It doesn't do either of them any good to be tense and closed off. She considers what to tell him of her side. "You've seen the knife under your pillow back in the bunker. It kills demons, doesn't hurt them. Doesn't send them back to Hell. Kills them. It took me decades of research to figure out that magic. I made it to give myself a fighting chance of being who I wanted to be." They do, though she probably won't share all of those things with him at this age.
She knows he's trying to make up to her and she will let him. Her smile is a little crooked. He did introduce her to all of those foods because they were his favorites. "Maybe we'll get things to make pizza later. There's stuff already here to make pancakes though." They often do breakfast when they stay over. She tilts her head a little. "Are you staying here tonight?" She shrugs at his 'accusation'. "And why do you think we had it the last few days? I'm a picky eater."
It's not three, but fortunately for Sam, Ruby doesn't know much about baseball. Rifle is a little protective of her. He'll relax with some time. She purses her lips, considering what to share with him. "I read a lot. Watched movies. Played tug of war with Rifle. Thought about hexing you," she smiles at that and shakes her head. "Im kidding about the last one."
Sam blinks back his surprise. "No way, I thought that was more of a decorative piece than anything." She may recall when Sam gave it to back to her when he discovered it and that he did not actually test how sharp it was with his thumb. Good thing he didn't. "You really needed it to get out of Hell?" he guesses.
He is and he knows how lucky it is that she is letting him try. More than anything he wants this to be right and that means the food can't just be anything. "What else is there?" He glances over to the kitchen, leans a little to spy anything in the open. "I know how to make a poached omelette or a mug cake." It has to be more special than what they typically do and, if he were being honest, he was getting tired of pancakes every morning or lunch. His eyes turns back to her, butterflies in his stomach. "Do you want me to?" Is the better question because undeniably he wants to stay over every night. "I don't know. You grew up on a potato farm?" He may have not been paying that close attention at the time. Did he ever tell her face is like an angel's?
Sam is more of a soccer geek anyway. Baseball rules don't have to apply here. C'mon Rifle, Sam thought you were his bud. At least there's enough space on the other side of Ruby to be comfortable. The truth will set you free, right? Sam swallows because he believes that last part. "Glad you didn't. Maybe we can pick something you didn't watch. I can cook." He isn't done feeling like he owes her yet.
It probably would have stung, though he doesn't have enough demon blood in him for it to be any more or less effective than another knife. "And to survive once I was out." He's not wrong. "I'm not exactly Hell High 2008 Most Popular."
"There's probably kale," she says with a smirk. "Most of the pantry basics. Milk, ice cream, Ramen. We can go look and run to the store for anything you need." There's probably not a lot out in the open, but if he looks in the cabinets the ingredients for both the omelet and the cake are probably there. She considers him, watching his body language and his expression. "Yes. I want you to stay." She rolls her eyes at him. "My father copied books and sold them," she tells him. "You introduced me to all those foods." He probably wouldn't think that if she showed him her black eyes, not right now. It's something he learns to find sexy about her.
He is Sam's bud, but he and Ruby have a lot in common. "Relax. I haven't hexed anyone in a long time. I'm not going to start with you," she assures him. She nods at his suggestion. "I'm sure I can find something for us to watch."
Sam would definitely not be aware that the blade could that to him in the present or future. A cut from the blade would probably heal slower, not that he would notice. "So a reunion is out of the question. Is this where you wanna be now that you're free?" Maybe he is asking her if she's settled here.
His confused look says it all. "What is kale anyway?" It's obviously not the first time he's heard before and every time he has it's almost as if directed to him even thought it might as well be foreign to him as sushi. "Do you have cake mix or pasta?" He can work with either. He has had lots of time over the last year years to experiment with mug recipes. His body language can't hide how happy he is to hear her say she wants him to stay, not from her. "Okay. I just needed to hear you say that." He leans closer to her, bumping shoulders. "He did? Isn't that. Is that legal?" Not that he's one to judge given his upbringing. Oops. Realizing that, he moves on. "You kinda introduced me to foods too." So they're even. He probably wouldn't think that if she showed him her black eyes, but one step at a time, right?
