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Trusting her - Ruby

Ruby x fem!reader

Turning to trust a demon is hard, but you take the risk anyway not wanting to chance your brothers being in actual danger.

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“Stay here, research,” he’d said, handing you a pile of lore books. “We’ll call if we need backup.”

“Translation,” you’d muttered under your breath, “‘Stay out of danger, kid.’”

Being the youngest Winchester had its perks, but moments like this reminded you how much your brothers still saw you as someone to protect, not as an equal. So, you threw yourself into research, trying to make sense of the fragmented clues they’d left you with.

It was late—maybe past midnight—when the room’s atmosphere shifted. The air grew heavy, electric, and the hairs on your arms stood up. You reached instinctively for the knife tucked into your boot.

“Relax, sweetheart.”

The voice sent a chill down your spine. You turned to see her standing in the doorway, arms crossed and smirking. Ruby.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you snapped, gripping the knife tighter.

Ruby raised her hands in mock surrender, the smirk never faltering. “Nice to see you too.” She strolled into the room, her boots clicking against the cold floor. “Before you stab me, maybe hear me out?”

You didn’t lower the knife. “Why should I? You’re a demon. I don’t care how many times you try to help us, that’s who you are”

Ruby’s smirk faltered for a split second, her eyes flickering with something you couldn’t place—regret, maybe? Then it was gone, replaced by her usual confidence.

“Look,” she said, leaning casually against the table, “I’m not here to rehash old mistakes. I’m here because your brothers are walking into a trap.”

Your grip on the knife tightened. “What kind of trap?”

“A nasty one.” Ruby glanced at the open books on the table. “That ritual they’re chasing? It’s bait. The demon behind it is way stronger than they think. If they go in blind, they’re not walking out.”

You stared at her, heart pounding. Ruby wasn’t exactly known for her honesty, but the idea of Dean and Sam in over their heads wasn’t hard to believe.

“And you’re telling me this out of the goodness of your heart?” you asked, skeptical.

Ruby tilted her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “Maybe I just don’t want to see you crying over their corpses.”

You glared at her, but her words struck a nerve. Dean and Sam were reckless, especially when it came to saving people. They’d run straight into hellfire if it meant doing the right thing.

“Okay,” you said cautiously, “let’s say I believe you. What do you want from me?”

“Your trust,” Ruby said simply, stepping closer. Her voice softened, almost pleading. “Just this once. Let me help you save them.”

You hesitated, torn between instinct and logic. Trusting Ruby was like playing Russian roulette with a loaded gun. But if she was telling the truth, you couldn’t risk ignoring her.

“Fine,” you said through gritted teeth, lowering the knife. “But if you’re lying—”

“I’m not,” Ruby interrupted, her smirk returning. “Now grab your gear, sweetheart. We’ve got brothers to save.”

The drive was tense. Ruby had insisted on taking her car, a sleek black sedan that reeked of sulfur. You sat in the passenger seat, gripping your gun and trying to ignore her smug expression.

“So,” she said after a while, breaking the silence, “how does it feel being the sane one in the family?”

“Excuse me?”

“Dean’s got a death wish, Sam’s… well, Sam, and you’re stuck trying to hold everything together. Must get exhausting.”

You glared at her. “I’m not having this conversation with you.”

Ruby laughed, low and soft. “Touchy. But hey, I get it. You’re the glue. Without you, they’d fall apart.”

Her words hit closer to home than you liked. You turned to stare out the window, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a response.

When you arrived at the abandoned warehouse, Ruby’s warnings proved accurate. Demonic sigils lined the walls, glowing faintly with malevolent energy.

“This is bad,” you muttered, tightening your grip on the knife.

Ruby nodded, her expression unusually serious. “The demon running this show? She’s old-school. Likes to toy with her victims before ripping them apart. If your brothers are inside, we’ll need to move fast.”

You exchanged a wary glance with Ruby, then crept inside. The air was thick with sulfur, and the faint sound of Dean’s voice reached your ears.

“—don’t care who you are. Come and get me, bitch!”

Typical Dean.

You and Ruby moved quickly, taking out a handful of lower-level demons guarding the main room. Although getting hurt while fighting one of them you pushed through to get to Dean and Sam. When you burst through the doors, you saw Dean and Sam pinned to the walls by invisible forces, blood dripping from their faces.

Dean’s eyes widened when he’d seen you. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Saving your ass,” you snapped, throwing a knife at the demon holding them captive. The blade hit its mark, and the demon let out a guttural scream before collapsing.

Ruby darted forward, taking out the remaining demons with ruthless efficiency.

When the dust settled, Dean and Sam stumbled toward you, their expressions a mix of relief and confusion.

“Ruby?” Sam asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

“Long story,” you said quickly, glaring at Ruby. “One I’m not in the mood to explain right now.”

