her skirt, making a place for himself between her legs, and Sam suddenly doesn't care where there are. Dean presses his face against Ruby's neck, sucking, biting, and Ruby arches up off the mattress, a sound coming out of her that's not entirely human, low and in the back of her throat, half moan, half growl.
You have no idea how good this feels, Sam. But you could. All you've got to do is want it. All you've got to do is take it.
It should be setting off all kinds of alarm bells, how much she wants him to do this. Hell, it is. It's fucking creeping Sam out. But there's a ticking clock that he hears all the time now, that he has heard since Dean first confessed about the deal he made, and now there's this: Dean reaches beneath Ruby's skirt, pulls her panties off in one quick motion and tosses them aside. He pops the button on his jeans, and there's the rasp of the zipper, and then he pushes his jeans down his hips. His cock is dark with blood, curving out from his body. He kneels between Ruby's thighs, and his face screws up with pleasure that looks almost like pain as he moves inside her.
There's no conscious decision. Just suddenly Sam is straining to get closer, to touch Dean. The effort feels like throwing himself against a concrete wall, but he wants it too much to stop. The resistance starts to give way at last, and Sam pushes, but he can't quite push through. It's like he's trapped, caught between worlds, and he has to fight down the panic.
Stop it. Just stop it, he tells himself. Focus.
He strains and heaves, a desperate effort of will, and then he can feel Dean's hand on his arm. Well, not his arm, but he feels it just the same. Feels Dean's breath, warm and humid against his neck. Feels-- oh God. Not his pussy, but he feels that, too.
Such a polite houseguest. Too bad this isn't a slumber party. What do you think Lilith's going to do when she realizes she has a stowaway on board? Send out the welcome wagon? You've got to go in hard, take over the instant you're inside. Now do it, Sam. Fight me for control.
But all Sam can think about is Dean, how he feels and smells and what he's doing, his mouth hot and wet on a nipple, the hard pounding of his hips.
Fight me, Sam, because if you don't, I can do this. Ruby presses her hand flat against Dean's chest and shoves him back.
Dean scowls. "What the fuck?"
I can get up and walk away right now, Ruby threatens.
Fuck you! Sam shouts at her.
He grapples with her for control of the hand that's pushing Dean away, and she fights back for all she's worth, and it feels like an ice pick between the eyes. But Sam has all this backlogged longing that he's carried around since…he doesn't even know when, and there's an unlikely power in that. He focuses on it, uses it, and he can feel Ruby weakening, fading. He pushes her as far away as he can. Then he curls his hand--his hand--around Dean's shoulder and pulls him in.
Dean's expression turns smug. "You want it. I knew it."
He starts fucking again, and Sam has the freedom to touch him now. He runs his hands all over every little bit of skin he can reach, along his arms and shoulders, his chest and back. Sam has never felt more unreal, being in this foreign body, but his brother at least is beautifully familiar. He cranes his neck for a kiss, but Dean turns his head to the side, and Sam has to settle for kissing his throat. Dean pushes his hands under Sam's hips, pulls him in harder, and there's a sudden shock of pleasure that has Sam shaking and crying out, "Dean!"
Dean lurches to a stop, breathless and frowning. "What the--" He stares down at Sam intently, searching his face. "Aw, fuck! What did you do? What did you do?"
Sam curls his hands around Dean's shoulders, holding on. "I just wanted-- I can't let you--"
Dean is shaking his head. "I told you not to trust her."
He starts to pull away, and Sam wraps his legs around Dean's waist to stop him, or try to anyway. His grip feels fragile against Dean's strength, and this is as disorienting as anything. It's been years since Sam was smaller than Dean.
"Sam," Dean says it like a warning, but there's a catch in his voice that gives him away.
Sam pushes up onto his elbow and catches Dean's chin and kisses him. Dean lets him, but that's all he does. When Sam pulls back, there's a look in Dean's eyes: We can't do this, it isn't right. But he doesn't say it. Maybe because he's already going to hell, and what else is there to lose. Sam cups his cheek and kisses him again.
This time, something seems to snap in Dean. He kisses back, deep and hungry, and follows Sam down onto the bed, and starts to move again. Sam lifts his legs and wraps them back around Dean's waist.
