Ruby's not like other demons. She saved my life ♡
ID: Digital drawing of Anna and Ruby from Supernatural. They are shown shoulders up, in profile, kissing in front of a stained glass window. It is a window from Anna's family's church, with panels of glass in pink, yellow, and different shades of purple. Anna has a rough halo behind her head and ruby has a row of horns above hers. Anna has one hand cupping Ruby's neck and threaded into her hair. End ID.
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boxes in the ground.
For @wincestwednesdays Day 4 prompt: buried
CODA for 4x09 I Know What You Did Last Summer
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Sick with grief, Sam buried the box. Round and round the demon said, and Sam knew, he knew, but he couldn’t help it. Dean would never forgive him, but what was he supposed to do? Sam couldn’t live like this. He knew Dean would turn around and switch with him again, if any demon let him. They would keep playing this sick game of tug-of-war until the end of time or until one of them could make his death stick. Could make the other have to live with it. Live without his brother.
The demon was smug and self-righteous, giddy to throw it in his face. They had Dean right where they wanted him, he said. Sam had him, knife in the demon’s hand and still he wouldn’t budge. If he could just find the right words, the right incentive… maybe, but neither his soul nor the demon’s imminent death were enough. Sam felt white-hot rage coursing through his veins.
"You know Sam,” the demon started, relaxing his voice to an almost soothing tone. “I can't bring him back. But if your soul’s still on the table, I could offer you something almost as good.” The demon reached up to brush some of Sam’s oily hair out of his face with his free hand. Sam smacked him away. The demon continued, “I could give you a Dean. A version of him. I could raise that tight, little flesh prison. Unbury him for you. Clean him up. What do you say?”
“Go to hell,” Sam said, stomach turning.
“You know, I never tire of being told that. But Sam, I can sweeten the deal. Now, he wouldn't be exactly himself, you understand. The soulless never are. You'd have his face to look at and his body to do whatever you wanted with.” He smirked, slowly looking Sam up and down, knowing. “He wouldn’t have so many… moral qualms… in that state. But I could see how that wouldn’t be enough for you and you are worth a little effort. For your juicy soul, Sam, I'd throw in an obedient demon to ride around in him, act like him. He could pretend to have those melodramatic, little feelings, act like he’s being honorable by preserving you, if that’s what you need to get your rocks off. You could have your very own Dean doll, walking and talking just like him. Listening to his bad music in that ugly car, driving you around wherever you wanted to go, doing whatever you wanted him to do. So is it a deal?"
“You’re fucking sick,” Sam growled at him. Sam tensed to pull out the knife and the demon held up his hand.
He tilted his head to the side and went on, “Oh, but you Winchesters are so prejudiced against possession, aren’t you? Maybe I could whip something else up. A spell. Combine that meat suit with a little personality spell. How hard could it be to make him like red meat and tits, eh? I could even throw in a love spell, make him nice and pliant for you. And I’d give you, oh I don’t know, how about a year? A whole year like that before you’re joining your real big bro in hell. If you really want him, Sammy, you could have him.”
“GO TO HELL,” Sam shouted, puncturing each word with a puncture of the knife. The demon was gone on the first cut, but Sam kept going, sinking to the ground with the body. Feeling somewhat remorseful for the vaguely attractive human who never stood a chance with the demon inside of him, Sam sliced his flesh, bathing himself in blood, feeling nothing but rage.
Killing the demon didn’t make him feel better. But the blood felt hot and almost as soothing as a shower on his itching skin. When he was finished he leaned away from the body and wretched. Not from the gore, but from the shame. I never ended. This pain ate at him so much, he was almost tempted by the demon’s offer. He was in such agony and he could almost have fallen into the delusion. Could have lived one more year with a walking corpse just to hear his voice, just to feel his uniquely tender touch. But it wouldn’t be Dean and he would know it. He would give anything for one more year with Dean. The real Dean. He wanted all of him or death, any death, even the worst of hells. He would trade this hell on earth for real hell, just to know Dean was out there somewhere, alive. He would stop at nothing. And he’d endure this sickness until he could make it happen.
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The fact that Cas shouted “Dean Winchester is saved” so loudly and so clearly over angel radio that it triggered Anna’s connection is brilliant like Cas really did love him from the beginning
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