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alwaysbesammy) wrote2012-01-24 04:04 pm
alwaysbesammy) wrote2012-01-24 04:04 pm
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Let Your Secrets Follow You Down
Sam tried to keep his word. He meant to, even though it had been given to a demon. Still it was Dean and when he told his brother he'd do something, he tried to stick to it. The blood Ruby gave him only lasted a handful of days past Dean's return, though, and in less time following that, he was itching to hear from Ruby again.
It was difficult to do anything without Dean knowing about it, though. He always seemed to be right there. Sam half wondered if he didn't watch him while he slept, but he chalked that paranoia up to the idea of having a demon, any demon, in the room with him while he slept. Even Ruby and everything they'd done together hadn't gotten a pass on that one. Sex was one thing. Sleeping, being vulnerable, that was something else.
Eventually, desperation kicked in and he couldn't think about anything but how much it hurt and how badly he needed to get to her and fix this. He waited until Dean was asleep, then quietly slipped out of bed, stepped into his shoes, and tip-toed out the door. She hadn't been answering calls from his cell, but there was a payphone on the corner by a crappy old gas station. Maybe he could get her to answer if it wasn't a known number. He had to try.
It was difficult to do anything without Dean knowing about it, though. He always seemed to be right there. Sam half wondered if he didn't watch him while he slept, but he chalked that paranoia up to the idea of having a demon, any demon, in the room with him while he slept. Even Ruby and everything they'd done together hadn't gotten a pass on that one. Sex was one thing. Sleeping, being vulnerable, that was something else.
Eventually, desperation kicked in and he couldn't think about anything but how much it hurt and how badly he needed to get to her and fix this. He waited until Dean was asleep, then quietly slipped out of bed, stepped into his shoes, and tip-toed out the door. She hadn't been answering calls from his cell, but there was a payphone on the corner by a crappy old gas station. Maybe he could get her to answer if it wasn't a known number. He had to try.