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hysteriaTitle: War has No Fury, Like a Woman Ignored
Author:hysteria
Rating: R
Pairing: Sam/Ruby
Word Count: 1,578
Warnings: Blood Play, Knife Play, Orgasm Denial, Angst, Violence, Pre-Lazarus Rising-- but still spoilers for S4 (No sex though…)
Summary: He wasn‘t angry enough, wasn‘t strong enough, wasn‘t smart enough, just wasn‘t enough.
A/N: Part III of the War!Verse-- Sequel to I Saw the Fire, I Figured You'd Be There, Un-beta'd.
Disclaimer: Title from the song ‘Kill the Music’ - Every Time I Die, also do not own Supernatural.
“You can’t get Dean back.”
“I know that.”
“You’re not acting like it, Sammy.”
“Don’t call me Sammy.”
“You didn’t seem to mind last night.” she smiled, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, whatever.”
“You’re just like him, Sammy. Your big brother, all self-righteous and whiny, I thought you wanted to get back at Lilith, not cry on my shoulder.”
“Fuck you.”
“Aw, you didn’t get enough last night? You look awful worn out.”
“We hunted demons all week Ruby, I’ve barely slept. Give me a break.”
The fist that connected with his cheek shouldn’t have been a surprise but he still couldn’t stop the shock from appearing in his eyes. “What the--” the second one was aimed lower, the ribs; and he should’ve been able to block it, but he was so tired. He winced as his back fell into the wall cradling his bruising ribs with an arm.
“You’re becoming such a little bitch there, Sammy. “
“You fucking cold-cocked me.”
“I barely hit you,” she sighed leaning down towards his crumpled figure, “this is getting real old, real fast.”
“What, kicking me while I’m down?” he snorted.
This time she out-right laughed, “While you’re down?” she grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her, “You’re always down these days, Sammy. Can’t even stop a little girl, you’re brother is probably rolling over in his grave--” she stopped, “well, maybe he’s rolling over in hell; seeing as that’s where he is. But you know unless the rules have changed he’s probably strung up by some meat hooks so rolling isn’t really--”
The boot that pushed into her chest was warm and welcome, and he watched in horror as her head slammed into the nightstand. “Shit, I didn’t mean to..” he moved to stand over her, looking at the small bit of blood smearing onto her forehead.
She sighed again, “And just when I thought we were getting somewhere.” she swung her leg and knocked his out from under him. Straddling his chest and trapping his arms, “Quit being so fucking sorry!” she reared her fist back and let it fall back as hard as she could, “Dean’s not coming back, acting like a hurt little puppy isn’t changing that; quit being so fucking sad and get angry!” Sam rolled them and ended up on top, if only for a second before she tripped him back out and swung again, “Lilith bought your brothers soul, like fucking cattle, and all you’re willing to do for him is curl up in a ball and die? Here I thought you loved Dean.”
This time when Sam was able to get back in control he didn’t hold back, the first punch hit her jaw, the second near her throat; “I did everything I could! I’m doing everything I can!” Sam didn’t realize she wasn’t fighting back until he felt the pain in his knuckles from hitting so hard, “I tried--”, it was almost a sob, “tried so hard not to lose him, not to let her have him.”
Her tongue snaked out and licked the blood off the corner of her lips, “Lying will get you everywhere, Sammy.”
“M’not, not lying. I didn’t want Dean to go.”
“That’s not what it looked like to me, you were awful resistant to the only way that could’ve saved him,” she caressed his bruised cheek, “you gave up.”
“I didn’t--”
“You did. I gave you the only guaranteed way to save your poor brothers soul, and you shoved it back in my face.”
“He wouldn’t have wanted me to do it.”
She snorted, thumb pressing roughly into the bruised flesh, “Well trust me on this, hell fucking sucks. I’m sure once he realized there was no alternative he would’ve been all open to suggestions. But no, good old reliable Sam has to follow his brother’s order to the T, like a fucking dog.” shoving his face away she leaned up to whisper in his ear, “You let him die.”