There is something that makes Rifle stand out compared to other dogs, that's for sure. Sam just can't place what it is. "S-sure. I believe you, just you sort of sound convincing," he admits. He relaxes now and leans back then forward on the couch. "Let's make something before we figure out what to watch."
It's not something she'll mention now and she'll only mention it in the future if he's careless with it. Her eyebrows perk a little then she nods. "Yeah. Nobody wants to kill me here." She pauses. "Maybe Ann, but I can handle her." She's settled. It's a good life, even with the occasional weirdness.
That gets a short laugh from her. "Green. Like spinach. Sort of." She thinks about his question. "No cake mix, but there's flour, sugar and cocoa powder." Everything a person needs to make a cake. "There's a couple of different shapes of pasta and some jarred sauce in the pantry." He leans closer and she dips her head to press a kiss against the curve of his shoulder. His question gets another laugh out of her. "Sam, this was in the 15th century. Copying books was how they got printed and distributed. " She smiles at that idea. She likes that they introduce each other to things. One step at a time. They get there eventually.
It took them a little while to figure it out when they first found him. She nods and unravels herself, socked feet going to the floor as she stands up. "I'll let you be the chef. I'm just watching," she tells him as she makes her way into the kitchen, prepared to point out where the ingredients he wants are.
It really is more of a Dean thing to be over confident about handling weapons and cut himself. All Sam isn't ready for is a knife fight. Sam gives a relieved sigh when Ruby says no one is out to get her until she mentions the waitress he vaguely remembers only by poor customer service and name. "What's her issue? She's like you?" That's just his first guess. His second is that maybe she's hunter.
Her laughter gets more of a puzzled look. "Why do you have it in your fridge then? " He nods when she lists those ingredients. "I can work with that. But you have to tell me if you feel more like cake or pasta." One will take no time at all and the other will take some time as it has more steps. He's have to be blind to miss the kiss against his shoulder and she'd have to be deaf if she didn't hear his breathing come to a stand still then come out and in deeply. He turns an embarrassed shade of pink when she shares that piece of herself. "Oh. That was a-- I love history." He avoids saying a long time ago, but isn't sure he is successful with not making her feel old or thinking about it. He could smile all day as along as she smiled. Food is another one of the firsts they both shared with each other.
It would make since in the same way babies look like their fathers when they're first born so the father will see that and have no reason to deny the child. In Rifle's case, Sam theorized Rifle looked a little less like a hellhound to allow it to mature and blend with other canines to increase the chances of survival. Sam offers his hand to her when he stands. "Then as chef, I feel obligated not to let you down." He has no idea where the ingredients are but the expectation she put on him presents a challenge to find things on his own. He starts by looking in the largest cabinet where the flour and miscellaneous ingredients could be and grabbing things as he finds them.
Yes, it is. Maybe that's why Dean has the Colt in his possession rather than Ruby's knife (also the knife is far more important and personal to Ruby, letting Sam keep it is an intimate sort of trust that she doesn't extend to Dean). Ruby scoffs and looks almost offended when Sam asks if Ann is like her. "She wishes," she rolls her eyes then gets a wicked sort of smile on her face. "I stole her guy," she sing-songs. Yes, Sam. She's talking about you.
"Because in about ten years, you're going to start loving kale and trying to talk everyone else into loving it too," she tells him, that laughter still in her voice. "You put it in smoothies with strawberries and bananas. "Pasta first. We can do cake later," she suggests. Besides, he's a growing boy who needs real food instead of just dessert. She's not deaf and she's already attuned to his breathing and heart patterns. It also tickles her that he reacts that way. She smirks at the way he muddles through that. "yes, Sam. I'm very, very, very old." Demons don't have the same ideas about age that humans do. Older demons are more powerful; they're to be respected and feared or at least treated with care.
She likes watching him and she likes the way he makes himself at home in her kitchen. She hops up on the counter and sits to watch him. She'll help if he asks, but otherwise, she's going to do what she does best when it comes to Sam: Stalk.
That could very well be the reason (or it might just be that regular Sam also feels a connection and sentiment to the blade that Dean doesn't have.) It is an offence hard to miss on her face and Sam ducks his head apologetically. He raises a brow and tilts his head because he misses the connection to himself. "Why would you do that?" No, it isn't hard for him to imagine that Ruby dated others. It is hard to imagine that Ann's guy means himself. As a matter of fact, he can't picture himself with anyone other than Ruby.
