His sigh was immediately followed by one of her own, because she knew him well enough to know what was coming next. So, she dropped her hand away and she listened. And, all right, maybe he had a point. There wasn't much reason to get started now when they could get the shaft from General Aguilar and his crew and not be able to do anything with it. And, he'd dropped down from a day or two to just one, which was progress. It was a concession she was willing to make.
"You're gonna get all the time with Dean you could ask for if we can actually pull this Shawshank Redemption off," she makes a small turn on her heels, rolling her eyes in tandem with the movement and walking back towards his desk. This was going a whole lot of nowhere tonight. "But, fine. Have it your way." He always did, after all. She turned back towards him and began to lay it out. Time to gear up that unwavering obedience.
"We spend a day, figure out what General Mao's up to and what we're in for 'cause of it, and I'll work on trying to become Dean's new BFF." Wasn't that just the kind of day she would look forward to. Playing hunter girlfriend for Dean might be a little easier if he wasn't pulling the black-eyed skank card every two seconds, but that didn't make her like him many more. And her feelings on the subject were clear in the look on her face -- the grim, thinly pulled line of her lips, the raised eyebrows, and the way she seemed to be in a constant state of a begrudging shrug.
"I'm not making any promises on that one. Not that I don't want to bury the hatchet before it can get sharpened and all, but your brother didn't like me the first time. I don't see the second going any better just because he doesn't have all the facts." But she was conceding. She was going to do it -- for Sam, if not just to make her life easier. He didn't need to further convince her, but she felt the need to lay down her pessimism anyway. "Speaking of which … if I'm gonna drop in and start getting cuddly, you should probably fill me in on what you've been telling him. Anything and everything, I mean specifics. We can't afford to be singing a different tune."
There were parts to the story that she already knew, of course. The host of personas she'd accrued since waking up in Landel's wasn't easy to juggle, but she could manage. There was Kristen Alighieri, the supposed nutjob who'd gotten locked up in this place for one reason or another -- probably thought she'd been possessed by demons, Ruby imagined. Then there was Ruby, hunter, friend who'd worked with Sam a coupla times and one hundred percent, bonafide, breathing human. That one was probably even funnier, but hey, if Dean bought it … and all of that was piled on top of the real deal.
The real Ruby that couldn't seem to keep separated the two halves she'd already cleaved herself into. Sympathetic, snarky sidekick in Team Prevent the Coming Apocalypse who cared about Sam and really wanted to help him, and the one who was trying to bring it on and played him like a fiddle. Those two had already bled over to a certain degree, it was unsettling to consider if the other two might throw themselves into the blender as well. She'd always imagined she'd be better at this.
Her eyes softened as she watched him, considering this, and her lips turned downwards into a despondent frown. Maybe there was some credence to not shitting where you slept after all.
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"You're gonna get all the time with Dean you could ask for if we can actually pull this Shawshank Redemption off," she makes a small turn on her heels, rolling her eyes in tandem with the movement and walking back towards his desk. This was going a whole lot of nowhere tonight. "But, fine. Have it your way." He always did, after all. She turned back towards him and began to lay it out. Time to gear up that unwavering obedience.
"We spend a day, figure out what General Mao's up to and what we're in for 'cause of it, and I'll work on trying to become Dean's new BFF." Wasn't that just the kind of day she would look forward to. Playing hunter girlfriend for Dean might be a little easier if he wasn't pulling the black-eyed skank card every two seconds, but that didn't make her like him many more. And her feelings on the subject were clear in the look on her face -- the grim, thinly pulled line of her lips, the raised eyebrows, and the way she seemed to be in a constant state of a begrudging shrug.
"I'm not making any promises on that one. Not that I don't want to bury the hatchet before it can get sharpened and all, but your brother didn't like me the first time. I don't see the second going any better just because he doesn't have all the facts." But she was conceding. She was going to do it -- for Sam, if not just to make her life easier. He didn't need to further convince her, but she felt the need to lay down her pessimism anyway. "Speaking of which … if I'm gonna drop in and start getting cuddly, you should probably fill me in on what you've been telling him. Anything and everything, I mean specifics. We can't afford to be singing a different tune."
There were parts to the story that she already knew, of course. The host of personas she'd accrued since waking up in Landel's wasn't easy to juggle, but she could manage. There was Kristen Alighieri, the supposed nutjob who'd gotten locked up in this place for one reason or another -- probably thought she'd been possessed by demons, Ruby imagined. Then there was Ruby, hunter, friend who'd worked with Sam a coupla times and one hundred percent, bonafide, breathing human. That one was probably even funnier, but hey, if Dean bought it … and all of that was piled on top of the real deal.
The real Ruby that couldn't seem to keep separated the two halves she'd already cleaved herself into. Sympathetic, snarky sidekick in Team Prevent the Coming Apocalypse who cared about Sam and really wanted to help him, and the one who was trying to bring it on and played him like a fiddle. Those two had already bled over to a certain degree, it was unsettling to consider if the other two might throw themselves into the blender as well. She'd always imagined she'd be better at this.
Her eyes softened as she watched him, considering this, and her lips turned downwards into a despondent frown. Maybe there was some credence to not shitting where you slept after all.