She pressed a kiss to his lips before he could speak, all teeth and tongue mixing with her spilled blood; when he tired to move his head back she fisted her fingers into his hair holding him still. She pulled back taking a deep breath, “But you don’t have to let him suffer, if you let me help you-- we can find Lilith and kill her. Make her let Dean out of hell.”
“She’s too strong.”
“No. You’re just not strong enough. But you can be, I can make you strong enough Sammy.” she smiled laying back on the floor, “All you have to do…is let me help.”
He laughed this time trying and failing at pulling himself up, “You mean all I gotta do is suck on some demon blood, and become everything yellow-eyes wanted me to be.”
“No, that’s where the not being such a weak fuck comes in Sammy. Control it, control your ability-- your gift and you won’t do anything you don’t want.”
“Until the demon blood controls me.”
Sighing she forced her legs around his waist before rolling on top of him, “You’re stronger than you think Samuel.” he didn’t move to answer , “Just let me show you, and you’ll see. You’ll be strong enough to avenge your brother, to save the world.”
“Save the world? What am I Superman?”
She grinned, “Without the tights and the glasses, but more or less maybe so. You can do it Sam, all you have to do is try.”
His eyes closed briefly before looking back up at Ruby’s bruised and bleeding face, “I want to try. I want Dean to know I tried.”
Leaning down she pressed her cheek to his, “You can try as much as you want, Sammy.” stoking her fingers against her temple she brought the drying blood to her lips, rubbing back and forth before moving her lips to his, “Just try.”
His hands encompassed her face brining her down to him, lips tangling with his tongue; the faint tang of blood mingling with saliva. Her hand slipped past his thigh and down to his chunky shoes where he hid a small pocket knife, she lifted up her hands and helped him pull of her shirt before unclasping her bra. She didn’t miss the faint smile cross his lips when she rolled him to the top, she opened the knife in her hand sliding it across the top of her chest; her eyes fluttering open and closed as the blood welled to the top. “You can have it Sammy, you can save him.”
“Wanna save him…” he whispered as his lips descended on her skin, his tongue lightly grazing the wound savoring the sharp taste and the hiss that fell from her mouth. The suction didn’t start until she gripped her hand at the back of his neck, holding him tightly to her, she moaned as his mouth moved across the cut; not missing a drop.
“Feels good doesn’t it?” she wiggled underneath him, not surprised to find his erection grinding against her thigh, “Makes you feel stronger.” He nodded into her collar bone releasing her skin from his mouth breathing heavily, his hand snaking down to palm himself though his jeans. “Not yet.” she caught his wrist with her free hand, she smiled when he looked up at her; “We’re not finished yet, Sammy” she twirled the small knife between her fingers before passing it to him.
He stared at it for a long moment before looking back down at her, groaning as her small hands began shoving his pants down, “Not yet, not yet.” she whisper, her eyes half lidded and cloudy.
He brought the blade to her neck, running it up until the blade caught the edge of her chin, before dragging it back down to the base of her neck. “Not yet,” he leaned down and gave a tentative lick before kissing up the length of the wound, blood smearing onto his cracked lips. He shuddered into her skin when her hand gripped his erection underneath this boxers, afraid he was going to come just from the skin on skin contact.
“Hold it for me Sam, hold it for us.” one hand rubbing against his neck and the other on his straining cock, he couldn’t tell if she meant for herself and Dean, or for the both of them; in that moment-- not that it mattered. He kept his face against the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of another woman’s shampoo and her quickly drying blood, “Finish it Sam.” she let her hand fall up and down his cock roughly, she felt his teeth dig into her cut, drawing out more blood before he reared back in what was a mix between a scream and moan coating her hand and his inner thighs.
She withdrew her hand, running it across his back, leaving a trail of his cum. She let him lay against her, breathing hard as he came down from his high, “Guess you needed that, Sam.”
He nodded into her chest, “Yeah,” voice still hoarse from his orgasm; “Thank you.”
She laughed, “You don’t need to thank me, Sammy. You just need to trust me, I’m here.” her hand moved to his hair, pulling him up for a kiss; “and I can help, if you let me.” their lips grazed one another before Sam’s head fell back onto her body.