He wrinkles his nose, convinced and unconvinced. "I can only eat salad with dressing, what happened? I change that much?" He believes her but he believes more when she mentions strawberries and bananas too. Bananas are his favorite thing, don't you know. "Well, I believe in bananas and strawberries more. You got some of those in the fridge?" he asks. He'll take the pasta and a pot which he fills with water then and turn on the heat. Not sure pasta or cake counts as real food, but the more they talk the more he feels he should do both at the same time. Banana and strawberry cake would be good. His sweet tooth is still strong at this age. His heart is a tell tale sign that he's excited about cooking on his own for her because it beats just a little quicker when his attention settles on her while waiting for the water to come to a boil. "Can you tell me more about it?" Because he can't ask her how old she is to narrow down where fits in the 15th century.
If she would call looking through each and every drawer making himself at home then yes. He likes that they're almost back to normal but he still has something to prove. He won't ask her to point him to something unless he's absolutely stumped.
Ruby hides nothing, including her facial expressions, well. She rolls her eyes at him. "Because it's you, Nerd. You went on a date with her before we dated because you were dumb and hung up about the whole demon thing," she tells him. She's the one who hasn't dated anyone else. Good. He shouldn't picture himself with anyone else.
"Your eating habits change," she admits. "Yep and I'll help you make a smoothie with those and kale if you want to try one." Banana and strawberry cake would be good. "When I was human?" she asks but continues after a hesitation. "The Black Plague was big. Burning witches was a Sunday afternoon family picnic event. Personal hygiene was at an all-time low and at sixteen, I was in danger of becoming an old maid because I wasn't married yet." She's not sure if any of that helps or not.
If he seems stumped, she'll give him little cues to the location of whatever he's looking for like a head tilt toward a cabinet or tapping a drawer with her hand or her heel.
No, what. The fact he went on a date with another girl (all because she was a demon) doesn't sit right with him. Call him naive but he does believe it's not possible to be in love with one girl at a time. He doesn't picture himself with anyone else. His mouth opens but it hangs there while he digests that for a moment. "How did we make up?" he finally asks.
"Just don't let me forget that bananas are better than kale," he asks of her. It's a plea, really. "Can we skip the kale? Oatmeal is better if we're trying to be heart healthy." He turns to the fridge and grabs the banana and strawberries to start to cut them. He listens to her less than fun description of the time and thinks he's got an idea of when that was in the 15th century. Black Plague is the biggest clue, only because he remembers an assignment he did on it and witches once. He can't speak or imagine what it must have been like to be sixteen and considered an old maid because that's not the case anymore. "I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have asked," he admits.
Next step is him needing to find a boxed cake mix so he can mix in milk, eggs and the banana and strawberries for the quick microwave edition of cake. She helps with the head tilt and is rewarded with a smile.
Maybe there was more to it, but Ruby sort of thinks that's what it boiled down to. That could be her own insecurity about Sam's ability to be happy with her for the rest of his life. Ruby doesn't think it's naive and she doesn't believe it's possible either. "You brought me fries and took me on a date."It was a little more complicated than that, but essentially...
"I'll do my best," she assures him. "We can always skip the kale." It's not her favorite smoothie addition. The twenty-first century is a much better century to live in. Running water alone...She shakes her head. "Its okay. It wasn't awful. I didn't know any better at the time."
If anything his attempt to date Ann proved he no longer get his head around anyone other than Ruby until he knew if they had something or not. That's true here too. He thinks about what she is not saying but concludes that maybe he should have thought about bringing her fries. Maybe they shouldn't be indoors. "Does this count as a date?" He didn't mean to ask that out loud but he did.
He doesn't even have to think about it before he nods his head. "Yeah, I think it'll be better without it." Oatmeal on the other hand is a great idea. He recalls he saw some packets of it beside the refrigerator and twists around to grab one. Honestly, he doesn't know how good he has it in this century. "If you say so." Still not wanting to press her, he'll take her word for it. "What do you like about now?"
