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hasperkynipples) wrote2009-11-17 07:33 pm
hasperkynipples) wrote2009-11-17 07:33 pm
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“No matter what happens... somebody will find a way to take it too seriously.”
Dean had decided a long time ago to treat this as a vacation. A period of time where the rules were suspended and he didn’t have to worry about stopping the end of the world. It wasn’t like he could think of it otherwise, anyway, without driving himself insane. There was no way out. Not until the place got tired of you and decided to toss you away. Until then, the standard was pretty much making do with what he had—a house that was kinda sorta his (he claimed it after all), a couple of friends, and, well—Ruby.
Sam hadn’t shown up yet. Dean was starting to doubt he ever would, given the fact that his brother was probably smart enough not to push the limits. Which meant that Dean was stuck here, without Sam, and somehow that made it okay for him to break or find excuses for a lot of the rules that he normally made for himself, and more beyond the fact of “Well, yeah, but she’s really hot.” Truth be told, he had reasoned this out with more than just his dick. Really. Well, not the first time, the first time was her being—Ruby, for lack of a better adjective, and as far as he was concerned, it was never going to happen again.
Until it did.
Then he actually had to start thinking about it. Because if he was going to keep doing this he needed to have reasons, if for no one else than for himself. At first it was just to scratch an itch, but then it was starting to be more than that, not that he would ever admit that out loud to anyone. It wasn’t a matter of them actually agreeing to anything either. It started with them just getting what they needed and parting ways, but then it graduated to them actually sleeping next to each other, clothed, but she was there, and soon they weren’t caring about clothes and just falling asleep where they were because it became almost routine. Normal. It was a bit of a scary thought, but it was how he felt. She got what he had been through. She knew what Hell was like. She didn’t push. She just let him take what he needed so long as he gave back and Dean didn’t have a problem doing that.
It was also easier that Sam wasn’t here, because Dean hadn’t forgotten the fact that Ruby was technically Sam’s girl. Not in this body, and she hadn’t even lived through it yet, but it was true. This was Dean sleeping with his brother’s girl and as much as he tried to talk his way around it, he couldn’t. But as long as Sam wasn't here, he didn’t have to think about it, and he was okay with that. For now. If or when Sam showed up that might be another story, but for now, Dean could almost say he was happy.
At the moment, he wasn’t feeling self-destructive enough to ruin that quite yet.
She was still asleep when he woke up, back to him and curled on her side. He had had his arm draped around her at first, but now he was leaning back a bit, his fingers lazily tracing over her skin as he started to wake up, tracing scars and playing connect the dots with the light freckles on her back. She didn’t have a lot of actual scars from her time as a demon, aside from the bullet hole in the front of her chest, but there were some from when the meat wasn’t hers. He tried to avoid letting his mind stray to what the girl who was born in this body was like, whether she was happy with a family. Whether she was normal before Ruby forced herself inside her body, took control of the wheel and started to drive. He knew that girl was long gone, and he knew that if he started to thinking the way he was he was only going to hate himself for what he was doing with Ruby, so it was grateful when she stirred as his finger ran up the line of her spine, arching away from him before glancing back over her shoulder.
“Having fun back there?”
He smirked a bit, before letting his hands slide over her stomach to roll her over. “Loads. I have a feeling you have a better way to keep me occupied though.”
She smirked back at him as she moved closer, and soon he was being pressed against warm skin and the tangled sheets of the bed as she settled against him. “I have a few ideas.” Then she was kissing him again, and things were becoming a pleasurable blur of heat and soft skin, and by the time they both dropped back against the bed again, he noticed she was looking at him a little more closely than she usually did. “You’ve been thinking.”
Dean’s eyebrows went up slightly. “Lots of people think. I’ve been known to try it on occasion.”
“Yeah, but this is Sam level stewing. Something on your mind?”
