Yeah. That reaction was right about what he'd expected, although watching a demon smoke out of a body in a huff was...new. And really damn weird. And also completely fitting for Ruby.
He caught the body and tried not to think about everything that body meant. Talk about too frigging late. He was long past the point where he could worry about this crap. Christ, what the hell was he supposed to do with (it. her.)? Did it matter? The heat and humidity was kinda a problem for decomposition as it was and that was...really not a train of thought he wanted to keep to the tracks of.
In the end, he might as well have just let her drop. She basically ended up in the same spot, anyways, beneath a tree and under the cover of a dense thicket of ferns.
Without daylight or night vision, it was damn near impossible to keep track of Dean or Ruby. Once they were gone, they were gone, and Sam was left to sit and wait. The camp wasn't big, but the layout of the tents, the trucks, the sentries—it wasn't hard to see why the military wanted them taken out. Still obviously a ragtag bunch, but organized enough. Why here, though? Middle of the damn jungle? The institute wasn't anywhere near the tropical climate.
General Berg's home. Was this it? Or was it like Doyleton? Just another extension of whatever dimension they'd landed on. Or were they one and the same? Dammit.
He shook off the questions, drawing his focus back to what was going on. Explosions (Dean. Go figure), general chaos. When the trucks started moving, that was when Sam reached for the gasoline—then started and froze.
Oh, shit. Tell him that wasn't what he thought—
The pair of yellow eyes glinted in the moonlight. The first thought that struck Sam was that it was, for once, not an oversized zombie of an animal. The second thought was that it was right over Ruby. His third was that she was going to kill him if she came back to a body that'd been made into a freaking chewtoy by a jungle cat.
His reaction was instinctive. He didn't give a second thought to calling out, "Hey." The eyes whipped around to focus on him. To his three o'clock, he could hear the sound of something else exploding and the revving of engines, and that was exactly when he pulled the trigger. Double tap. Blood splattered.
Jesus Christ. He had enough time to let out a breath, stare at the cat for thirty seconds, and then look back over to the blazing but now empty camp before the familiar force of black smoke jammed itself back down Ruby's throat. The speed of events went faster than he could register and there was a good two seconds of silence.
He frowned, but after he shot her a look, he had the good grace to look slightly caught. "Yeah. Sorry about that." He put his gun away and grabbed the can of gasoline without bothering to ask her if everyone was clear. If she was back, then they were. Or as good as it was going to get anyway. Dean wasn't back yet, but he would be soon. His brother knew what was happening, anyway. He'd keep clear of the fire.
"We don't have a lot of time, come on." He didn't wait, jogging towards the camp and splashing the gasoline where it would catch the most damage: the tents, the remaining canvas-covered vehicles, making sure that he wasn't going to trap them inside a circle of fire. Since that...wouldn't be a good idea.
He paused halfway through his work, then glanced at Ruby. "Think they might've left anything important behind?"
What he meant was Go check. There might not be anything, but it wouldn't hurt to look. They'd already gotten this far. Taking something might not be possible, but if they could look at it while they were here...
He could let Ruby deal with it. She could handle what to do.
Sam emptied the last of the container over a tent in the far corner. And then he struck the match and dropped it.
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He caught the body and tried not to think about everything that body meant. Talk about too frigging late. He was long past the point where he could worry about this crap. Christ, what the hell was he supposed to do with (it. her.)? Did it matter? The heat and humidity was kinda a problem for decomposition as it was and that was...really not a train of thought he wanted to keep to the tracks of.
In the end, he might as well have just let her drop. She basically ended up in the same spot, anyways, beneath a tree and under the cover of a dense thicket of ferns.
Without daylight or night vision, it was damn near impossible to keep track of Dean or Ruby. Once they were gone, they were gone, and Sam was left to sit and wait. The camp wasn't big, but the layout of the tents, the trucks, the sentries—it wasn't hard to see why the military wanted them taken out. Still obviously a ragtag bunch, but organized enough. Why here, though? Middle of the damn jungle? The institute wasn't anywhere near the tropical climate.
General Berg's home. Was this it? Or was it like Doyleton? Just another extension of whatever dimension they'd landed on. Or were they one and the same? Dammit.
He shook off the questions, drawing his focus back to what was going on. Explosions (Dean. Go figure), general chaos. When the trucks started moving, that was when Sam reached for the gasoline—then started and froze.
Oh, shit. Tell him that wasn't what he thought—
The pair of yellow eyes glinted in the moonlight. The first thought that struck Sam was that it was, for once, not an oversized zombie of an animal. The second thought was that it was right over Ruby. His third was that she was going to kill him if she came back to a body that'd been made into a freaking chewtoy by a jungle cat.
His reaction was instinctive. He didn't give a second thought to calling out, "Hey." The eyes whipped around to focus on him. To his three o'clock, he could hear the sound of something else exploding and the revving of engines, and that was exactly when he pulled the trigger. Double tap. Blood splattered.
Jesus Christ. He had enough time to let out a breath, stare at the cat for thirty seconds, and then look back over to the blazing but now empty camp before the familiar force of black smoke jammed itself back down Ruby's throat. The speed of events went faster than he could register and there was a good two seconds of silence.
He frowned, but after he shot her a look, he had the good grace to look slightly caught. "Yeah. Sorry about that." He put his gun away and grabbed the can of gasoline without bothering to ask her if everyone was clear. If she was back, then they were. Or as good as it was going to get anyway. Dean wasn't back yet, but he would be soon. His brother knew what was happening, anyway. He'd keep clear of the fire.
"We don't have a lot of time, come on." He didn't wait, jogging towards the camp and splashing the gasoline where it would catch the most damage: the tents, the remaining canvas-covered vehicles, making sure that he wasn't going to trap them inside a circle of fire. Since that...wouldn't be a good idea.
He paused halfway through his work, then glanced at Ruby. "Think they might've left anything important behind?"
What he meant was Go check. There might not be anything, but it wouldn't hurt to look. They'd already gotten this far. Taking something might not be possible, but if they could look at it while they were here...
He could let Ruby deal with it. She could handle what to do.
Sam emptied the last of the container over a tent in the far corner. And then he struck the match and dropped it.