"Sam," Dean breathes against his cheek.
He reaches between their bodies and caresses with his thumb. Sam whimpers and bucks up into the next thrust.
"Please," he begs.
"Sammy, Sammy," Dean whispers.
He thrusts harder, deeper, hitting that spot again that lights Sam up. Sam digs his fingers into Dean's biceps, and desperate little noises come streaming out of him. The muscles tighten low in his belly, and the sensation keeps building. He's going to come, he's pretty sure, and it doesn't feel anything like it does as a man.
He presses his face against Dean's neck and holds on. He's trembling all over, and Dean works his thumb harder. Sam starts to shake and come apart. He sucks in a big breath and closes his eyes, and his vision blurs at the edges. And then everything is dark, and Sam is spinning away, losing his grip on Ruby's body.
When he opens his eyes again, he's back on the bed in the motel. His belly is sticky, his jeans clammy against his skin. Apparently, he came in his pants, and he really should get up, take a shower before Dean gets back. If there's no evidence of what they did, maybe they can just pretend it away. He doesn't move, though, because he's utterly wrecked, so wrung out from body hopping he can barely move, and maybe he's had enough of pretending. He lies there and stares up at the ceiling and waits.
Eventually, he hears the key in the lock. The door pushes open, and Dean steps inside. He doesn't say anything, just takes off his jacket, drapes it over the back of a chair, tosses his wallet and keys onto the dresser. He comes over to the bed and sits down next to Sam.
"I should be fucking pissed at you, you know that, right?"
Sam doesn't answer, because there's nothing to say.
Dean sighs tiredly. "She's using me against you. You've got to see that."
Sam thinks that over, and there's really no arguing the point. Clearly, Ruby wants something, and it sure as hell has nothing to do with saving Dean. But the thing is: Maybe he and Dean aren't just each other's weakness. Maybe they're each other's strength, too. The only times Sam has ever tapped into his power it's been for Dean.
"What if I can use you against Lilith?" he says at last.
Dean turns to look at Sam, his expression sharp with curiosity. "You're going to have to explain that at some point."
"At some point," Sam agrees, pushing himself up into a sitting position.
He looks Dean in the eye, giving him a chance to turn away before he kisses him. Dean's lips are soft, and they part easily for Sam's tongue, and it's so much better now that Sam is himself. When he pulls back, Dean gives him a long speculative look, as if he's making some decision.
At last he nods. "Okay, Sammy. Okay." He slaps Sam on the back. "Now get your ass in gear. We've still got some bones to burn, and this town can't afford to get any homelier."
He bounds up from the bed, and Sam rolls his eyes, and for the first time in almost ten months, he feels like maybe things will actually be okay.
Fandom: SPN
Pairings: Sam/Dean, Dean/Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ruby wants Sam to use his powers, and she knows just how to motivate him.
Note: This is for my second annual Birthday Smut-athon, in which I write smut to celebrate my birthday from prompts provided by my friends list. Thanks to
justabi for this prompt. Ruby teaches Sam to access his psychic-ness again by fucking Dean in the next room and making Sammy watch it all like he's right there. It's not exactly as ordered, but I hope you like it!From The Inside Out
By Lenore
"Come on, Sammy." Ruby circles around him like a predatory cat. "You know it's the only way."
Sam makes a face. "Why? Because you say so? Because I can trust you?"
"Because when you search way down deep inside yourself," she traces a finger over his chest, "you know it's true. You know it's the only way to save Dean. All you've got to do is try." She tilts her head. "Or don't you love your brother enough to take a chance for him?"
Sam's hand shoots out, and he catches her around the throat, squeezes. "Shut up."
Ruby laughs, the sound light and trilling. "Temper, temper." She leans in, close enough that Sam can feel her breath against his face. "I can give you what you want."
"You can save Dean?" he says disbelievingly.
She smirks. "That's your job." She lowers her voice into the octave of secrets and seduction. "I'm talking about what you've always wanted."
Never let a demon see your weak spots, the things that can unravel you like a cheap piece of rope. Sam knows that. Hell, he learned it before he was out of diapers. But he just can't get the words out: I have no idea what you're talking about. His silence says as much as any confession.