He was quiet for a minute, before shrugging. “I was just wondering about who the body used to belong to. What she was like.” The sentence was out of his mouth before he could even think about correcting it, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. She just looked at him for a moment, before tilting her head to the side slightly.
“She’s gone, Dean. Has been for a long time.”
“I know,” he sighed, starting to shift out from under her, feeling the cool air of the room hit his body as he reached for his jeans. “It was just a thought. I was bored.”
She shifted so that she was facing him. The sheets were pooled around her waist, and her hair was going every which way, but that didn’t make the idea to just crawl back into bed with her and make her forget that he had ever said the words not a good one, but for some reason, he just didn’t have enough incentive to back down from this. Which was odd because sex was a good enough reason for anything. Usually.
She pushed up into a sitting position, her hair falling over her chest as she looked back at him. “Do you want to know? Because I could tell you if you really did. But it’s not gonna help you like yourself any better. Or this.”
Dean had his shirt halfway on at that point, and he looked back at her for a moment, before shaking his head as he pulled it over his head. “No, you’re right. Stupid question.”
Ruby sighed slightly, before pushing herself up and moving to pull her clothes on as well. “Where are you going?”
“I’m out of food,” he sighed. “Was gonna head down and get some if you want to come—”
“Nah. I’ve got some other stuff I gotta do.”
Dean nodded and let it go, grateful that she was as well. When they actually made their way downstairs and out the door, before Ruby turned around again, hooking her fingers in the belt loops of his pants, yanking him closer as she did.
“Look, I know the whole demon thing bugs you, but it’s really not that big a deal. It’s just me in here, and there’s no scared little girl that you’re taking advantage of. We’re just having fun.” She leaned in and kissed him gently, before starting to walk away. “Don’t screw this up by over-thinking it, jackass.”
Dean just smirked slightly as he watched her go, before shifting on his heels to head back towards the market area, and not stopping until he looked up and met the wide, confused eyes of his younger brother.
“Was that—what the hell?!”
Well, shit.
“Hey, Sammy. How’s it going?”
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pushedtoedges. Ruby is sent_farfaraway and used with permission from her mun who made a request for Dean/Ruby future fic with the prompt “correction.”]“No matter what happens... somebody will find a way to take it too seriously.”
Dean had decided a long time ago to treat this as a vacation. A period of time where the rules were suspended and he didn’t have to worry about stopping the end of the world. It wasn’t like he could think of it otherwise, anyway, without driving himself insane. There was no way out. Not until the place got tired of you and decided to toss you away. Until then, the standard was pretty much making do with what he had—a house that was kinda sorta his (he claimed it after all), a couple of friends, and, well—Ruby.
Sam hadn’t shown up yet. Dean was starting to doubt he ever would, given the fact that his brother was probably smart enough not to push the limits. Which meant that Dean was stuck here, without Sam, and somehow that made it okay for him to break or find excuses for a lot of the rules that he normally made for himself, and more beyond the fact of “Well, yeah, but she’s really hot.” Truth be told, he had reasoned this out with more than just his dick. Really. Well, not the first time, the first time was her being—Ruby, for lack of a better adjective, and as far as he was concerned, it was never going to happen again.
Until it did.
Then he actually had to start thinking about it. Because if he was going to keep doing this he needed to have reasons, if for no one else than for himself. At first it was just to scratch an itch, but then it was starting to be more than that, not that he would ever admit that out loud to anyone. It wasn’t a matter of them actually agreeing to anything either. It started with them just getting what they needed and parting ways, but then it graduated to them actually sleeping next to each other, clothed, but she was there, and soon they weren’t caring about clothes and just falling asleep where they were because it became almost routine. Normal. It was a bit of a scary thought, but it was how he felt. She got what he had been through. She knew what Hell was like. She didn’t push. She just let him take what he needed so long as he gave back and Dean didn’t have a problem doing that.
