bloodinmyear | the moment of truth in your lies

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the moment of truth in your lies :: for hasperkynipples

When it became obvious that what she and Dean had was—whatever the hell it was—Ruby decided to get to know her new hometown and the woman the Winchesters found themselves entangled with a little bit better. She knew this town was crawling with weird; what she didn't realize was where all the weird was coming from. She'd heard the stories, sure, but once she started digging? Well, Smallville just kept getting more and more interesting.

Eventually she found herself wondering labs and looking through files, searching for anything she might be able to use, or maybe sell for a little extra cash. These people had put these meteors to good use, especially when it came to Luthorcorp. Her landlady would probably have her head if she caught her poking around, but she could live with that. There were worse things, much worse.

Little did she know that "much worse" was going home with her tonight.

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When Dean started spending more time at Ruby's than he was at Lana's, he should have known he was in trouble. When you're spending more time with a demon than you are the mother of your own child, regardless of whether or not she's doing the nasty with your brother, there's a bit of a problem there.

It doesn't mean he doesn't spend time with Joey. He spends plenty of time with his kid. He just spends a lot of time doing ... whatever it was he did with Ruby too.

Which is why he's currently sitting in the middle of Ruby's living room, waiting for her to get home. He doesn't know where she is, but he's bored, and possibly going through her stuff. Or just idly poking -- who really knows?

Ruby wasn't too long, a small bag draped across her with a few things she'd swiped on her scavenger hunt. If he asked, she'd tell him she needed to stock up on witch supplies.

Or feminine products.

Regardless of his poking or what she was carrying, she was glad to see him, whether it seemed like it or not.

"I keep the porn under the sink. Just so you know."

He stood up from what he was looking at, and turned to face her with an eyebrow raised, and an impressed smirk. "Good to know."

After that, he came out from behind the counter and looked over at her. "Where ya been?"

"Stealing from dead billionaires."

...wow, that really wasn't what she meant to say. Maybe if she busied herself with stashing her loot in the bedroom closet he would think it was just some witty retort and brush it off. Not that she cared what he thought about her activities; it was just none of his business.

"Good times," he laughed. "Not like they're gonna miss it."

He went about fixing himself another cup of coffee, before moving to plop down on her couch. "Did you find anything good?"

She came back to take the place beside him, curling her legs up onto the cushion in order to face him comfortably. She wanted to talk paintings or antiques Luthor might have, had were that what she'd been searching for.

That wasn't what happened.

"Tons, but I only brought back a few things. You wouldn't believe the things you can do with those meteors that fell here." She took the coffee from him and drank to keep more words from seemingly falling out of her mouth.

He could get more.

Dean raised an eyebrow. This was ... surprisingly forthcoming of her. In a not-so-good way.

"Meteor rocks. Really." He knew that meteor rocks did freaky things to people, but the extent of them he wasn't sure. Hearing this? Was bringing up a lot of questions. Especially considering that it was a demon who was looking into them. "What'd you find?"

As soon as she swallowed, the words started flowing again. "Just a few disks to browse through and a vial of this healing serum. Not really something I can use, but I'm sure I can get something for it." She paused, blinking a few times. "And I really don't know why I'm telling you all this."

He nodded slowly for a moment, before moving to sit across from her. "It's like you took some kind of ipecac that's making you word vomit."

Dean Winchester, king of the analogy.

His analogy might actually be amusing if she wasn't starting to panic.

"Well. I guess I can skip the demon testing of all future meteor products."

"You think it's the rocks making you do this?"

"It's what I'd bet my money on. It's happened to someone before, or something like it. Chloe something."

"Sullivan?" The only reason he knows that is because he actually pays attention when Lana talks. True story.

Good for him. Ruby hears the woman's name enough that she really doesn't want to take the time.

She nodded. "Yeah, only it was the other way around. All she had to do was ask and people would cough up their most guarded secrets. How did you know?"

"She's Lana's best friend," Dean shrugged. "Apparently this kind of thing happens a lot around here."

Yeah, yeah. Lana, Lana, Lana. On to the real issue. "Dean, what am I gonna do? I can't go out like this. I could tell anybody anything."

"So ... stay in till that shit wears off?" he suggested with a shrug. "I'll stay, if you want."

"What if it doesn't wear off? What if it does but it takes too long? I'm not staying here for free anymore, ya know. If I can't work--and I use that term loosely--I get kicked out. Where would I stay? And no offense, but I don't wanna be cooped up with you forever. Other people exist in this town. There's a woman down the road who lets me have some of her canned fruit if I help her do it. People don't do that shit anymore, Dean, not the way they used to." A beat as she averts her gaze. "Oh god. I'm the Anya Jenkins of Smallville."

"Relax. I'm pretty sure that this is gonna wear off. For things to stick they usually take prolonged exposure."

"And I've been living here for how long?" She sighed and gave him back his coffee. "I need a real drink." Which lead her off the couch in search of one.

"I don't know. I'm trying to look on the friggin' bright side here."

As soon as she has her bottle of scotch, she takes a step or two to get something to pour it into before she decides to screw that and just drink straight from the bottle.

"Easy to do when you're not the one blurting out your innermost thoughts and feelings."