He shut his eyes, “I want to win.”
Author:
hysteriaRating: R
Pairing: Sam/Ruby
Word Count: 1,578
Warnings: Blood Play, Knife Play, Orgasm Denial, Angst, Violence, Pre-Lazarus Rising-- but still spoilers for S4 (No sex though…)
Summary: He wasn‘t angry enough, wasn‘t strong enough, wasn‘t smart enough, just wasn‘t enough.
A/N: Part III of the War!Verse-- Sequel to I Saw the Fire, I Figured You'd Be There, Un-beta'd.
Disclaimer: Title from the song ‘Kill the Music’ - Every Time I Die, also do not own Supernatural.
“You can’t get Dean back.”
“I know that.”
“You’re not acting like it, Sammy.”
“Don’t call me Sammy.”
“You didn’t seem to mind last night.” she smiled, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, whatever.”
“You’re just like him, Sammy. Your big brother, all self-righteous and whiny, I thought you wanted to get back at Lilith, not cry on my shoulder.”
“Fuck you.”
“Aw, you didn’t get enough last night? You look awful worn out.”
“We hunted demons all week Ruby, I’ve barely slept. Give me a break.”
The fist that connected with his cheek shouldn’t have been a surprise but he still couldn’t stop the shock from appearing in his eyes. “What the--” the second one was aimed lower, the ribs; and he should’ve been able to block it, but he was so tired. He winced as his back fell into the wall cradling his bruising ribs with an arm.
“You’re becoming such a little bitch there, Sammy. “
“You fucking cold-cocked me.”
“I barely hit you,” she sighed leaning down towards his crumpled figure, “this is getting real old, real fast.”
“What, kicking me while I’m down?” he snorted.
This time she out-right laughed, “While you’re down?” she grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her, “You’re always down these days, Sammy. Can’t even stop a little girl, you’re brother is probably rolling over in his grave--” she stopped, “well, maybe he’s rolling over in hell; seeing as that’s where he is. But you know unless the rules have changed he’s probably strung up by some meat hooks so rolling isn’t really--”
The boot that pushed into her chest was warm and welcome, and he watched in horror as her head slammed into the nightstand. “Shit, I didn’t mean to..” he moved to stand over her, looking at the small bit of blood smearing onto her forehead.
She sighed again, “And just when I thought we were getting somewhere.” she swung her leg and knocked his out from under him. Straddling his chest and trapping his arms, “Quit being so fucking sorry!” she reared her fist back and let it fall back as hard as she could, “Dean’s not coming back, acting like a hurt little puppy isn’t changing that; quit being so fucking sad and get angry!” Sam rolled them and ended up on top, if only for a second before she tripped him back out and swung again, “Lilith bought your brothers soul, like fucking cattle, and all you’re willing to do for him is curl up in a ball and die? Here I thought you loved Dean.”
This time when Sam was able to get back in control he didn’t hold back, the first punch hit her jaw, the second near her throat; “I did everything I could! I’m doing everything I can!” Sam didn’t realize she wasn’t fighting back until he felt the pain in his knuckles from hitting so hard, “I tried--”, it was almost a sob, “tried so hard not to lose him, not to let her have him.”
Her tongue snaked out and licked the blood off the corner of her lips, “Lying will get you everywhere, Sammy.”
“M’not, not lying. I didn’t want Dean to go.”
“That’s not what it looked like to me, you were awful resistant to the only way that could’ve saved him,” she caressed his bruised cheek, “you gave up.”
“I didn’t--”
“You did. I gave you the only guaranteed way to save your poor brothers soul, and you shoved it back in my face.”
“He wouldn’t have wanted me to do it.”
She snorted, thumb pressing roughly into the bruised flesh, “Well trust me on this, hell fucking sucks. I’m sure once he realized there was no alternative he would’ve been all open to suggestions. But no, good old reliable Sam has to follow his brother’s order to the T, like a fucking dog.” shoving his face away she leaned up to whisper in his ear, “You let him die.”
