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Lucifer’s dead.
Micheal’s dead.
All should have been peachy-keen from then on out. But what the f-ck was I thinking. Our lives don’t work that way. I thought it would be a normal demon hunting trip. Back home, yes, but normal.
For us, anyway.
I wasn’t expecting to be greeted with the smiling face of my mother when all I wanted was a slice of pie.
She walked over to us, happy to see us. Grinning and giggling like a fool. Lying like she always has. Like she hadn’t handed us over to demons.
“Ruby! Jess! How are my girls?”
“Mom,” Jess asked “What are you doing here?”
“Well, I tried calling you--- nevermind that. How are you? You’ve seemed to have collected quite the group of lookers. Who’s got the third one? Or do you share? You could just give me the extra one.”
She winked at Wes.
She winked.
At Wes.
I tried to laugh, but it didn’t work. I grimaced. “So, how’s Dad? I hope you haven’t actually gone and cheated on him. Because you did hand us over to demons because you loved him so very much. I hope it was worth it.”
Mom’s face fell. Jess slapped me.
“Ruby,… I… didn’t—“
“Oh, don’t try to deny it. We went through all this sh-t, missing you, wishing we could talk to you about it. Turns out you’re the one who put us through it.”
Mom dropped the dish she was going to give the other man. She locked her jaw tight and said to me, “Ruby. Stay here. We’ll talk in a few moments.”
She closed the diner and took care of whoever was there. Jess and Wes kicked at me and whispered angrily. Apparently I didn’t handle the situation in the best of ways.
Customers gone at last, mom sets a basket of fries on the table and pulls up a chair. She kept sighing and looking at us.
“You do realize that we’ve both died. Multiple times. Because of that demon. Duemos. She possessed me and attacked Jess. I died, and she got Jess to sell her soul. Jess died and went to hell. Then I went to hell to stop Lucifer from taking over the world, but not after Jess died again. Because you made a deal that let her into our lives.”
“Dammit, Ruby. If I didn’t make that deal, you wouldn’t even exist! It takes two to make a baby, and I didn’t even think I’d have any kids when I made that. All I knew is that your father was dead. And apparently Jess made a deal to save you, so you’d think you’d understand.”
The four others all munched fries quietly and averted their eyes. Even Az, who normally doesn’t understand how to act in awkward situations.
“But then when you had kids, you just gave us up without a fight. Stayed out of the way so we could be raised by a demon and formed into perfect vessels to be used in the apocalypse.”
“Ruby. I couldn’t. Okay. Dad would be dead. And you would too. Letting a demon around you who kept other demons from killing you’s a lot better than having you be dead.”
I was about to reply with something snarky. Or just call her a b-tch. But Wes interrupted.
“Your voice sounds… really familiar.”
“Does it? What’s your name, hon?”
“His name’s Wes. Hartsell.” I huffed at her.
And then she squealed. “Wesley!? Honey, we’re just gonna forget all about that little comment I made earlier.” Thank god. She dug her wallet out of her pocket and pulled out a stack of photographs. She plucked out the picture of a little boy and set the other two aside. “I used to team up with your parents a lot. Sometimes, they’d leave you with me while they went hunting, and I’d watch you. You were cutest little thing.”
_______________________________
Wes was three years old when he first met Beth Winchester. He only knew her as Beth then, and he thought she was the greatest. She took him to see movies and to play at the park and she smelled really nice.
When Beth was around, he didn’t have to be alone, locked up in a motel room, while his parents went off to fight monsters.
He had himself a crush on her. A little three year old crush that he’d never even remember having.
He liked her hugs and holding her hand and would always tell her knock-knock jokes to try and make her laugh.
It was when she spent time with Wesley that Beth realized that she wanted kids, even though she knew what would happen to them.
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Wes pulled the picture away, embarrassed. But Mom just laughed and threatened to show everyone a picture his mother had sent her of him wearing nothing but warpaint as he chased down his first werewolf.
He shook it off by grabbing a picture of Jess.
“Wow, you used to actually be cute.” Jess stretched across the table and smacked him. As took the opportunity to stare at her a-ss. Not that he’d do that. But, yeah, he did do that. At least it was more of a longing, appreciative stare than a creepy lustful one. If Jeff was on the that side of the table, well, it’d be a whole different story.
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Jess sat crying in the corner when the babysitter, Christy, sat down beside her and rubbed her back.
