Dean Winchester (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hasperkynipples) wrote2009-11-18 11:45 pm
hasperkynipples) wrote2009-11-18 11:45 pm
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we gotta be fast, we were born out of time [born out of time and alone]
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pushedtoedges. Ruby is ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sent_farfaraway and Sam is wentdwnthatroad. Creative Writing class prompt: Describe how you were caught, or not.]
In the back of his mind, he knew that he wanted to.
He knew that he needed to be. He was sick of the secrets. It had been nice, for the first couple weeks before his brother had arrived, where he didn’t have to hide anything from anyone. Because no one cared that Ruby was a demon, or more to the point, that Ruby was Ruby. No one knew what she had done, and he had somehow negotiated that to being a non-issue. Sam wasn’t there to find out and if Dean wanted to hang out with her—and on occasion more than hang out with her, of all people and not waste energy on hating her for things she can’t change, then he wouldn’t. That was just the way things could be.
Problem was, once Sam did show up, he should have stopped. He should have ended whatever semblance of a relationship they had because Sam was his brother and Sam mattered more than she did. And yeah, maybe he was a crappy brother for even going there with the girl who screwed his brother in the first place, but now he had a chance to fix it. To end it before Sam even had the chance to find out, to just pull the plug without causing anyone any extra anguish. The damage would be done, and Ruby might get pissed at him for it, but he needed to walk away. He should be walking away.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he just pushed forward harder and faster, if for no other reason than the fact that he could. He hadn’t even told her that Sam was there yet, and yeah, while that was going to get him in trouble, he, for some reason, couldn’t even say the words. Then again, he didn’t know what he was doing half the time, so why should this be any different.
He wasn’t stupid about it, though. He stayed away from her when Sam was around, didn’t bring her by when Sam was there, most of the time wound up crashing at Ruby’s as oppose to his own place. Given the nature of their relationships on both ends, Dean didn’t want to cause any more trouble than he had to. So he wasn’t going to rub it in his brother’s face that he was laying Ruby.
He pushed her up against the wall of her room, his hand sliding under her shirt as they fought for dominance, just as they usually did. Her nails scratched gently against the back of his neck and he groaned, melting into her just enough that she could use his own weight to spin them around and pin him to the wall, her fingers pulling at his shirt to try and get it over his head. He let her, leaning in to kiss her neck as he pulled her in again, letting his hands slide over the skin of her back, her shirt sliding up with his hands, but when he pulled back to take it off, all he could see was him shoving the knife into her gut, Sam standing behind her and holding her in place, and that turned him off real quick.
“Son of a bitch,” he muttered softly, his head dropping back against the wall as he moved one hand to rub his eyes lightly.
“Having technical difficulties, Dean?”
He could hear the sarcasm in her tone, and he wanted to smack it out of her, but he didn’t, just took a breath as he looked at her in the eye.
“There’s something I gotta tell you—”
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pushedtoedges. Ruby is sent_farfaraway and Sam is wentdwnthatroad. Creative Writing class prompt: Describe how you were caught, or not.]In the back of his mind, he knew that he wanted to.
He knew that he needed to be. He was sick of the secrets. It had been nice, for the first couple weeks before his brother had arrived, where he didn’t have to hide anything from anyone. Because no one cared that Ruby was a demon, or more to the point, that Ruby was Ruby. No one knew what she had done, and he had somehow negotiated that to being a non-issue. Sam wasn’t there to find out and if Dean wanted to hang out with her—and on occasion more than hang out with her, of all people and not waste energy on hating her for things she can’t change, then he wouldn’t. That was just the way things could be.
Problem was, once Sam did show up, he should have stopped. He should have ended whatever semblance of a relationship they had because Sam was his brother and Sam mattered more than she did. And yeah, maybe he was a crappy brother for even going there with the girl who screwed his brother in the first place, but now he had a chance to fix it. To end it before Sam even had the chance to find out, to just pull the plug without causing anyone any extra anguish. The damage would be done, and Ruby might get pissed at him for it, but he needed to walk away. He should be walking away.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he just pushed forward harder and faster, if for no other reason than the fact that he could. He hadn’t even told her that Sam was there yet, and yeah, while that was going to get him in trouble, he, for some reason, couldn’t even say the words. Then again, he didn’t know what he was doing half the time, so why should this be any different.
He wasn’t stupid about it, though. He stayed away from her when Sam was around, didn’t bring her by when Sam was there, most of the time wound up crashing at Ruby’s as oppose to his own place. Given the nature of their relationships on both ends, Dean didn’t want to cause any more trouble than he had to. So he wasn’t going to rub it in his brother’s face that he was laying Ruby.
He pushed her up against the wall of her room, his hand sliding under her shirt as they fought for dominance, just as they usually did. Her nails scratched gently against the back of his neck and he groaned, melting into her just enough that she could use his own weight to spin them around and pin him to the wall, her fingers pulling at his shirt to try and get it over his head. He let her, leaning in to kiss her neck as he pulled her in again, letting his hands slide over the skin of her back, her shirt sliding up with his hands, but when he pulled back to take it off, all he could see was him shoving the knife into her gut, Sam standing behind her and holding her in place, and that turned him off real quick.
“Son of a bitch,” he muttered softly, his head dropping back against the wall as he moved one hand to rub his eyes lightly.
“Having technical difficulties, Dean?”
He could hear the sarcasm in her tone, and he wanted to smack it out of her, but he didn’t, just took a breath as he looked at her in the eye.
“There’s something I gotta tell you—”
604 words