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There had been a number of people that had come back with them from the Apocalypse world and Sam felt a certain bit responsible to help them settle in, but no one was more important than Ruby. He noticed she ducked out early on and followed as soon he was able.

His first guess to check in their shared bedroom was the correct one. He sat on the bed, saying nothing. A sympathetic eye and concerned quirk of eyebrow met her gaze when she looked up. He needn't say anything to get across that she had anything to say, his ears were open.

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Part of him can't help but glance over in her direction here or there as he gathers the ingredients together. His eyes do more to emphasize how much he's missed her. At the same time, with Ruby on the counter, her legs from the waist to her toes are almost completely visible. Sam appreciates the view. Likewise, he isn't covered by much beyond cloth from his waist to knees. "Actually, it wouldn't feel right without tomato soup. The big cans are over there now."

He motions to a new shelf installed in the kitchen without so much referencing all the other changes made while Ruby wasn't at home. There's plenty of other things moved around in the kitchen. Months went by and so did the activities of the bunker.

Eventually, Ruby will notice all of those changes. For the moment, she's fixated on Sam and the changes that took place or didn't with him. She slips off the counter and grabs a can of soup as well as a couple of bowls. She divides the soup up, giving him the lion's share of it; she knows she won't eat much even though she is hungry. She puts the bowls in the microwave and takes her spot on the counter again to watch him.

"We'll have to send Dean to the store tomorrow. All of these people are going to eat a lot."

He also has a few more grays to show for the few months had gone by. He's thankful that her physically age remains the same. He did not need any more surprises on his hands. He smiles as a thank you for her preparation of the soup and adds plates under the bowls to stick the grilled cheese seperately on. He handles them both to sit at the table with her. He positions himself close to her.

He gives a gentle nod in consideration to the food situation. "I think I'll ask Bobby if he wants to go with Dean. He'll have a better idea of what everybody will want to eat.

We should have enough at least to cover breakfast."

The greys are sexy, which she'll tell him if the subject ever comes up. She did notice a few more greys in his beard when she was shaving him. Honestly, she wouldn't mind if her body had aged a bit, but she doesn't mind staying the same age physically either. She certainly feels much older in any case. When he sits next to her, Ruby curls one leg up into the chair and lets her knee rest against his thigh. "They'll probably eat anything, but that's a good idea. Bobby hates me." Unsurprising really.

She nods in agreement. "Dean cooks for an army anyway."

It might come up when he plucks them in the morning while brushing his hair. Sometimes he can admit to himself he is curious what she would look like if she aged; there is no doubt in his mind she would be gorgeous as she represents herself mentally.

The brush of her knee against him is a closeness that helps pull his mind more in the present. He makes a face, albeit to acknowledge there is nothing that can be done about Bobby. "How about we start to change some opinions about you tomorrow, too. I promise it wont involve talking to too many people." Unsurprisingly, Sam has faith in her.

Sam chuckles. "That works to our advantage." There just won't be any leftovers or seconds for Dean.

She’ll watch and ask what he’s doing, then get up and walk to him, hands tangling in his hair to search for other greys before she declares them sexy. Maybe one of these days they’ll use one of those filters to see what she would look like over the years if she were to age.

She doesn’t need Bobby’s approval in any world as long as he doesn’t. She’d worried about this world’s Bobby for a while because she knows how much Bobby means to Sam. She’d simply been stating fact and warning Sam that it might be a problem. She gives him a curious look; it’s only because she trusts him that she asks “what did you have in mind?”

She nods. “It does.” Dean will survive without either.

He'd be honest from the moment she asked, gravitate toward her, hands dropping from his hairs down around her waist. Sometimes he needs a little external validation. There are filters that age couples up; maybe they will come across one of those.

It definitely would pose a problem had their world's Bobby come back and was openly hostile to Ruby. Sam knows very well he needs to differentiate the two Bobby's and that some space is best for now. "Well, for starters, we're going to need to know exactly how many people there are. I was thinking of conducting a census. I'll need a second pair of eyes and hands. What do you say?"

Ruby suspects that she's one reason the boys worked with Bobby a little less and saw him a bit less over the years. In any case, there's not any love lost on Ruby's part either and she'll be happy to give space. She nods a little at his plan. "I think I can help there. I can tell you a little bit about everyone too. We might want to find out who wants to stay together and who's willing to be split up too. It could help us place everyone in the next few weeks."

Yes, Bobby had his boundaries when it came to Ruby. But his love for the boys was the reason he still called them from time to time. Sam considered Ruby his found family as much as Bobby. Most days, Sam missed the surly man. "Any little bit will help." He is happy to take her up on any additional info. "We can't house them all here forever," he agrees. "I was thinking we start with the children that need peaceful homes first and anybody that wants to go with them." He stirs his soup to take another bite. The warm liquid seems to warm his attachment to his goals all the more.

"What are the chances of us getting to work after we finish here?" He's basically asking her if she would be fine with that. Or would she insist they go back to their room.

Their Bobby had tolerated her and even allowed her, at one point, in a couple of rooms in his house. Ruby would deal with his surliness and racism for Sam's sake. This Bobby, however, is a bit of a different story. Ruby nods a little at Sam's comment. "I wouldn't want to," she responds bluntly. "I don't have any ideas for anything peaceful though." For the kids, she means.

Ruby hesitates, self-consciously messing with her bangs to cover the horn nubs a bit more. "I guess I can share you for a little while," she says after a moment.

All he does ask is that Ruby try for his sake. Her honesty is refreshing but nonetheless he shakes his head with the smile that plays on his lips. "Just bare with it for a little longer. I already have a few ideas on how to integrate them into society." The smile that follows is one of confidence. He'll share with her how much easier it is to manipulate the system for housing when children are involved. It does theoretically entail hacking into a few sensitive systems.

Sam watches play with her bangs but doesn't stop her as much as he wants to. The unspoken message behind his decision is that he's unbothered by her horns. "How kind of you. Afterwards, I'm all yours." He steps, scoots closer to her.

"Lucky for me, the bunker is a pretty big place and most of them choose to stay out of my way." Yes, Sam, they're scared of your girlfriend, though in this situation she's given them little reason to be other than the fact that she's a demon. Her brows raise a little. "Yeah?" She's interested and not just for the sake of getting everyone out of her home.

If he's not bothered by them (and he proved he wasn't in the least a little while ago) then she refuses to worry that the others are bothered. "That's what I'm counting on. I'm very easy to motivate. Just promise me uninterrupted you time." She pauses, "or fries, but I'll choose you over fries".

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