Curiosity, Supernatural, Sam/Ruby, Rated G
Title: Curiosity
Author:
capt_skywalker
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester, Ruby
Rating: Rated G
Time Frame: Shortly before “Lazarus Rising”
Word Count: around 575
Disclaimers: I do not own or profit from the characters in this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Sam asks Ruby about her past.
Curiosity
A roll of thunder vibrated the small room and the lights dimmed and then brightened again. His eyes were tired and he massaged them gently, mindful of the healing scratches that decorated his forehead and one cheek. It had been a long and rough week.
He sat with his eyes closed for awhile, listening to the tap of the rain and the muted sound of an occasional car passing on the highway. It was close to midnight. A soft sound caused him to open his eyes again and, without thinking, he asked a question he had wanted to ask for a while.
“Who were you?”
She had been standing by the scratched up old dresser, carefully sewing up a tear in her jacket with the little sewing kit that Sam carried with his supplies.
She turned to look at him, frowning slightly, her eyes shadowed in the light thrown from the two lamps in the musty smelling motel room.
“What?”
Sam sighed, regretting his question. He leaned his head back against the pillow and pulled the scratchy blanket up closer against the chill damp air coming in through the open window.
“I asked who you were…you know…a long time ago.”
“Before I was a demon you mean?”
She looked back down, smoothing the fabric in her hand.
“I was…I was nobody. Just a stupid young girl.”
“Was Ruby your name then too?”
“Yes.”
“Did you have a family? Parents?”
She tossed the jacket over the back of a chair and crossed the room to the open window. It was still raining a little and the wind was picking up. The motel sign was across from their room and it shone through the cracking blinds, flickering its light across her face.
“Everyone has to have parents, Sam, or they wouldn’t be born.”
“But do you remember yours?”
“Yes. A little.”
“Do you…miss them?”
“They’ve been dead a long time. And…I’ve been a demon for a long time. They’re just…pictures in my mind now, blurred and meaningless.”
“And?”
“And I don’t…miss them.”
Sam thought about that for a few moments, his long fingers worrying at the fraying edge of the blanket. His wrist ached, a reminder of an old injury.
“Did they die during the Plague?”
“It doesn’t matter anymore, Sam.”
“Alright.”
He smiled softly. It did matter, he could tell.
“Soooo…why did you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Become a witch.”
“Sam…”
“Indulge me. I’m…curious.”
She watched him over her shoulder, her arms crossed defensively over her chest. He wondered if it was a habit from long ago, when she was human, or if it was a reaction to the past few months of upheaval. She turned back to face the window and finally spoke again.
“The world…the world wasn’t a good place when I lived, Sam. Especially for a female. You’re smart, Sam. You’ve studied history. You know what it must have been like during that time. I had the opportunity to learn to protect myself. And I did.”
“Do you regret it? The path you walked to end up here…now?”
“Regret’s a useless emotion, Sam.”
“You…regret…what happened to Dean.”
She turned and paced across the room, restless now, her dark eyes roving.
“He didn’t deserve what he got.”
Sam swallowed hard, wanting to ask but not knowing if he could handle it yet, the wounds were too fresh.
“Please don’t ask me about him, Sam. I won’t tell you.”
He nodded.
“Okay.”
Author:
capt_skywalkerFandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester, Ruby
Rating: Rated G
Time Frame: Shortly before “Lazarus Rising”
Word Count: around 575
Disclaimers: I do not own or profit from the characters in this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Sam asks Ruby about her past.
A roll of thunder vibrated the small room and the lights dimmed and then brightened again. His eyes were tired and he massaged them gently, mindful of the healing scratches that decorated his forehead and one cheek. It had been a long and rough week.
He sat with his eyes closed for awhile, listening to the tap of the rain and the muted sound of an occasional car passing on the highway. It was close to midnight. A soft sound caused him to open his eyes again and, without thinking, he asked a question he had wanted to ask for a while.
“Who were you?”
She had been standing by the scratched up old dresser, carefully sewing up a tear in her jacket with the little sewing kit that Sam carried with his supplies.
She turned to look at him, frowning slightly, her eyes shadowed in the light thrown from the two lamps in the musty smelling motel room.
“What?”
Sam sighed, regretting his question. He leaned his head back against the pillow and pulled the scratchy blanket up closer against the chill damp air coming in through the open window.
“I asked who you were…you know…a long time ago.”
“Before I was a demon you mean?”
She looked back down, smoothing the fabric in her hand.
“I was…I was nobody. Just a stupid young girl.”
“Was Ruby your name then too?”
“Yes.”
“Did you have a family? Parents?”
She tossed the jacket over the back of a chair and crossed the room to the open window. It was still raining a little and the wind was picking up. The motel sign was across from their room and it shone through the cracking blinds, flickering its light across her face.
“Everyone has to have parents, Sam, or they wouldn’t be born.”
“But do you remember yours?”
“Yes. A little.”
“Do you…miss them?”
“They’ve been dead a long time. And…I’ve been a demon for a long time. They’re just…pictures in my mind now, blurred and meaningless.”
“And?”
“And I don’t…miss them.”
Sam thought about that for a few moments, his long fingers worrying at the fraying edge of the blanket. His wrist ached, a reminder of an old injury.
“Did they die during the Plague?”
“It doesn’t matter anymore, Sam.”
“Alright.”
He smiled softly. It did matter, he could tell.
“Soooo…why did you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Become a witch.”
“Sam…”
“Indulge me. I’m…curious.”
She watched him over her shoulder, her arms crossed defensively over her chest. He wondered if it was a habit from long ago, when she was human, or if it was a reaction to the past few months of upheaval. She turned back to face the window and finally spoke again.
“The world…the world wasn’t a good place when I lived, Sam. Especially for a female. You’re smart, Sam. You’ve studied history. You know what it must have been like during that time. I had the opportunity to learn to protect myself. And I did.”
“Do you regret it? The path you walked to end up here…now?”
“Regret’s a useless emotion, Sam.”
“You…regret…what happened to Dean.”
She turned and paced across the room, restless now, her dark eyes roving.
“He didn’t deserve what he got.”
Sam swallowed hard, wanting to ask but not knowing if he could handle it yet, the wounds were too fresh.
“Please don’t ask me about him, Sam. I won’t tell you.”
He nodded.
“Okay.”