“It’s not fair!” she whined, burying her face in Christy’s hair. “Why does Ruby get to go to Alice’s sleepover but not me?”
The babysitter held her at arm’s length, gazed and her seriously and said. “They like her more than you. You got grounded for coloring on the walls. They’ll tell you that’s why you can’t go. But if Ruby drew on the walls, they’d say it was a pretty picture. But they do still love you, and you love them.”
It started when she was very young, that “Christy” would tell her these things. That she wasn’t good enough and that everyone cared more for Ruby. It was all part of the plan, shaping the Winchester girls. The way to get one to make a deal was to make her think that she had to do it, because their parents liked the other better.
Ingenious.
They’d always go dress up and play fairy princesses after those interludes. She couldn’t be the mean babysitter after all.
______________________________
Jeff picked up my photo awkwardly. He didn’t really know any of us, so he couldn’t offer any reminiscence or snarky remark.
I said, “I’m glad you kept photos of us with you so that you’d be able to remember us if, when we were killed by demons.”
“Your hair is messy,” says Az.
___________________________
Ruby was in fifth grade then. Playing basketball with Dylan Hall. She thought he was so cute, but he didn’t like that she was beating him at horse.
She was a girl after all, and he wanted to impress her.
When Jess came and asked if she could join in, he called her a baby and pushed her aside, making her fall to the ground.
Ruby snapped and tackled him to the ground, screaming at him to take it back and apologize for hurting her baby sister. She wrapped her hands around his throat and squeezed.
Dylan’s mom run to their house screaming, and pried Ruby off of him.
Ruby wasn’t allowed to play with Dylan anymore.
Or most of the kids in the neighborhood.
Christy had sat down Ruby and Jess, as if preparing to chastise them, but she assured them Ruby had done what was right. “You two can only depend on each other,” she said, “You’ve got to protect each other. No matter what. There’s nothing more important than family.”
_______________________
“You know,” I said, “you weren’t even there for any of those pictures. You don’t know the stories behind them. Maybe if you did you wouldn’t carry those.”
I stood up and walked out of the diner, with Wes’ voice saying I controlled myself better than he’d expected being the last I heard there.
THE ROAD SO FAR: need to update
@the-clary-project
@anahelenaliveshere as our number one fan you have earned the privilege of being tagged in my stories! But we expect our fanart soon.
Lucifer’s dead.
Micheal’s dead.
All should have been peachy-keen from then on out. But what the f-ck was I thinking. Our lives don’t work that way. I thought it would be a normal demon hunting trip. Back home, yes, but normal.
For us, anyway.
I wasn’t expecting to be greeted with the smiling face of my mother when all I wanted was a slice of pie.
She walked over to us, happy to see us. Grinning and giggling like a fool. Lying like she always has. Like she hadn’t handed us over to demons.
“Ruby! Jess! How are my girls?”
“Mom,” Jess asked “What are you doing here?”
“Well, I tried calling you--- nevermind that. How are you? You’ve seemed to have collected quite the group of lookers. Who’s got the third one? Or do you share? You could just give me the extra one.”
She winked at Wes.
She winked.
At Wes.
I tried to laugh, but it didn’t work. I grimaced. “So, how’s Dad? I hope you haven’t actually gone and cheated on him. Because you did hand us over to demons because you loved him so very much. I hope it was worth it.”
Mom’s face fell. Jess slapped me.
“Ruby,… I… didn’t—“
“Oh, don’t try to deny it. We went through all this sh-t, missing you, wishing we could talk to you about it. Turns out you’re the one who put us through it.”
Mom dropped the dish she was going to give the other man. She locked her jaw tight and said to me, “Ruby. Stay here. We’ll talk in a few moments.”
She closed the diner and took care of whoever was there. Jess and Wes kicked at me and whispered angrily. Apparently I didn’t handle the situation in the best of ways.
Customers gone at last, mom sets a basket of fries on the table and pulls up a chair. She kept sighing and looking at us.
“You do realize that we’ve both died. Multiple times. Because of that demon. Duemos. She possessed me and attacked Jess. I died, and she got Jess to sell her soul. Jess died and went to hell. Then I went to hell to stop Lucifer from taking over the world, but not after Jess died again. Because you made a deal that let her into our lives.”
“Dammit, Ruby. If I didn’t make that deal, you wouldn’t even exist! It takes two to make a baby, and I didn’t even think I’d have any kids when I made that. All I knew is that your father was dead. And apparently Jess made a deal to save you, so you’d think you’d understand.”