Ruby smirked, wiping demon blood off her blade. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Dean turned to you, his jaw tight. “We’re going to have a very long talk about this later.”

You sighed, exhaustion creeping in. “Yeah, well, maybe wait until we’re not standing in a demon-infested hellhole.”

As the four of you made your way back to the car, you couldn’t help but glance at Ruby. For all her flaws—and there were plenty—she’d kept her word.

Maybe, just maybe, you could trust her.

The drive back to the motel was tense. Dean and Sam sat up front, whispering heatedly about Ruby while you leaned against the window in the backseat, cradling your arm. One of the demons had gotten a lucky hit with a jagged blade, leaving a deep gash along your upper arm. You’d patched it as best you could in the car, but the blood was soaking through the makeshift bandage, and the pain was making you dizzy.

“You good back there?” Dean asked, glancing at you in the rearview mirror.

“Peachy,” you muttered, wincing as you pressed your hand against the wound.

Dean scowled. “This is exactly why I told you to stay behind.”

“Yeah, well, you’re welcome for saving your ass,” you shot back, though the exhaustion in your voice softened the retort.

“Both of you, knock it off,” Sam interjected. “Let’s just get back to the motel.”

Ruby, who had been unnervingly quiet since the fight, spoke up from the passenger seat. “She needs stitches.”

“No kidding,” Dean snapped. “We’ll handle it.”

Ruby turned to glare at him. “With what? A bottle of whiskey and some dental floss? You’ve got nothing. Let me help.”

Dean slammed his hand against the steering wheel. “Not happening.”

“Guys,” you cut in weakly, your vision starting to blur, “can we argue about this later?”

By the time you reached the motel, you were barely holding it together. Ruby helped you out of the car before either of your brothers could protest, her arm steadying you as you stumbled.

“She’s fine,” Dean growled, moving to intercept her.

“She’s not,” Ruby snapped back, her tone sharp. “Let me do this, or you can watch her bleed out while you argue about it.”

Dean hesitated, torn between his distrust of Ruby and the reality of your condition. Finally, Sam stepped in. “Dean, let her. She knows what she’s doing.”

Dean muttered a string of curses under his breath but didn’t stop Ruby as she guided you to her room.

Ruby’s motel room was surprisingly clean, though the faint scent of sulfur lingered in the air. She sat you on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of you, pulling out a small black bag from under the nightstand.

“Always prepared, huh?” you mumbled, your voice shaky.

Ruby glanced up at you, her lips twitching into a faint smile. “Occupational hazard.”

She pulled out a needle and thread, along with a vial of some dark, viscous liquid.

“That better not be demon blood,” you said, eyeing the vial warily.

“It’s not,” she assured you. “It’s a healing salve. Won’t make you feel great, but it’ll stop the infection and speed things up.”

You nodded, too tired to argue. Ruby worked quickly and efficiently, cleaning the wound and stitching it up with surprising gentleness. Her hands were steady, her touch surprisingly soft for someone who’d spent centuries as a demon.

“You’re good at this,” you muttered.

“I’ve had practice,” she replied, tying off the last stitch. Her voice was quiet, almost vulnerable. “Comes with the territory.”

When she was finished, she sat back on her heels and looked up at you, her dark eyes searching your face.

“You’re lucky,” she said softly. “Another inch, and that blade would’ve hit an artery.”

“Guess I have you to thank for that,” you said, offering her a weak smile.

Ruby’s lips quirked into a smirk, but there was something different about it this time—less cocky, more genuine. “Don’t get used to it.”

You laughed softly, then winced as the movement tugged at your stitches.

“Careful,” Ruby said, her voice low. She reached up to brush a strand of hair out of your face, her touch lingering. “You’re not invincible, you know.”

“Neither are you,” you shot back, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ruby’s gaze flickered to your lips, and for a moment, the air between you seemed to still. You weren’t sure who moved first, but suddenly her lips were on yours, soft yet insistent, and you felt yourself leaning into her, forgetting the pain, the blood, the tension with your brothers.

Her hands cupped your face as the kiss deepened, her touch surprisingly warm. You’d expected her to feel cold, like the darkness she carried, but there was a heat to her, a fire that made your heart race.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathing heavily. Ruby’s eyes searched yours, her smirk returning. “Well, that’s one way to say thank you.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

Ruby chuckled, brushing her thumb across your cheek. “Too late.”

Before either of you could say anything else, there was a loud knock at the door.

“You okay in there?” Dean’s voice was sharp, worried.

You sighed, pulling yourself back to reality. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Ruby stood, her smirk firmly in place as she glanced toward the door. “Guess the fun’s over.”

“For now,” you muttered, giving her a pointed look.

She grinned. “I’ll hold you to that.”

As she opened the door and stepped aside to let Dean and Sam in, you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of gratitude—and maybe something more—for the demon who’d saved your life.