Dean walking off wasn't unexpected, but Sam still found himself frowning after his brother. When the three of them weren't together, it was easier to avoid thinking how complicated and completely screwed up this whole thing was.
He couldn't avoid it now.
Sam bit his lip, but followed beside Ruby, trying to shake away his distractions and focus. They had a job to do. Except that was the exact moment that Ruby decided to bring up the conversation he didn't want to ever have with Dean.
He snorted softly, suggesting that he'd be crazy to have talked to Dean about it this soon. "No. He barely wants you within a ten foot radius of me as it is."
He should. He knew he should because if he didn't, there would be hellfire to catch when Dean found out the full truth. And he knew there was no way Dean wouldn't ever find out given that Castiel had spilled the beans on almost everything, anyway. Hell, maybe the angel already had told Dean and Dean just hadn't confronted him about it yet. Patience wasn't his brother's strong suit, but neither was talking about crap he didn't want to talk about.
He didn't expand, though. He wasn't sure what else there was to say.
He took the shotgun and pursed his lips, but didn't let her go just yet. He caught her arm. "No one dies, Ruby. I mean it."
It was something he normally wouldn't have said—not after this long, not after five months with her, back home and in here—but Dean's presence and the building tension of their entire trek through the jungle made him feel like he had to put it out there. Even if he knew Ruby wouldn't appreciate it.
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He couldn't avoid it now.
Sam bit his lip, but followed beside Ruby, trying to shake away his distractions and focus. They had a job to do. Except that was the exact moment that Ruby decided to bring up the conversation he didn't want to ever have with Dean.
He snorted softly, suggesting that he'd be crazy to have talked to Dean about it this soon. "No. He barely wants you within a ten foot radius of me as it is."
He should. He knew he should because if he didn't, there would be hellfire to catch when Dean found out the full truth. And he knew there was no way Dean wouldn't ever find out given that Castiel had spilled the beans on almost everything, anyway. Hell, maybe the angel already had told Dean and Dean just hadn't confronted him about it yet. Patience wasn't his brother's strong suit, but neither was talking about crap he didn't want to talk about.
He didn't expand, though. He wasn't sure what else there was to say.
He took the shotgun and pursed his lips, but didn't let her go just yet. He caught her arm. "No one dies, Ruby. I mean it."
It was something he normally wouldn't have said—not after this long, not after five months with her, back home and in here—but Dean's presence and the building tension of their entire trek through the jungle made him feel like he had to put it out there. Even if he knew Ruby wouldn't appreciate it.