It was also easier that Sam wasn’t here, because Dean hadn’t forgotten the fact that Ruby was technically Sam’s girl. Not in this body, and she hadn’t even lived through it yet, but it was true. This was Dean sleeping with his brother’s girl and as much as he tried to talk his way around it, he couldn’t. But as long as Sam wasn't here, he didn’t have to think about it, and he was okay with that. For now. If or when Sam showed up that might be another story, but for now, Dean could almost say he was happy.
At the moment, he wasn’t feeling self-destructive enough to ruin that quite yet.
She was still asleep when he woke up, back to him and curled on her side. He had had his arm draped around her at first, but now he was leaning back a bit, his fingers lazily tracing over her skin as he started to wake up, tracing scars and playing connect the dots with the light freckles on her back. She didn’t have a lot of actual scars from her time as a demon, aside from the bullet hole in the front of her chest, but there were some from when the meat wasn’t hers. He tried to avoid letting his mind stray to what the girl who was born in this body was like, whether she was happy with a family. Whether she was normal before Ruby forced herself inside her body, took control of the wheel and started to drive. He knew that girl was long gone, and he knew that if he started to thinking the way he was he was only going to hate himself for what he was doing with Ruby, so it was grateful when she stirred as his finger ran up the line of her spine, arching away from him before glancing back over her shoulder.
“Having fun back there?”
He smirked a bit, before letting his hands slide over her stomach to roll her over. “Loads. I have a feeling you have a better way to keep me occupied though.”
She smirked back at him as she moved closer, and soon he was being pressed against warm skin and the tangled sheets of the bed as she settled against him. “I have a few ideas.” Then she was kissing him again, and things were becoming a pleasurable blur of heat and soft skin, and by the time they both dropped back against the bed again, he noticed she was looking at him a little more closely than she usually did. “You’ve been thinking.”
Dean’s eyebrows went up slightly. “Lots of people think. I’ve been known to try it on occasion.”
“Yeah, but this is Sam level stewing. Something on your mind?”
He was quiet for a minute, before shrugging. “I was just wondering about who the body used to belong to. What she was like.” The sentence was out of his mouth before he could even think about correcting it, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. She just looked at him for a moment, before tilting her head to the side slightly.
“She’s gone, Dean. Has been for a long time.”
“I know,” he sighed, starting to shift out from under her, feeling the cool air of the room hit his body as he reached for his jeans. “It was just a thought. I was bored.”
She shifted so that she was facing him. The sheets were pooled around her waist, and her hair was going every which way, but that didn’t make the idea to just crawl back into bed with her and make her forget that he had ever said the words not a good one, but for some reason, he just didn’t have enough incentive to back down from this. Which was odd because sex was a good enough reason for anything. Usually.
She pushed up into a sitting position, her hair falling over her chest as she looked back at him. “Do you want to know? Because I could tell you if you really did. But it’s not gonna help you like yourself any better. Or this.”
Dean had his shirt halfway on at that point, and he looked back at her for a moment, before shaking his head as he pulled it over his head. “No, you’re right. Stupid question.”
Ruby sighed slightly, before pushing herself up and moving to pull her clothes on as well. “Where are you going?”
“I’m out of food,” he sighed. “Was gonna head down and get some if you want to come—”
“Nah. I’ve got some other stuff I gotta do.”
Dean nodded and let it go, grateful that she was as well. When they actually made their way downstairs and out the door, before Ruby turned around again, hooking her fingers in the belt loops of his pants, yanking him closer as she did.
“Look, I know the whole demon thing bugs you, but it’s really not that big a deal. It’s just me in here, and there’s no scared little girl that you’re taking advantage of. We’re just having fun.” She leaned in and kissed him gently, before starting to walk away. “Don’t screw this up by over-thinking it, jackass.”
Dean just smirked slightly as he watched her go, before shifting on his heels to head back towards the market area, and not stopping until he looked up and met the wide, confused eyes of his younger brother.
“Was that—what the hell?!”
Well, shit.
“Hey, Sammy. How’s it going?”
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