Tell me, what makes you so special.

[Set in the Sam/99 verse. Delilah = makinhstryasido, Ruby = ilove_atallman, Alastair is an NPC. Set after THIS and THIS.]

“The question should be, is it worth trying to do, not can it be done.”

By the time Ruby got back from whatever she was doing, Delilah was gone. God, had he missed that kid. He didn’t realize it until she practically tackled him after the fight but she was just so—hopeful. She was a dose of optimism and happiness that he so sorely needed, and now things were starting to feel a little bit better. He had needed someone to look on the bright side for him for a while. That usually wasn’t a quality instilled in most hunters, and how the hell she managed to hold onto it, he didn’t know, but that was just what the doctor ordered.

Ruby, however, was bringing the mood down with the look on her face when she walked in the door, and he wasn’t sure if that was because she didn’t get what she wanted, or she didn’t get it the way she wanted to. Either way, Ruby was a mood killer, and she just scanned the room for a moment, before looking back at him. “Where’s the kid?”

“Headed out—friend called her about another job about fifty miles from here,” Dean said with a sigh, moving over to push the empty pizza box to the side and pick up his beer. He folded himself into the chair next to the table, looking Ruby over for a moment, before speaking up again. “Find what you were looking for?”

“Yup,” Ruby replied, moving over to her bags and stashing something away. She didn’t have much, but she was picking up stuff as they went, so she needed somewhere to keep it.

“Do I want to know what it was?”

“Nope.”

“Do I want to know how you got it?”

“Nope.”

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