Nah, it was much easier to just beeline for the camp. The big boss's quarters weren't too tough to pick out: the biggest tent around. Under most circumstances, he'd be the furthest thing from meeting her standard vessel requirements, but hey. Crisis means making sacrifices. So, she makes herself cozy in his body and blinks open her new eyes, pulling herself out of bed and shrugging on a uniform blouse over the stained undershirt he wore.
Just as she made her way out of the guy's tent, the explosion rocked the camp and smoke went up, light flickering as something caught fire from the combustion. Ruby started shouting -- in a gruffer, manlier voice than usual, but with her same demonic charm.
"Attack! We're under attack! Everybody who wants to live, ditch your gear and get the hell outta here before I make you get out!" Soldiers started peeking out from inside their tents, some carrying gear, some in the underwear, all moving in the opposite direction of the explosion. Ruby stood in the midst of the fray, watching the glow brighten and the smoke billow up toward the trees.
She began to run; headed for the edge of the camp nearest where the grenade had gone off and began checking bunks, making sure they were all clear, and that people had climbed outta their beds to save their asses. God, when did she start caring about this crap? They were inconsequential. Sam wouldn't know one way or another, but here she was, true to her word.
He'd made her this. And she hated it. She wanted to tear it out of herself, maybe rewind to where Dean was at. Must be nice. She pushed back those thoughts and began to hightail it towards the other end of the camp, joining the crowd as they moved away from the supposed assault. She waited until she was sure good ol' General Lane would figure his shit out once he was back at the wheel, far enough away that they'd be able to get started and know he was ahead of the flames, and released her hold on the body.
The good General slumped beneath her, temporarily shaken up by the experience -- but, he'd be fine. That fight or flight would kick in. The cloud of smoke moved up, invisible in the darkness through the trees, rustling them around Sam's head as she returned to where she'd left her body to rest. There was a gasp as her eyes snapped open, chest heaving as she sat up. Leaves fell away from where her body had slouched in the hollow of the trees as she reoriented herself, her eyes focusing on --
On the dead jungle cat staring into her eyes like she was its next meal. Ruby's lip curled into an automatic defensive snarl, and she reached up to shove it back, but found that its weight was dead. And then took in the bullet wound in its head. Her attention moved up to Sam as she shoved it off of her with no small effort. Few hundred pounds of dead predator, it was a wonder she could get it off at all. But, she got to her feet.
"Nice job holding down the fort, I can see five minutes alone really ends well for you. Five more, and I might not have had a body to come back to at all."
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Just as she made her way out of the guy's tent, the explosion rocked the camp and smoke went up, light flickering as something caught fire from the combustion. Ruby started shouting -- in a gruffer, manlier voice than usual, but with her same demonic charm.
"Attack! We're under attack! Everybody who wants to live, ditch your gear and get the hell outta here before I make you get out!" Soldiers started peeking out from inside their tents, some carrying gear, some in the underwear, all moving in the opposite direction of the explosion. Ruby stood in the midst of the fray, watching the glow brighten and the smoke billow up toward the trees.
She began to run; headed for the edge of the camp nearest where the grenade had gone off and began checking bunks, making sure they were all clear, and that people had climbed outta their beds to save their asses. God, when did she start caring about this crap? They were inconsequential. Sam wouldn't know one way or another, but here she was, true to her word.
He'd made her this. And she hated it. She wanted to tear it out of herself, maybe rewind to where Dean was at. Must be nice. She pushed back those thoughts and began to hightail it towards the other end of the camp, joining the crowd as they moved away from the supposed assault. She waited until she was sure good ol' General Lane would figure his shit out once he was back at the wheel, far enough away that they'd be able to get started and know he was ahead of the flames, and released her hold on the body.
The good General slumped beneath her, temporarily shaken up by the experience -- but, he'd be fine. That fight or flight would kick in. The cloud of smoke moved up, invisible in the darkness through the trees, rustling them around Sam's head as she returned to where she'd left her body to rest. There was a gasp as her eyes snapped open, chest heaving as she sat up. Leaves fell away from where her body had slouched in the hollow of the trees as she reoriented herself, her eyes focusing on --
On the dead jungle cat staring into her eyes like she was its next meal. Ruby's lip curled into an automatic defensive snarl, and she reached up to shove it back, but found that its weight was dead. And then took in the bullet wound in its head. Her attention moved up to Sam as she shoved it off of her with no small effort. Few hundred pounds of dead predator, it was a wonder she could get it off at all. But, she got to her feet.
"Nice job holding down the fort, I can see five minutes alone really ends well for you. Five more, and I might not have had a body to come back to at all."