#rubymeg

“Do you ever think about your life before you were mixed in with the Winchesters?”

Ruby blinked, because she wasn’t sure if she did. If she could remember anything before Lilith came to her in Hell, pulled her off the rack, gave her life meaning again. She’d been waiting for something since John Winchester was born. And that something just so happened to be niave Sam.

Meg, who had gone by her hosts name for the last five years, was watching for an answer. Something Ruby wasn’t sure she could give.

“I remember Hell. And then Lilith gave me a mission.”

Meg tangled her fingers through Ruby’s, squeezed tight. She looked caught in a thought. Frowning, biting her lip, human gestures. And Ruby was worried, because she’d never seen Meg so unsure of herself. Not in the year they had been travelling, conspiring, finding company in the nights when humanity was asleep.

“You don’t remember being human?” She asked quietly, eventually.

If she tuned out the screams of Hell, then sometimes she could remember what her life was like. Couldn’t remember her real name, or what she used to look like, but there was a glimpse of something.

“I was a witch,” Ruby said. Eyes tight shut, she could see altars. “Not one of these little wiccans you see now. We bled people dry for rituals. But there was one girl in my coven, Rebecca.”

And Ruby had to stop, because if she thought about that girl she once loved, she migt send herself back to Hell. Try and find the girl’s soul.

“What about you?” She asked. She was curious, because Meg was so much older than her, had been Azazel’s pet for years. A soul he broke himself, forced back together until it resembled something whole. “Do you remember being human?”

“I’ve started dreaming about it,” Meg confessed. She was still gripping Ruby tight. Purple painted nails pressed into Ruby’s palm. “I hate dreams, I forgot what they felt like but they’ve started again. And I just keep seeing my baby brother. I remember- I remember he was sick. Something they doctors didn’t know how to cure. And then when he died, I turned to every vice they had back then.”

And she wasn’t crying, demons couldn’t, but Ruby could see she wanted to. Hell, even Ruby was feeling that tugging of emotion in her heart. Or her host’s heart, she supposed. It was barely anything, but it meant so much.

She pulled Meg close, body pressed against body, wouldn’t let go. This was the closest thing she could feel to love. Intemacy, tenderness, understanding. Because who else knew what it was like to be dammed. And what it was like to stop caring.

Drafted into a holy war.

They believed in their cause, they did. Because their god, Lucifer, loved them despite who they were. And Hell was Hell but. It would be better surely once their god was freed.

“Sometimes,” Meg said. “I want to go back to the simplicity of being human. Waking up, love your family, go to work, fall asleep next to someone you love.”

“We can do that,” Ruby promised, Meg still tight against her. “When this is all over, we’ll find somewhere and be half human together. Okay?”

sorry, i can’t develop a good voice for these two ):

Ruby hates many things about being human, but showers are not one of them.

As a demon, she just couldn’t appreciate them unless the shower head was detachable and had decent water pressure. Now, it feels luxurious to stand beneath the stream until her fingers turn into prunes and Meg is banging on the door.

“You’re stealing all the hot water!” Meg shouts. Ruby rolls her eyes and, just to spite Meg, she steps out of the shower, cranks the temperature up as high as it can go, and begins a slow process of drying herself off.

For good measure, she uses Meg’s deodorant, picks her teeth, and trims her toenails.

Deciding she’s stalled long enough, Ruby turns off the shower and opens the door.

Meg is leaning up against the opposite wall, arms crossed. She raises her eyebrows. “Really?”

Ruby smirks. “Should’ve saved all that water and just showered with me.”

Meg rolls her eyes. “Bitch.”

The shriek of the referee’s whistle signals the start of the third quarter, and the football is in motion. It goes from Dean’s hands to Victor’s, then Victor throws it in a perfect spiral to the only person Ruby is interested on the field: wide receiver Jo Harvelle; the first and only woman on the Lawrence Hunters football team and sort-of Ruby’s friend. As soon as she secures the ball in the crook of her elbow, Jo is off like a bat out of hell. She’s far faster than anyone on the defense, and she scores a fourth five yard touchdown without breaking a sweat.

Ruby isn’t usually one for cheering, but since Jo is one of her only friends and she often gets a lot of shit for playing a “boys” game, she stands and whoops and hollers, hands cupped around her mouth to give her cheers more amplitude.

The uproar from Jo’s score dies down, and then there’s a voice in Ruby’s ear. “Who’s the blondie?” her neighbor asks. Ruby tears her gaze off the field to meet the eyes of another high school student who is probably only a couple years older than her. Ruby’s certain she’s never seen her before; she would have remembered a face like hers, even if she only saw it in passing.

"That’s Jo," Ruby says and feels proud. That’s her friend, who’s taken a sledgehammer to gender roles, who’s a fucking kickass person and the best player on the field.

"She’s kicking ass," Ruby’s neighbor notes, sounding impressed.

"Hell yeah." Ruby smirks, and because she can’t help herself, she extends a hand. "Ruby."

Ruby's so lost in her book - House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski - that she doesn't even hear the door open and close. The only thing that startles her, disrupting her concentration, is the shrill sound of the fire alarm going off. She jumps, letting book fall from her grasp and clatter to the floor with a loud bang.

'Did you get a fright there, Goldilocks?' Someone drawls, and Ruby jumps off the desk and turns to the door, looking to see who has disturbed her peaceful alone time. The shock on her face quickly moulds into annoyance when she sees Meg Masters leaning against the door, her arms crossed over her chest.

Ruby hisses, 'Of course I didn't!' as she leans down and picks her book up once more. She smoothes the pages, making sure that none of the pages got creased as it fell.

When she's satisfied that there's no damage to the book, she sits it on the table before she then turns back to Meg and raises her eyebrow, 'What are you doing in here, Masters? The fire alarm is going off!'

meg x ruby model & artist au requested by bisexuallydia

Needing to pay her way through college, Meg finds a Craigslist ad looking for a model. Well, she’s damn attractive, and she needs the cash, so why not?

Meg/Ruby ; Hurricane by xAmeis3