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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-10-26 08:03 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-10-26 08:03 pm
Sam/Ruby - So Last Season
I did see last night's SPN, and I loved it. I just want to watch it again before I post my thoughts, because I want to digest it some more, and I haven't had a chance to yet. But I did write Ruby!fic. (*headdesk*)
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: So Last Season
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Rating: PG-13/FRT
Characters: Ruby, mentions of Sam Winchester, implied Sam/Ruby.
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15pairings Prompt: 11. Mind Games
Content Warning: Spoilers for all episodes aired so far in season three, especially if you don't know who Ruby is.
Summary: Sam always did like blonds.
Author's Note: This is a bit of my personal theory on who Ruby is and what she's trying to do. This is most likely not the case, but this is what she sat in my head and told me to write, so--I did. There are no spoilers past 304, but there are spoilers for 304.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernautral. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
Sam always did like blonds.
It was the dichotomy she always found most interesting between the two brothers. Dean had a thing for brunettes—dark, mysterious, maybe even dirty, while Sam’s eye was always caught by a flash of blond—clean, pure and pretty. There were exceptions, as there were to every rule—Sarah and Madison, for example—but otherwise Sam was pretty predictable. It was why she chose this body to begin with. Because no matter how repulsed Sam was by who or what she was, he wouldn’t be able to look away. Pretty and blond. Clean and pure.
It had been a given from the beginning that winning over Sam was going to involve some mind games. She was already at a disadvantage because she was in the body of someone he didn’t know, but there wasn’t anyone close to him that she could readily possess that could sway him into her side. This was why keeping Jessica around might have been a good idea. Azazel didn’t think, didn’t realize the potential that the young coed could have had if they were going to take a more subtle approach. Maybe if he had, he wouldn’t have burned her to a crisp. She would have possessed Jessica if she had had the chance, and Sam would be theirs already. Hell, she would have possessed Jessica’s corpse, if there was one that was suitable enough for possession. In fact, the idea of that made her smile. What better way to break the so-called Boy King than with visions of his late girlfriend’s body, all broken and bloody, hearing her scream his name, begging him to save her from the agony she was in—the girl he could have saved, should have saved. That would be the thing to push him over the edge, emotionally breaking him and his sanity into a million tiny pieces.
True, Sam would be insane, but an insane king was better than no king at all. And Ruby had always relished in breaking people mentally. Break them physically, and they can still defy you with their thoughts and emotions. Break them mentally, and they become a prisoner within themselves, powerless to stop you, and sometimes more powerful than you could possibly imagine. That was how things would go down with Sam. If she had a corpse. Which she didn’t. So now she was stuck in this body and having to do things the hard way.
Not that she was—all that opposed to the way she had to do things. Seduction was more fun, and if she played her cards right, it could wind up being mutually beneficial to both parties. She wasn’t just playing with sexuality, either. She had sexuality, power, and control, and it was a tricky balance to swing, but she could feel him slowly slipping over to her side. It was the way he followed her when she moved. The way his eyes slid up her thighs when she sat up on at table, or the way they lingered a millisecond too long on a part of her anatomy they shouldn’t, or held that brief hopeful glimmer whenever she threw Dean onto the table. She had him. Now all she had to do was reel him in.
However, the downside is that seduction took far more time, because with seduction, she had to build trust. Get him comfortable with her. Dangle the bait in such a way that she seemed like she was on his side, when really she was just luring him onto hers. It involved playing nice with people like Dean and Bobby, who she’d sooner snap their necks than shake their hands, and helping them do things like fix that piece of shit Colt, all so that she could further convince them that she was going to help them try to win the big battle. It was a mini-covert war, one the other side didn’t know it was involved in, but there were casualties on both ends. So far, the only casualties had been on her side, but demons were expendable in the path to getting what she—what they, rather—had always wanted. Besides, that Lucifer spewing, philosophy chatting bitch had to go anyway. Demons like her gave their kind a bad name. And there would be time to correct the casualties later.
All that mattered now was getting Sam to choose a side—preferably hers. She never understood what Azazel saw in him to begin with—not that she was in any position to question his choices. And not that she was really complaining. Either Winchester was guaranteed to make the experience a pleasurable one for her. She just didn’t see how Azazel thought this would be easy. After all, these were Mary’s boys. If they were anything at all like her, it would be a long hard road to turn those hearts of gold to hearts of stone. Though, those hearts were already a little bit broken. And it helped that the new and improved Sam’s heart of gold wasn’t exactly as shiny as it used to be, making it a bit easier to turn the luster back to her side. It wasn’t going to be as hard as it would have been before the devil’s gate opened to get Sam Winchester on his side. He would have to cope with losing a few close friends, but in time he would learn.