Ruby gets a triumphant glint in her eyes and presses the advantage, "Lilith is vulnerable when she's in human form, but if she sees you coming, you don't stand a chance. That's why you have to make your move from the inside. Take control of the body she's in. Trap her. Kill the host, and that's the end of Lilith. All you have to do is tap into those powers you're so afraid to use."
Sam shakes his head, but it's more like he's trying to convince himself. "I can't. Dean said-- and I promised."
"I can make it worth your while." She presses closer, tilts her head back, and stares up at him, making all kinds of promises with her eyes.
Sam swallows, the muscles working in his throat. "You can't-- Dean wouldn't--"
Ruby's mouth curves into a cotton candy smile. "What Dean doesn't know won't hurt him."
Sam frowns, and Ruby presses his fingers hard against Sam's temple, and images leap to life behind his eyes. He sees Dean, sees him naked, touching, fucking. He yanks back out of her grasp, feeling dizzy and sick.
"You and Dean--" he says, sounding shocked even to himself.
"Hatred sex can be really hot." She nods toward the clock on the nightstand. "I'm meeting him in a few minutes for another round." At Sam's obvious disbelief, she grins. "Did you really think he was going to the library? You can tag along. Practice that little trick I taught you. Learn what you need to know to take out Lilith. Or you can wait around for the hellhounds to come for Dean." She runs a brightly lacquered nail along his cheek. "What's it going to be, Sammy?"
She's laughing when she shimmers away, and Sam can hear the echo of it for long seconds after she's gone. He stands there staring at nothing, and the thing is: Dean alive or Dean in hell, that's no decision at all.
Sam lies down on the bed. If his skin feels like it's made of electricity, that's just fear. That's what he tells himself, anyway. He closes his eyes, takes a breath and lets it out, willing himself to relax. The more he tries, though, the more distracted he gets by the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. He takes another breath, deeper than the last one, and lets it out, slowly, slowly, until his cells are screaming for air. He does it again, and again, until it's endlessly dark on the inside of his head. Then he pushes into that darkness, deeper, farther, focusing on Ruby.
At first, he doesn't realize it's happening. There's just this slight vibration that could be anything or nothing, but the vibration grows stronger, and the edge of his consciousness seems to waver, fold in on itself, a stomach-turning sensation. Slowly, the dark becomes less dark, and then a weak ray of light breaks in. It grows stronger and stronger until he can see.
His surroundings are hazy, and trying to look around gives him vertigo, but he's pretty sure this is nowhere he's ever been before. Gradually, his vision gets clearer, and he becomes more solidly part of...wherever this is, and then he realizes that Ruby is here, too. Sam is standing behind her, to one side, like a shadow. When he tries to move, he can't, but when Ruby moves, he's pulled along in her wake.
"Hey, lover," Ruby says in that infuriating drawl of hers.
That's when Sam notices Dean. He's standing a few feet away, his hands curled into fists, like he's not sure he wants to be there.
"Cut the chit chat," he snaps. "Are we going to do this or what?"
Ruby raises an eyebrow, obviously amused. "What would you do if I said 'or what'?"
Dean's face darkens, and he turns sharply on his heel and starts for the door.
"All right, all right." Ruby unbuttons her shirt. "No foreplay. Just the way you like it."
Dean stops, and turns back around, and his face changes when he sees Ruby stripped down to her bra, anger written over by the hard glint of want. Sam feels that like a punch to the stomach.
What are you gonna do, Sammy? Ruby slithers over to Dean, all loose-hipped temptation. Just stand there watching?
Dean doesn't blink, so apparently Ruby didn't actually say that out loud.
She runs a finger up Dean's arm. "You ready to play?"
He doesn't answer. He just puts his hands on her waist, slides them up her torso until they're spanning her rib cage. Dean's long, elegant fingers look huge on her pale skin. He flicks open the closure of her bra with his thumb and tosses the wispy lace over his shoulder. He stares at her breasts, a hungry look on his face, but before he can do anything about it, Ruby shakes her head and grabs his wrists.
"Quid pro quo, baby." She breathes the words along the line of Dean's jaw. "I like to look, too."
Dean strips off his shirt matter-of-factly and goes right back to cupping her breasts. Ruby murmurs "mmm" and runs her hands up his arms.
