#demon ruby

You decide to lay on the bed and turn on the TV. She studies you silently. You lay against the pillows, arms crossed over your chest loosely. Ruby doesn’t really move. She minds her business, surprisingly still not speaking.

You thought you couldn’t get any more bored but the movie quickly proves you wrong, it takes you about 30 minutes until you’re out like a light. You just fall asleep without noticing. You wake up a couple of hours later with a gasp, quickly sitting up, panting. The nape of your neck is damp, your top clinging to your back. You had another nightmare.

One of your hands immediately finds its way to your chest as you try to catch your breath, then you realize, Ruby. Before you can look around and search for her, she comes out of the bathroom in her pajamas, “what was that? I heard a-“ she interrupts herself mid-sentence, she had heard the gasp in the bathroom while she was getting ready for bed after showering, well, “bed” since demons don’t really sleep. She walks to you, “what happened?” she asks, her brows slightly furrowing as she goes to place a hand on your shoulder, she seems concerned.

You swat her hand away before she can touch you, pushing the blanket off yourself, still trying to catch your breath, “don’t touch me, leave me alone, just-“ you mutter, trying to look away, eyes threatening to fall from your eyes.

She sits on the bed with one leg tucked under her butt, “hey, don’t do that,” she says, her voice calming. She places a finger under your chin, gently turning your head so you’re now looking at her, “breathe,” she murmurs, “slow down,” and you do. You close your eyes, she’s now cupping your cheek, murmuring reassuring words to you.

It takes a few minutes but your breathing calms down, her hands haven’t moved from your cheek, you look at her, and you’re too embarrassed to speak. “You’re okay,” she says quietly, “tell me about it.”

You shake your head.

Ruby doesn’t push, but she tilts her head to the side slightly to make you understand that she’s here to listen.

“Just had a nightmare,” you say, she pushes some damp hair away from your face, “you have those a lot,” she points out, she’s been spending a lot of time with you, Dean, and Sam so of course she’d noticed. She’s almost scared to ask, not wanting you to snap, but she does anyway, carefully, “what are they about?” her hand now resting on the bed. “This apocalypse thing, I’m terrified something’s going to happen, Sam and Dean are like family to me, we just got Dean back, I don’t want to lose him again, or Sam.”

She’s almost surprised that you’re telling her, since the two of you can’t even be in the same room for more than an hour before you start yelling at each other. “We’ll find a way,” she starts, “but you can’t let this fear eat you alive, we have to be strong and fight,” her hand finds your cheek again, rubbing your cheekbone with her thumb. You nod, “thank you,” you don’t add anything else, you know she’s right, your breathing is now back to normal, it’s odd but you feel calm around her. Safe.

She waits a moment before speaking again, “do you feel any better?” you nod, looking at her. “It’s okay to be scared, but we can do this,” she murmurs, her hand finding yours, squeezing it. For some reason, your breath hitches, your throat feels dry, and you suddenly realize how close she is to you.

“Things will be okay honey,” Ruby says quietly, your body relaxing at her words, but at the same time, you suddenly feel nervous to be around her, not in a bad way this time.

She studies your face, “what?” You quickly shake your head, she smiles, unable to hold it back. “You’re such a liar,” Ruby states, amused. “What is that supposed to mean?” You ask, crossing your arms. “Don’t play coy with me,” she scolds, looking at your lips, you look at hers, and she grins. “I’m not, I don’t know what you’re-“ she interrupts you, “tell me you’re not affected by me right now.”

“You pretend to hate me, acting snarky all the time, but right now you just look like you want me,” she speaks slowly, testing the waters, “tell me I’m wrong.”

You can’t. She’s right. You shake your head.

“No?” she asks, “no to what?” You let out a breath through your nose, “you’re insane.”

She raises an eyebrow, expecting anything but that, “alright, if you say so,” she moves to stand up, you grab her hand, “Ruby wait-“

And she smirks, sitting back down, but this time she climbs on your lap, “tell me I’m wrong and I’ll back off, and we never have to talk about this ever again,” she whispers, her lips dangerously close to yours. You don’t know where you got the courage to, but you cup her cheeks, kissing her, and you feel her smiling into the kiss, “there you go,” she praises, cupping your jaw to pull you closer.

“You’re even prettier from here,” she takes a moment to look at you, you bite your lip, her hands move up to free it with her thumb, “ah ah, don’t, you’ll drive me insane.”

“Sorry,” you murmur. “Suddenly so well behaved. Had I known all it took was a little kiss, I’d have done it much sooner.” She kisses you again, hands in your hair.

“You can touch me,” she instructs, “don’t act all shy now, you’re the one who just kissed me a minute ago,” she chuckles, your hands land on her hips, making her let out a shaky breath.

“Good girl, baby,” she says, settling more comfortably on your lap, “you finally done pretending to hate me?” You nod. She lifts your chin up with her finger, lips close to yours again, “hm?” she encourages. You nod again, “yeah,” she smiles, her fingertips trailing down your neck, making you shiver. “Can I make you feel good?” Ruby whispers, “or would you rather sleep?”

Your hands tighten on her hips, “I don’t know when Sam and Dean will be back.” She places a hand on the side of your neck, stroking your jaw, “good thing their car is loud enough for us to hear.”

“I want you,” you say, and she kisses you, she breaks the kiss to take your shirt off, you do the same with hers, then she resumes the kiss, groaning into it. “Taste like heaven,” she murmurs, you grin, “that’s ironic, considering..” she buffs with a smile, “why don't you shut that pretty mouth? I want to make you feel good but you keep acting like a brat,” she murmurs, getting off your lap, nodding her head, motioning you to lay down, so you do.

The brunette places a hand on your stomach, trailing it up to your neck, she wraps her hand around it gently, then leans down to kiss you. She’s the one to break the kiss after a bit, the both of you breathless, your lips parted and swollen. “You have no idea of how good you look,” she praises, her thumb stroking your jaw, “what do you want?”

You look up at her, still slightly breathless from the kiss, “just touch me, please.”

Her hand moves up a bit more, tracing her middle finger on your bottom lip, “get it wet for next time,” she murmurs, you wrap your lips around her finger, she lets out a moan, unable to take her eyes off your mouth. Her finger leaves your mouth with a ‘pop’, “so good for me.”

Her hand moves in between your legs, pushing your pj shorts to the side along with your soft panties, the same finger moves up and down your slit, feeling how wet you are for her already, “fuck angel you’re soaked.”

“Please Ruby,” you buck your hips against her, she smirks, amused, taking her finger away, “patience, you have me,” her finger goes back to your heat, rubbing slow teasing circles against your clit, making you moan.

She leans down to kiss you, her finger not stilling, you moan into her mouth, she adds a finger, still rubbing your clit, her lips move to your neck, sucking a small bruise, you buck your hips again, “that’s it, make yourself feel good,” she mumbles against your skin.

Her middle finger slips inside of you, making you gasp, she curls it perfectly, “there you go,” she smiles, kissing down your chest, you’re already close, “Ruby fuck-“

You hear a noise, she stills, the engine of the fucking Impala outside, “wanna come baby?” she whispers in your ear and you nod, “gotta be quick,” she murmurs, adding a finger, moving them again, her thumb rubbing your clit.

She makes you come in less than a minute, kissing you, whispering praises in the kiss.

She helps you ride it out for a few seconds then pulls back, “good job baby,” she then pulls back, quickly throwing on her shirt, then gives you one last kiss, leaving you breathless, seeing stars, “this isn’t over.”