Humans were on the way out anyway. That fad was so last season.
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: So Last Season
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13/FRT
Characters: Ruby, mentions of Sam Winchester, implied Sam/Ruby.
15pairings Prompt: 11. Mind GamesContent Warning: Spoilers for all episodes aired so far in season three, especially if you don't know who Ruby is.
Summary: Sam always did like blonds.
Author's Note: This is a bit of my personal theory on who Ruby is and what she's trying to do. This is most likely not the case, but this is what she sat in my head and told me to write, so--I did. There are no spoilers past 304, but there are spoilers for 304.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernautral. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
Sam always did like blonds.
It was the dichotomy she always found most interesting between the two brothers. Dean had a thing for brunettes—dark, mysterious, maybe even dirty, while Sam’s eye was always caught by a flash of blond—clean, pure and pretty. There were exceptions, as there were to every rule—Sarah and Madison, for example—but otherwise Sam was pretty predictable. It was why she chose this body to begin with. Because no matter how repulsed Sam was by who or what she was, he wouldn’t be able to look away. Pretty and blond. Clean and pure.
It had been a given from the beginning that winning over Sam was going to involve some mind games. She was already at a disadvantage because she was in the body of someone he didn’t know, but there wasn’t anyone close to him that she could readily possess that could sway him into her side. This was why keeping Jessica around might have been a good idea. Azazel didn’t think, didn’t realize the potential that the young coed could have had if they were going to take a more subtle approach. Maybe if he had, he wouldn’t have burned her to a crisp. She would have possessed Jessica if she had had the chance, and Sam would be theirs already. Hell, she would have possessed Jessica’s corpse, if there was one that was suitable enough for possession. In fact, the idea of that made her smile. What better way to break the so-called Boy King than with visions of his late girlfriend’s body, all broken and bloody, hearing her scream his name, begging him to save her from the agony she was in—the girl he could have saved, should have saved. That would be the thing to push him over the edge, emotionally breaking him and his sanity into a million tiny pieces.
True, Sam would be insane, but an insane king was better than no king at all. And Ruby had always relished in breaking people mentally. Break them physically, and they can still defy you with their thoughts and emotions. Break them mentally, and they become a prisoner within themselves, powerless to stop you, and sometimes more powerful than you could possibly imagine. That was how things would go down with Sam. If she had a corpse. Which she didn’t. So now she was stuck in this body and having to do things the hard way.
Not that she was—all that opposed to the way she had to do things. Seduction was more fun, and if she played her cards right, it could wind up being mutually beneficial to both parties. She wasn’t just playing with sexuality, either. She had sexuality, power, and control, and it was a tricky balance to swing, but she could feel him slowly slipping over to her side. It was the way he followed her when she moved. The way his eyes slid up her thighs when she sat up on at table, or the way they lingered a millisecond too long on a part of her anatomy they shouldn’t, or held that brief hopeful glimmer whenever she threw Dean onto the table. She had him. Now all she had to do was reel him in.
However, the downside is that seduction took far more time, because with seduction, she had to build trust. Get him comfortable with her. Dangle the bait in such a way that she seemed like she was on his side, when really she was just luring him onto hers. It involved playing nice with people like Dean and Bobby, who she’d sooner snap their necks than shake their hands, and helping them do things like fix that piece of shit Colt, all so that she could further convince them that she was going to help them try to win the big battle. It was a mini-covert war, one the other side didn’t know it was involved in, but there were casualties on both ends. So far, the only casualties had been on her side, but demons were expendable in the path to getting what she—what they, rather—had always wanted. Besides, that Lucifer spewing, philosophy chatting bitch had to go anyway. Demons like her gave their kind a bad name. And there would be time to correct the casualties later.
All that mattered now was getting Sam to choose a side—preferably hers. She never understood what Azazel saw in him to begin with—not that she was in any position to question his choices. And not that she was really complaining. Either Winchester was guaranteed to make the experience a pleasurable one for her. She just didn’t see how Azazel thought this would be easy. After all, these were Mary’s boys. If they were anything at all like her, it would be a long hard road to turn those hearts of gold to hearts of stone. Though, those hearts were already a little bit broken. And it helped that the new and improved Sam’s heart of gold wasn’t exactly as shiny as it used to be, making it a bit easier to turn the luster back to her side. It wasn’t going to be as hard as it would have been before the devil’s gate opened to get Sam Winchester on his side. He would have to cope with losing a few close friends, but in time he would learn.
Humans were on the way out anyway. That fad was so last season.