Don't tell me you don't want a piece of this. I mean, sure, you've touched him. To wash off blood. Put bandaids on his boo-boos. But you haven't ever had him like this. Ruby traces her thumbs across Dean's collarbone, down to his nipples, scratching lightly at them with her nails. Have you, Sammy?
Dean gathers Ruby up, and then the world tilts, and Sam loses his balance. When he gets his bearings again, he realizes that Dean has pushed Ruby down onto an ancient and grimy looking mattress. They're somewhere shack-like, rough walls and a dirt floor and this makeshift bed, and Sam wonders fleetingly how Dean knew about it. They've only been in town a day, on the track of a vengeful spirit that's been doing in the local beauty queens.
Then Dean surges forward, moving on top of Ruby, pushing up her skirt, making a place for himself between her legs, and Sam suddenly doesn't care where there are. Dean presses his face against Ruby's neck, sucking, biting, and Ruby arches up off the mattress, a sound coming out of her that's not entirely human, low and in the back of her throat, half moan, half growl.
You have no idea how good this feels, Sam. But you could. All you've got to do is want it. All you've got to do is take it.
It should be setting off all kinds of alarm bells, how much she wants him to do this. Hell, it is. It's fucking creeping Sam out. But there's a ticking clock that he hears all the time now, that he has heard since Dean first confessed about the deal he made, and now there's this: Dean reaches beneath Ruby's skirt, pulls her panties off in one quick motion and tosses them aside. He pops the button on his jeans, and there's the rasp of the zipper, and then he pushes his jeans down his hips. His cock is dark with blood, curving out from his body. He kneels between Ruby's thighs, and his face screws up with pleasure that looks almost like pain as he moves inside her.
There's no conscious decision. Just suddenly Sam is straining to get closer, to touch Dean. The effort feels like throwing himself against a concrete wall, but he wants it too much to stop. The resistance starts to give way at last, and Sam pushes, but he can't quite push through. It's like he's trapped, caught between worlds, and he has to fight down the panic.
Stop it. Just stop it, he tells himself. Focus.
He strains and heaves, a desperate effort of will, and then he can feel Dean's hand on his arm. Well, not his arm, but he feels it just the same. Feels Dean's breath, warm and humid against his neck. Feels-- oh God. Not his pussy, but he feels that, too.
Such a polite houseguest. Too bad this isn't a slumber party. What do you think Lilith's going to do when she realizes she has a stowaway on board? Send out the welcome wagon? You've got to go in hard, take over the instant you're inside. Now do it, Sam. Fight me for control.
But all Sam can think about is Dean, how he feels and smells and what he's doing, his mouth hot and wet on a nipple, the hard pounding of his hips.
Fight me, Sam, because if you don't, I can do this. Ruby presses her hand flat against Dean's chest and shoves him back.
Dean scowls. "What the fuck?"
I can get up and walk away right now, Ruby threatens.
Fuck you! Sam shouts at her.
He grapples with her for control of the hand that's pushing Dean away, and she fights back for all she's worth, and it feels like an ice pick between the eyes. But Sam has all this backlogged longing that he's carried around since…he doesn't even know when, and there's an unlikely power in that. He focuses on it, uses it, and he can feel Ruby weakening, fading. He pushes her as far away as he can. Then he curls his hand--his hand--around Dean's shoulder and pulls him in.
Dean's expression turns smug. "You want it. I knew it."
He starts fucking again, and Sam has the freedom to touch him now. He runs his hands all over every little bit of skin he can reach, along his arms and shoulders, his chest and back. Sam has never felt more unreal, being in this foreign body, but his brother at least is beautifully familiar. He cranes his neck for a kiss, but Dean turns his head to the side, and Sam has to settle for kissing his throat. Dean pushes his hands under Sam's hips, pulls him in harder, and there's a sudden shock of pleasure that has Sam shaking and crying out, "Dean!"
Dean lurches to a stop, breathless and frowning. "What the--" He stares down at Sam intently, searching his face. "Aw, fuck! What did you do? What did you do?"
Sam curls his hands around Dean's shoulders, holding on. "I just wanted-- I can't let you--"
Dean is shaking his head. "I told you not to trust her."
