#annaxruby

* dated Cassie in college

* went on the run together with Ruby all ~romantic~

* and also may have met Ellen and Jo and had a could’ve-been thing with Jo.

"So you'll... what, touch my forehead and bam, I can see again?" Pamela asked. She took a drink from her beer to quench the sudden dryness in her throat. She didn't hear her voice almost break. She didn't see the angel and demon exchanging looks. To Pamela, all that mattered was that she'd have her eyes back. She willed her tear ducts to stay dry. God, the one part of her eyes that still worked...

"Pretty much like that, yeah," Anna's voice said about two feet in front of her.

Pam frowned. "You sound nervous. You're sure that this'll work, right? This isn't your first time or anything? You're the angel, I get it, but I've dabbled in these things myself and I know it's not a science."

"I know. And you're right. It's a little tricky." Anna paused, maybe searching for the words.

"Tricky how? Can it be done or not?" Pamela asked. She felt a little bad for sounding so harsh with the girl after everything else that'd happened to her, especially when she was just trying to help, but give her a break, she'd had her eyes burned out by one of Anna's ex-lackeys and suddenly Anna had shown up at her doorstep unannounced, an angel again but with that demon still in tow, saying maybe.

"It's like this," Anna started, talking slowly, gently. "Angels have... we have two main sources of power. The grace of God, and the connection we have to other angels in Heaven. When we pray for strength, other angels hear it and they lend their power. I have my grace back. I can do some things I couldn't do without it. But-"

"But?"

"My grace... What I did, I wasn't supposed to do. By rules or by design. I ripped a part of me out and threw it away and watched it fall to Earth. My grace is damaged. It spent years bleeding before I took it back, and now I don't even know if taking it back was such a smart idea. It feels... different."

Pamela's lips felt numb. Her whole face, her whole everything felt eerily numb. "So that means... what?"

"It means I'll try my best to help you," Anna whispered. "If I can't do it myself, I can try asking for help from the others."

Pamela jerked in her seat, "No fucking way," she was saying, the same time the demon Ruby broke in, saying, "Are you kidding me, we just got away from them!"

"Guys, come on," Anna said. "I'm not going to ask for help from the ones who we know aren't gonna help. I know some who'd be willing to help, if they could sneak it under Heaven's radar." She hesitated. "And maybe we wouldn't even need to worry about that. There's some other angels like me, who aren't on the Big Guy's frequency anymore. I think they'd have the juice to swing it."

Sounded good to Pamela, but Ruby scoffed. "Okay. Well." Pamela heard her getting up from her leather recliner. "I'm out. I told you I wasn't going to hang around and risk getting my ass dusted by one of your pals. Again."

"It's okay, I wouldn't ask you to," Anna assured the demon. Pamela still didn't get why she was still so attached to her - from what she knew of angels, she'd've assumed that Anna would turn on Ruby and smite her the second she turned angel again. "I'll come find you."

"You'd better," Ruby said with a sigh. "Good luck. Don't die." And with that, Pamela sensed the dark shadow in the room vanish, melting away to the floor and gone, fast as a snake in the sun. She felt a little easier with Ruby gone. The Winchesters let her hang around and Anna was road-buddies with her so Pam would keep quiet about her opinions, but demons tended to give her a bad headache and a sick stomach. Not good vibes.

"Okay, now that the demon's away, the girls will play, huh?" Pamela asked, trying to lighten up the mood. It worked; she heard Anna's quiet laugh. "Okay, you ready?"

"Sure," Anna answered, getting up from the - the loveseat, Pamela guessed, the one with the flowers on it. Good thing Anna didn’t notice the stains from when Pam got a little bit drunk and yucked on it. At least she didn’t mention it.

Glassing over that whole train of thought, Pamela drained the last of her beer and set it down as the girl approached. Pamela put her hands on the chair-arms, ready to get up herself and get this started. She had all the liquid courage she could handle, it was now or never.

"You can keep sitting down if you want," Anna offered. "It might be better that way, actually."

Pamela shrugged and leaned back. "Whatever you say. You're the expert."

Anna's footsteps stopped just in front of her. She sensed a shift in the air as the angel knelt down before her, her hands resting so soft, so light on Pamela's knees. Pamela inhaled. Exhaled. For once, she was glad of the shades over her eyes.

"Ready?" Anna asked quietly.

"Sure am, kiddo," Pamela answered with a grin. A hand disappeared from her knee and fingers brushed the hair out of her face with care before they pressed against her forehead, soft as a whisper.

She didn’t feel anything. She sensed energy pouring into her head, pooling in her eyes, flowing from Anna’s fingertips. She expected it to hurt. Had braced herself for it.

But there was nothing, as Anna’s fingers disappeared from her forehead.

Nothing but blackness.

Disappointment flooded her. Pamela swallowed the huge knot in her throat to ask, “Did it... not work? Should we try calling to the other angels for help and trying again?”

Anna’s fingers reappeared. This time on her sunglasses, pinching delicately around the arms as she lifted them off. Pamela sucked in a huge breath of astonishment as color and shape returned to her world, dropping back into place like they’d never left, and a face appeared in front of her, a human face, a face with tired eyes that was nonetheless grinning ear to ear.

I MOST CERTAINLY DO FEMSLASH.

Awww. Just for you, I will have a great day. Thank you. And because you’re a sweetie, I’m going to do both ships.

Ruby/Anna

Who worries about how they will look when they’re older: Anna, sometimes. There’s still a part of her that spent twenty odd years as a human, having all the hopes and worries humans sometimes have. With Ruby, it’s been so long since she’s been human that that’s long since stopped being a concern of hers.Who makes the mix tapes/cd’s: Anna. Ruby thinks it’s kind of dorky, but secretly loves it.Clings to the other during scary movies: Ruby. Not because she’s really scared so much as she just wants an excuse to do cling to Anna.Gets into the shower with the other randomly: Anna. The first time it happened, Ruby was super surprised, but she gets used to it eventually.Flashes the other when they walk by after taking a shower alone: Again, probably Anna.Initiates hand holding while the other is driving: AnnaSecretly tries to touch the other in naughty places during public/family events: Anna. (Anna is the answer to everything. Every question in the whole of existence.) She is one frisky fucker. Ruby would do it, but more often than not, Anna ends up doing something of the sort, and Ruby loves when Anna gets handsy in public.Asks weird questions in the middle of the night: I don’t think either of them really ask weird questions, per se. But they both, on occasion, ask pretty personal questions out of nowhere in the middle of the night. (”What kind of person were you before you went to Hell?” “What did it feel like to fall from Heaven?” etc. etc.) And they maybe, sometimes, compare notes on the Winchesters’ sexual technique. It’s good for a laugh.Asks “what are you thinking about?” Neither, but they make it clear through their body language that, should the other need to talk, they’re willing to listen.Always has to be touching the other, (if either of them do): They don’t not like touching each other, but it’s not really a need for either of them. Ruby’s physical needs go past casual touching and more towards demony things. (Though she has her moments where she needs touch, sexual or not) And Anna appreciates touch, but with her it’s more a pointed, conscious act. It always has a purpose.

Ruby/Lilith