She pressed a kiss to his lips before he could speak, all teeth and tongue mixing with her spilled blood; when he tired to move his head back she fisted her fingers into his hair holding him still. She pulled back taking a deep breath, “But you don’t have to let him suffer, if you let me help you-- we can find Lilith and kill her. Make her let Dean out of hell.”
“She’s too strong.”
“No. You’re just not strong enough. But you can be, I can make you strong enough Sammy.” she smiled laying back on the floor, “All you have to do…is let me help.”
He laughed this time trying and failing at pulling himself up, “You mean all I gotta do is suck on some demon blood, and become everything yellow-eyes wanted me to be.”
“No, that’s where the not being such a weak fuck comes in Sammy. Control it, control your ability-- your gift and you won’t do anything you don’t want.”
“Until the demon blood controls me.”
Sighing she forced her legs around his waist before rolling on top of him, “You’re stronger than you think Samuel.” he didn’t move to answer , “Just let me show you, and you’ll see. You’ll be strong enough to avenge your brother, to save the world.”
“Save the world? What am I Superman?”
She grinned, “Without the tights and the glasses, but more or less maybe so. You can do it Sam, all you have to do is try.”
His eyes closed briefly before looking back up at Ruby’s bruised and bleeding face, “I want to try. I want Dean to know I tried.”
Leaning down she pressed her cheek to his, “You can try as much as you want, Sammy.” stoking her fingers against her temple she brought the drying blood to her lips, rubbing back and forth before moving her lips to his, “Just try.”
His hands encompassed her face brining her down to him, lips tangling with his tongue; the faint tang of blood mingling with saliva. Her hand slipped past his thigh and down to his chunky shoes where he hid a small pocket knife, she lifted up her hands and helped him pull of her shirt before unclasping her bra. She didn’t miss the faint smile cross his lips when she rolled him to the top, she opened the knife in her hand sliding it across the top of her chest; her eyes fluttering open and closed as the blood welled to the top. “You can have it Sammy, you can save him.”
“Wanna save him…” he whispered as his lips descended on her skin, his tongue lightly grazing the wound savoring the sharp taste and the hiss that fell from her mouth. The suction didn’t start until she gripped her hand at the back of his neck, holding him tightly to her, she moaned as his mouth moved across the cut; not missing a drop.
“Feels good doesn’t it?” she wiggled underneath him, not surprised to find his erection grinding against her thigh, “Makes you feel stronger.” He nodded into her collar bone releasing her skin from his mouth breathing heavily, his hand snaking down to palm himself though his jeans. “Not yet.” she caught his wrist with her free hand, she smiled when he looked up at her; “We’re not finished yet, Sammy” she twirled the small knife between her fingers before passing it to him.
He stared at it for a long moment before looking back down at her, groaning as her small hands began shoving his pants down, “Not yet, not yet.” she whisper, her eyes half lidded and cloudy.
He brought the blade to her neck, running it up until the blade caught the edge of her chin, before dragging it back down to the base of her neck. “Not yet,” he leaned down and gave a tentative lick before kissing up the length of the wound, blood smearing onto his cracked lips. He shuddered into her skin when her hand gripped his erection underneath this boxers, afraid he was going to come just from the skin on skin contact.
“Hold it for me Sam, hold it for us.” one hand rubbing against his neck and the other on his straining cock, he couldn’t tell if she meant for herself and Dean, or for the both of them; in that moment-- not that it mattered. He kept his face against the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of another woman’s shampoo and her quickly drying blood, “Finish it Sam.” she let her hand fall up and down his cock roughly, she felt his teeth dig into her cut, drawing out more blood before he reared back in what was a mix between a scream and moan coating her hand and his inner thighs.
She withdrew her hand, running it across his back, leaving a trail of his cum. She let him lay against her, breathing hard as he came down from his high, “Guess you needed that, Sam.”
He nodded into her chest, “Yeah,” voice still hoarse from his orgasm; “Thank you.”
She laughed, “You don’t need to thank me, Sammy. You just need to trust me, I’m here.” her hand moved to his hair, pulling him up for a kiss; “and I can help, if you let me.” their lips grazed one another before Sam’s head fell back onto her body.
He shut his eyes, “I want to win.”
