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Who: Ruby & Sam
What: Discussing being a Blood Donor
When: Sunday, early afternoon - after she found out Sylar's condition hadn't changed
Where: Their room
Rating: PG-13?

The dogs had miraculously reappeared that morning, just as everything else went back to normal. Ruby was woken up by a cold nose nudging her hand, and she got up to take them out while Sam slept. He was exhausted, and she could tell by how soundly he had slept. It'd been a while since they'd had a real hunt and a constant barrage of zombies and vampires was a lot of hunting.

Coming back into the room the dogs went to take a nap, and Ruby climbed back into bed beside Sam, curling into his side, and trying to go back to sleep. The spot she had been sleeping in was cold though, so she was trying to draw a lot more of the body heat from him, being that he was like a living heating pad.

"Are you awake?"

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Sam was dead to the world as far as everyone else was concerned. It had been a long thirty-six hours, and he hadn't slept this well in a long time. He wanted to make it last as long as possible, but when he felt her slide back into bed next to him, he started to stir a bit, shifting until he was sliding an arm over her waist.

"Mmmmm," he replied to her question, but not choosing to elaborate more than that.

Shutting her eyes she smiled against him, "I see."

Taking in a breath she shifted in against him a bit more, resting her head to his shoulder, "Not that I want to wake you up, but it seems the castle has taken away our zombie fest. We have dogs again, and a friend of mine is having some nasty side effects from this castle change."

Her hand flattened against his chest, drumming her fingers lightly against his skin, "He got bitten by one of those vampires, but hasn't changed back to himself yet."

At that, his face scrunched up slightly and he opened an eye to look at her, not sure what he was supposed to infer from that particular situation.

"So the castle put him on a vampire loss?"

Oh, hi there Sam and that look of confusion. Still adorable though Ruby thought, as she squinted to look at him and let him come into focus, "I think so. He was feeding on a friend of his, but she wasn't going to last another turn. I didn't want to but it was either me or some random stranger."

Shifting a bit she lifted up her forearm, showing him the slice that was pretty much almost healed up except a thin pale line of pink against her skin, "I let him, and I was going to tell you, but we got sort of," Ruby smirked at him, "distracted last night."

He smirked back at her, shifting so that he was looking at her more as his thumb came up to brush against the line of skin. "Do you think he's gonna hurt anybody?"

Shrugging a shoulder up she exhaled, "I don't know. Maybe? Probably not? He's got too many people that would get ticked at him if he lost it. I told him I'd help, but I didn't want to do it if you didn't want me to. I know how you feel about this sort of thing. You know how I feel about it too, but I don't want him to hurt someone."

Shifts to brush a kiss to his shoulder, "It's not my first choice, but I can survive it. I can heal quickly too, unlike most of the others here."

Sam thought about it for a minute, before shrugging slightly. It made sense, and it was only a loss, so it wouldn't be all that big a deal. At least not to him. "No, that makes sense. Rather than risk him going off to hurt some other people."

Nodding she propped herself up on her elbow a bit, leaning over him, her fingers playing with his hair, brushing it away from his forehead a bit, before leaning over to press a kiss to it.

Exhaling she settled against his chest again, her finger tracing light circles across his skin, marking out summoning spells she knew would never work, writing out Latin by memory. After a moment she shifted up again to look at him, with a deep amount of sincerity in her eyes, "I know how lucky I am, you know."

He shifted as she moved against him so that he was resting on his back more, sliding his arms around her waist. "Lucky, huh? Even with the castle turning me into a giant dick every two weeks?"

Her brow furrowed up slightly, knit with concern, "Hey, this place messes with people. We manage through all of it, I figure that counts."

Shrugging her shoulder a bit she exhaled, "It counts to me at least."

He nodded a bit as he looked back at her, brushing a hand against the side of her face lightly. "Counts for me too."

A slight smile crept up on her features for a moment before she slid back down beside him, curling into his side, clinging to that warmth of him. Her hand lazed against his chest, settling on the other side of him, her forearm stretched across him.

"Dean still alive?" Ruby figured she could at least make sure he hadn't lost a limb, or his head.

"Yup," he said with a nod as he slid his arm around her, just settling in so that she was close. He was quiet for a minute, before smirking a bit. "He said he owes you an apology, actually."

"Dean's going to apologize to me? This probably is going to bite me in the ass later, you know." There weren't too many things that she figured earned her an apology from Dean Winchester, and even if it seemed he was on the slow train back home, she wasn't going to really feel at ease until Dean knew the whole big ugly truth.

Then if he wanted to apologize, well she'd laugh at him. Nicely, but still laugh at him.

"He's going to find out the truth, and then we're going to be really fucked."

"I know," he said, his eyes dropping away from her slightly, but this time it just wasn't her secret he was keeping -- it was both of their's. "I just -- I can't tell him what happened, Ruby. Not yet."

At the core of it, she knew Sam would never actually walk up to his brother and say 'We need to talk.', and then spill it all out there. Despite how cathartic that might sound.

Her hand pressed a bit against his side, reassuring him with an attempt at a hug, "I know. I'm just worried for you."

"I know you are," he said, turning his head and pressing a kiss ot the top of her head. "But we'll work it out. Some things -- Dean needs to live through on his own, I think."

She nodded against him for a moment, she understood what he meant, but there was also going to be that odd bit of curiosity, wondering if they just told him a bit of it first, if he'd handle it better on the way back.

Shifting more atop half of his chest, she perched against him, her elbow resting on him, as she looked down, smirking, "You got to kill zombies."

"I did," he grinned back at her. "It was fun."

Grinning back at him she leaned down and kissed him, before settling back on his chest, "Now I think I need a nap, or sleep, or to be unconscious for a day or two."

"Start with a nap and see how we do?" he said, raising an eyebrow as he rubbed her back lightly.

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