#selflessnature

  “It’s good to see you Sam.” Cas murmured, tugging the too tall human into a friendly hug. “You look well.” 

After a moment he pulled away, a faint smile lining pale pink lips. The weeks spending his time away from Dean an Sam had taken it’s toll on the ebony haired angel, that much was certain given the new bags under his eyes when he turned his tired gaze away.

          “You’d never accuse me of being intentionally and overtly helpful, would you?”  Gabriel said as he materialized out of seemingly nowhere without warning, pacing as he spoke. 

it was almost foreign to be in the bunker now, after what happened to him. what happened to mary, and the events that lead up after that. he almost didn’t want to even be in the bunker anymore, it was not considered a safe place for him in his mind. he was brought back with castiel, after he was found. he came back from the empty, and it was billie who helped him. he didn’t have a clue to what happened after he had died..again. 

pushing away the train of thought that was plaguing him, he decided to focus on now. what was the threat now, and what they were going to do. he turned his head slightly watching Castiel leave the room with dean, leaving him alone sitting at the table with his hands buried into his lap. it wasn’t until he heard footsteps, causing his head to turn slightly. seeing it was sam who was entering the room. 

a whirl of emotions hit him, it was sam. the person he trusted the most, but the person who also betrayed his trust. lowering his gaze to the top of the table, taking a breath in. a part of him wanted to greet him with excitement, and a part of him didn’t even want to look at him. “..hello, sam.” he finally mumbled out, frowning slightly to himself. jack really wasn’t capable of confrontation either, he just would rather try to desperately forget, and move on. no matter how much it had hurt him.

     “& just what would I say ? Oh, thanks stranger for helping me out there on that hunt, really appreciate it. I had it all under control, alright? “

Stubbornness is only given with the frustration of being found in the middle of a hunt, one she was doing perfectly fine on until the creature had caught sight of them both. Arms sit at a tight cross as specks of dirt still cake her features, appearing more like a pouty child than an actual hunter.

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          “ sam! sam, stop! ”

          whoever thought bringing dean back from hell was a good idea really needed to take another look in the dictionary at the definition of that word. or at least that was the conclusion ruby had come to over the past couple of months. and sam? it was like whiplash. one moment he’s so damn glad his brother is back that she can barely stand to be around him, having to hear dean dean dean all the time after four months of never hearing his name because it was too painful. then suddenly it was world war iii, thy name is winchester

          admittedly, it was probably a good bet that that was partly her fault. dean didn’t really like the whole ‘ working with a demon ’ thing. 

          five minutes ago, dean had stormed out of the motel room yelling something about... well ruby had stopped listening as soon as his voice got over a certain decibel, it was pointless to try to reason with him when he sounded like he had his nuts in a vice. she thought after 20+ years sam would know this by now but he argued anyway. but now he was still fuming and she was standing her ground in front of the door, boot heel blocking it from opening. if she were anyone else, the growl he snarled in her face may have been intimidating.

          a hand on his chest, the other holding his wrist where he was trying to push her out of the way, ruby raised her voice again. “ sam! you need to cool your jets, speedracer. it’s not worth getting all worked up, again, when you know you’re not gonna be able to change his mind and he’s not gonna listen to anything anyone’s got to say right now.”

looking away, sam clenched his jaw, throat working and adam’s apple bobbing beneath his skin at her touch. he knew he was tense under her hand - and his gaze darted across one end of the table in front of him to the other.

❛                            What am I doing, Ruby? ❜

There. He said it. The thoughts - the doubts - that he’d been harboring in his mind for the past few weeks. Ever since Ruby came to him, telling him of a way to get back at Lillith. At the demons. Ever since – since Dean …

❛                            I can’t – I can’t tell if this is RIGHT or wrong. I mean, my powers – they’re a curse. Azazel gave them to me by bleeding into my mouth as a baby. I just … I need to know – ❜

He just needed to know if what he was doing was the right thing. If it was okay. If HE … (was okay. human. good.)

“ Saving people-- eventually at least. ”

she could appreciate human life, whether anyone chose to believe that or not was a moot point. she was a demon. people tend to forget she used to be a human herself. 

“ If you thought it was wrong you never would have agreed in the first place. Admit it. That feeling you get when it all goes right? When you don’t have to drag a body to the middle of the woods and bury it? That’s worth it, right? ”

She knows -- more often than not it doesn’t end up that way. Not right now. And she’s not easy on him. Doesn’t let him forget what he’s trying to do. Doesn’t forget who he’s trying to get strong enough to face.