The four others all munched fries quietly and averted their eyes. Even Az, who normally doesn’t understand how to act in awkward situations.
“But then when you had kids, you just gave us up without a fight. Stayed out of the way so we could be raised by a demon and formed into perfect vessels to be used in the apocalypse.”
“Ruby. I couldn’t. Okay. Dad would be dead. And you would too. Letting a demon around you who kept other demons from killing you’s a lot better than having you be dead.”
I was about to reply with something snarky. Or just call her a b-tch. But Wes interrupted.
“Your voice sounds… really familiar.”
“Does it? What’s your name, hon?”
“His name’s Wes. Hartsell.” I huffed at her.
And then she squealed. “Wesley!? Honey, we’re just gonna forget all about that little comment I made earlier.” Thank god. She dug her wallet out of her pocket and pulled out a stack of photographs. She plucked out the picture of a little boy and set the other two aside. “I used to team up with your parents a lot. Sometimes, they’d leave you with me while they went hunting, and I’d watch you. You were cutest little thing.”
_______________________________
Wes was three years old when he first met Beth Winchester. He only knew her as Beth then, and he thought she was the greatest. She took him to see movies and to play at the park and she smelled really nice.
When Beth was around, he didn’t have to be alone, locked up in a motel room, while his parents went off to fight monsters.
He had himself a crush on her. A little three year old crush that he’d never even remember having.
He liked her hugs and holding her hand and would always tell her knock-knock jokes to try and make her laugh.
It was when she spent time with Wesley that Beth realized that she wanted kids, even though she knew what would happen to them.
__________________________________
Wes pulled the picture away, embarrassed. But Mom just laughed and threatened to show everyone a picture his mother had sent her of him wearing nothing but warpaint as he chased down his first werewolf.
He shook it off by grabbing a picture of Jess.
“Wow, you used to actually be cute.” Jess stretched across the table and smacked him. As took the opportunity to stare at her a-ss. Not that he’d do that. But, yeah, he did do that. At least it was more of a longing, appreciative stare than a creepy lustful one. If Jeff was on the that side of the table, well, it’d be a whole different story.
____________________________
Jess sat crying in the corner when the babysitter, Christy, sat down beside her and rubbed her back.
“It’s not fair!” she whined, burying her face in Christy’s hair. “Why does Ruby get to go to Alice’s sleepover but not me?”
The babysitter held her at arm’s length, gazed and her seriously and said. “They like her more than you. You got grounded for coloring on the walls. They’ll tell you that’s why you can’t go. But if Ruby drew on the walls, they’d say it was a pretty picture. But they do still love you, and you love them.”
It started when she was very young, that “Christy” would tell her these things. That she wasn’t good enough and that everyone cared more for Ruby. It was all part of the plan, shaping the Winchester girls. The way to get one to make a deal was to make her think that she had to do it, because their parents liked the other better.
Ingenious.
They’d always go dress up and play fairy princesses after those interludes. She couldn’t be the mean babysitter after all.
______________________________
Jeff picked up my photo awkwardly. He didn’t really know any of us, so he couldn’t offer any reminiscence or snarky remark.
I said, “I’m glad you kept photos of us with you so that you’d be able to remember us if, when we were killed by demons.”
“Your hair is messy,” says Az.
___________________________
Ruby was in fifth grade then. Playing basketball with Dylan Hall. She thought he was so cute, but he didn’t like that she was beating him at horse.
She was a girl after all, and he wanted to impress her.
When Jess came and asked if she could join in, he called her a baby and pushed her aside, making her fall to the ground.
Ruby snapped and tackled him to the ground, screaming at him to take it back and apologize for hurting her baby sister. She wrapped her hands around his throat and squeezed.
Dylan’s mom run to their house screaming, and pried Ruby off of him.
Ruby wasn’t allowed to play with Dylan anymore.
Or most of the kids in the neighborhood.
Christy had sat down Ruby and Jess, as if preparing to chastise them, but she assured them Ruby had done what was right. “You two can only depend on each other,” she said, “You’ve got to protect each other. No matter what. There’s nothing more important than family.”
_______________________
“You know,” I said, “you weren’t even there for any of those pictures. You don’t know the stories behind them. Maybe if you did you wouldn’t carry those.”
I stood up and walked out of the diner, with Wes’ voice saying I controlled myself better than he’d expected being the last I heard there.
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