So here they were, then. It wasn't that he couldn't back out at the last minute, but Sam knew himself better than that and in some ways, he had a feeling Ruby did, too. He didn't say yes unless he meant it. If he'd been uncertain enough to walk away, he never would've let Ruby negotiate him down this far in the first place.
Honestly, he wasn't even sure what that extra night was gonna do except give him an illusion of some kind of peace of mind. But...maybe that was it. As ridiculous as it sounded, he could use the temporary downtime, even knowing it wouldn't last.
Right. Anyways. Dean. Fortunately, Ruby and Dean hadn't crossed paths that much and the few times they had, only once or twice had they had the chance to even talk a whole lot. It made coordinating this simpler, but at the same time, was it that good of an idea to have them become...BFFs, as Ruby had decided to call it? Sam preferred acquaintances. Either way, he knew it made logical sense in theory. If they were gonna do this, he couldn't keep taking off with Ruby without Dean wanting to know who this chick was. They might as well cut to the chase and have Ruby get to know Dean before his brother started asking after it. It'd be less suspicious.
In practice, though, Sam couldn't say he was any more at ease with the idea than Ruby was. Still.
He shifted, the closet creaking a little on its hinges behind him. The outline of the gun dug into his back, but he ignored it. "There's not much," he said. "You two barely met. As far as he's aware, we never knew each other outside of here. He knows you're a hunter and that you specialize in the occult, which should cover why you might know more about hexes than most. And he knows you're not the first version of you. You gave your surname as Jackson, but he's not gonna blink if you turn up with a new one." Most hunters were being generous when they gave out their real first name. Last names were a luxury.
Sam shook his head, as if wrapping up his thoughts. "That's about it."
He returned his eyes to her, realizing her expression had changed. He studied her for a moment with a sort of cautious curiosity, but he didn't ask, mostly 'cause, where did he start? He did, however, concede, "Look, I know you're not exactly thrilled with Dean and I know he's not the easiest guy to get along with. I promise I'll try and get him to behave around you, too, all right?"
Nothing changed, he guessed. He'd always been playing mediator between the two of them. He still remembered keeping Dean from putting a bullet in her. At least it wouldn't go that far this time as long as the part about her being a demon stayed under the table.
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So here they were, then. It wasn't that he couldn't back out at the last minute, but Sam knew himself better than that and in some ways, he had a feeling Ruby did, too. He didn't say yes unless he meant it. If he'd been uncertain enough to walk away, he never would've let Ruby negotiate him down this far in the first place.
Honestly, he wasn't even sure what that extra night was gonna do except give him an illusion of some kind of peace of mind. But...maybe that was it. As ridiculous as it sounded, he could use the temporary downtime, even knowing it wouldn't last.
Right. Anyways. Dean. Fortunately, Ruby and Dean hadn't crossed paths that much and the few times they had, only once or twice had they had the chance to even talk a whole lot. It made coordinating this simpler, but at the same time, was it that good of an idea to have them become...BFFs, as Ruby had decided to call it? Sam preferred acquaintances. Either way, he knew it made logical sense in theory. If they were gonna do this, he couldn't keep taking off with Ruby without Dean wanting to know who this chick was. They might as well cut to the chase and have Ruby get to know Dean before his brother started asking after it. It'd be less suspicious.
In practice, though, Sam couldn't say he was any more at ease with the idea than Ruby was. Still.
He shifted, the closet creaking a little on its hinges behind him. The outline of the gun dug into his back, but he ignored it. "There's not much," he said. "You two barely met. As far as he's aware, we never knew each other outside of here. He knows you're a hunter and that you specialize in the occult, which should cover why you might know more about hexes than most. And he knows you're not the first version of you. You gave your surname as Jackson, but he's not gonna blink if you turn up with a new one." Most hunters were being generous when they gave out their real first name. Last names were a luxury.
Sam shook his head, as if wrapping up his thoughts. "That's about it."
He returned his eyes to her, realizing her expression had changed. He studied her for a moment with a sort of cautious curiosity, but he didn't ask, mostly 'cause, where did he start? He did, however, concede, "Look, I know you're not exactly thrilled with Dean and I know he's not the easiest guy to get along with. I promise I'll try and get him to behave around you, too, all right?"
Nothing changed, he guessed. He'd always been playing mediator between the two of them. He still remembered keeping Dean from putting a bullet in her. At least it wouldn't go that far this time as long as the part about her being a demon stayed under the table.