He starts to pull away, and Sam wraps his legs around Dean's waist to stop him, or try to anyway. His grip feels fragile against Dean's strength, and this is as disorienting as anything. It's been years since Sam was smaller than Dean.
"Sam," Dean says it like a warning, but there's a catch in his voice that gives him away.
Sam pushes up onto his elbow and catches Dean's chin and kisses him. Dean lets him, but that's all he does. When Sam pulls back, there's a look in Dean's eyes: We can't do this, it isn't right. But he doesn't say it. Maybe because he's already going to hell, and what else is there to lose. Sam cups his cheek and kisses him again.
This time, something seems to snap in Dean. He kisses back, deep and hungry, and follows Sam down onto the bed, and starts to move again. Sam lifts his legs and wraps them back around Dean's waist.
"Sam," Dean breathes against his cheek.
He reaches between their bodies and caresses with his thumb. Sam whimpers and bucks up into the next thrust.
"Please," he begs.
"Sammy, Sammy," Dean whispers.
He thrusts harder, deeper, hitting that spot again that lights Sam up. Sam digs his fingers into Dean's biceps, and desperate little noises come streaming out of him. The muscles tighten low in his belly, and the sensation keeps building. He's going to come, he's pretty sure, and it doesn't feel anything like it does as a man.
He presses his face against Dean's neck and holds on. He's trembling all over, and Dean works his thumb harder. Sam starts to shake and come apart. He sucks in a big breath and closes his eyes, and his vision blurs at the edges. And then everything is dark, and Sam is spinning away, losing his grip on Ruby's body.
When he opens his eyes again, he's back on the bed in the motel. His belly is sticky, his jeans clammy against his skin. Apparently, he came in his pants, and he really should get up, take a shower before Dean gets back. If there's no evidence of what they did, maybe they can just pretend it away. He doesn't move, though, because he's utterly wrecked, so wrung out from body hopping he can barely move, and maybe he's had enough of pretending. He lies there and stares up at the ceiling and waits.
Eventually, he hears the key in the lock. The door pushes open, and Dean steps inside. He doesn't say anything, just takes off his jacket, drapes it over the back of a chair, tosses his wallet and keys onto the dresser. He comes over to the bed and sits down next to Sam.
"I should be fucking pissed at you, you know that, right?"
Sam doesn't answer, because there's nothing to say.
Dean sighs tiredly. "She's using me against you. You've got to see that."
Sam thinks that over, and there's really no arguing the point. Clearly, Ruby wants something, and it sure as hell has nothing to do with saving Dean. But the thing is: Maybe he and Dean aren't just each other's weakness. Maybe they're each other's strength, too. The only times Sam has ever tapped into his power it's been for Dean.
"What if I can use you against Lilith?" he says at last.
Dean turns to look at Sam, his expression sharp with curiosity. "You're going to have to explain that at some point."
"At some point," Sam agrees, pushing himself up into a sitting position.
He looks Dean in the eye, giving him a chance to turn away before he kisses him. Dean's lips are soft, and they part easily for Sam's tongue, and it's so much better now that Sam is himself. When he pulls back, Dean gives him a long speculative look, as if he's making some decision.
At last he nods. "Okay, Sammy. Okay." He slaps Sam on the back. "Now get your ass in gear. We've still got some bones to burn, and this town can't afford to get any homelier."
He bounds up from the bed, and Sam rolls his eyes, and for the first time in almost ten months, he feels like maybe things will actually be okay.
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Date: 2008-06-15 05:33 am (UTC)Brava!
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Date: 2008-06-15 05:31 pm (UTC)You did great. And Sammy will definitely has to learn how to use his power.
Well done! A very good fic!
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Date: 2008-06-15 11:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-16 03:19 am (UTC)She lowers her voice into the octave of secrets and seduction.
And this:
Don't tell me you don't want a piece of this. I mean, sure, you've touched him. To wash off blood. Put bandaids on his boo-boos. But you haven't ever had him like this. Ruby traces her thumbs across Dean's collarbone, down to his nipples, scratching lightly at them with her nails. Have you, Sammy?
You've really got Ruby's voice down. And Dean recognizing Sam in her body, and continuing anyway... Guh. The hot.
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