"Damnit, Ruby." He pinched the bridge of his nose, before looking up at her again. "Do you want me to leave?"

"I never want you to leave," she said in a frustrated tone before looking down with an expression of equal amounts sour and embarrassed.

Dean's eyebrows went up for a moment at that, but he couldn't stop the slow smirk that slid across his face. "Never?"

Ruby pressed her lips tightly together, trying to fight off whatever it was in her system. She knew what was going to come out and it was the last thing she wanted him to know.

"No. I've never loved anyone the way I love you, and every time you leave I'm afraid you won't come back."

As soon as she'd said it, she turned away from him, not able to face him anymore, even if she was looking at the floor.

She didn't just say that.

She really didn't just say that.

Dean just stared at her, stunned. There were words that needed to go with that, but he couldn't bring himself to say them. It wasn't that he didn't feel the same way. He did, or at least thought he did. He's never actually felt this way about someone before -- and because life loved to bite him in the ass, it had to be a demon.

But it wasn't all bad. And it was actually kind of nice.

... But that still meant he didn't have any idea as to what to say.

She didn't have to see him to know he was staring. She could feel it. She didn't know if it was better or worse than what she'd expected, or what it was she was expecting in the first place. At least he wasn't laughing, or leaving like she was still convinced he would someday. The funny thing was, as afraid as she was of that, in the moment, she was the one who wanted to run.

Too bad there was really nowhere to run to. She'd end up right back where she started.

Then the anger started to build--anger at him for making her feel like this, anger at herself for feeling anything for him at all, and anger at the green fucking space rocks forcing her to act like a dumbass teenage girl.

Ruby lifted the bottle and took a drink, long enough to worry anyone who didn't know she wasn't human. It was the only thing she could think to do.

"I ... "

Well, this is going great so far. " ... fuck." He buried his face in his hands. Yeah. Dean's not going to be useful as of yet. Give him a couple more minutes.

"Do you know how screwed up this is?" Or maybe not. "We're not supposed to have to talk about all this feelings shit."

Ruby shook her head as she started to pace. "That's not even the worst part. There shouldn't even be feelings to talk about! You're a hunter, and not just any hunter. You're a Winchester, and I'm a demon, and a damn good one no matter what those bastards in management say. I mean, any shlub can maim and torture, but deception takes real skill. Not flat out lying, picking and choosing just the right words and holding back just the right things, which I can do without thinking when I'm not busy being a meteor freak!"

To answer your question: yes, Dean, she knows how screwed up it is. Now please interrupt her so she doesn't go any deeper into her rant and throw her bottle of booze across the room.

There were things that Dean was picking up that weren't making him a happy camper. "Deception, huh?"

At the end of the day, Dean Winchester was a bastard. He knew it, and everyone else did too. There was something about the way she was rambling that indicated there was something big at the end of that ramble, and he was inclined to let her continue. In fact, he might even ask her a direct question to keep her going. "And who were you trying to decieve exactly?"

There were things she hadn't told him, mostly about his family and the plans that Azazel had laid out before he'd ever been born, but she'd gotten off that track a long time ago. If he was hoping to get any of that out of her, he was asking the wrong question; none of that had even come to mind.

What he was getting was the only thing she'd been actively hiding from him.

Ruby paused her pacing, turning toward him but avoiding direct eye contact. "Well, I was hoping to stay miles away from 'I love you,' but look how that turned out." She followed that with another long drink from the bottle.

There was more than that, and he could feel it, but pushing right now wasn't going to get him anywhere. Right now, he just had to deal with what was being said, and that was ... still too much for him to deal with.

Too bad for Dean. His silence was really starting to annoy her.

"Would you say something?! Tell me to shut up, change the subject, call me a black-eyed skank, I don't care! Just--talk. This is almost worse than you laughing in my face, almost, but not quite."

"It's not that simple," he snapped back, giving her a glare. "You know that. I can't just ... admit things to you."

"So there's something to admit?"

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He took a breath, his eyes dropping to the floor again as he ran a hand over his face. "Yeah. Maybe there is."

Ruby looked down at the bottle for a second. Did she really want to push?

No. No, she didn't.

She turned her eyes back to him and held the bottle out for him to take if he wanted. At this point, he probably needed it more than she did.

Oh, he definitely needed that. He took the bottle for her and took a long swig, wincing a bit as the burn goes down.

"Better?"

"Yeah, little bit."

She nodded, averting her gaze a bit.

"Listen...you don't have to stay."

"Well, there's a trap if I ever heard one."

Ruby looked back at him, incredulous and a little pissed off.

"I just gave you an easy out. Take it or leave it."

With that she turned to walk away, fully intending to get ready for bed and letting this day be over.

Dean pursed his lips for a moment before ... taking that out. He didn't know what else to do. He had a lot of information to process and he couldn't do it with her in berating distance. He got up, grabbed his coat, and made his way towards the door.

She didn't bother stopping him. She was about as ready to deal with this as he was, especially when she had no control over her mouth. If he really meant what he said, he'd be back eventually.

For now she was stripping down to her panties and going to sleep--or laying there trying to decide if she just made a big mistake.

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