He really wants to impress her so. As things start to come together, he serves her first and places them in front of her.
Ruby is aware that Ann served a purpose for Sam. Mostly Ann is an irritation to her, but not something that Ruby thinks about on a day to day basis. Ultimately, she's a little responsible for Ruby and Sam's relationship so she ought to be grateful. She's not criticizing his apology at all. She smiles bright and quick at his question before stifling the smile. "Only if you ask me out."
There is absolutely oatmeal. Most people don't know how good they have it in this century. She hums then lets out a soft, pleased sort of groan as the idea comes to her. "Long, hot, bubble baths. More books than I can ever read. No corsets. The food. Fizzy drinks. Jeans. High heels." She pauses and smiles softly at him. "You."
Oh, Sammy. She is charmed by his effort and his earnestness. When things start to come together, she starts moving into the living room, turns the TV off and lights some candles. By the time he starts serving the food, she has one of his playlists. She puts floor pillows down near the coffee table so they'll have a place to sit.
She shouldn't hide away her smile because it's one of the things that make her beautiful. "You want me to... Okay. You want to count this as a date with me?"
Oatmeal just adds to how the apartment seems to have everything. Sam likes the history lesson she is giving him but the blood rushes to his face because she paints an interesting picture with the things she lists. Bubble baths. Him. Books. High heels. Cat has his tongue so in an effort to offer her something, not just stand there (too long) he turns to the fridge to get her a fizzy drink, leaning over the counter to push it close to her.
By the time they move to the living he has more of his thoughts and voice in order and he turns to her when he finally sits, food spread out all on the table. The candlelight and music are her doing but it makes it easier to go ahead and share what he had sorted out. "I like you, too. Most, um, what I like most about here, I mean, is you. Too. More than food or modern medicine."
He's beginning to get it. His question makes that smile bloom across her face again. "I would very much like to count this as a date with you." See, it's that easy. This is an official date.
Well, it's his home as well as hers. Once they're here, they don't like leaving. It's their little hideaway. She likes making the blood rush to his face. What can she say, her list is exceptional. Her smile is back as she reaches for the soda and pops the tab on it to take a long drink. "Have I mentioned you're usually a good boyfriend."
The smile his words brings to her face this time is a little smug and very pleased. She reaches over to ruffle his hair and let her hand drift to the curve of his neck. "More than the mad scientist lab and wish magic. Watch it, Puppy. You'll give me a big head," she teases him.
She spelled it out with clear detail. As far as he sees it her smile doesn't only bloom across her face, it radiates off of her like the sun. He grins when she agrees that this is a date. She made him the happiest guy on earth again.
He will come to think of it as home if that's the case. It doesn't matter if it's the Impala or the bunker or the apartment because all the matters is family and she's very much a part of his world. His blush gets a little redder when she reminds him in clear terms that he is her boyfriend. "Don't say that. I haven't been good enough to hear that yet," he confesses.
She has a lot of good smiles but this one puts a pause in his entire system, a skip in his heartbeat. Her touch leaves behind tinkles on his skin and he bites his lip to try to hide the goofy smile working its way up on his lips. Her attention has its effects on him. He listens when she warns not to give her a big head and nods. "Okay, okay. No more compliments? So, what now... Movie?"
He's very easy to make happy if that's the case. She's not complaining though. If he's easy to make happy then it ensures he'll generally be happy with her.
"Hmmm, you like it when I keep you on your toes, " she responds. "Okay. I can crack the whip." She leans back against the cabinets, surveying him. "In that case, you really should be doing this shirtless. A good boyfriend would," she teases him.
She likes that skip in his heartbeat as well as the way he bites his lip. She considers that a moment. "Movie. Hardcore romantic or Romantic with a side of funny?"
He's not exactly batman and brooding all the time when there is a beautiful woman in his presence. The only secret ingredient here is her. He'll always be the easiest to make him happy when she's one of a kind in his life.
When did he say that? The part about liking when she keeps him on his toes. Sam is very certain that her words sound like something out of her bedside romance novels and though it makes his head spin and throat dry, he does sort of like where this is going. "A good boyfriend?"
His heart beats a little faster, easily influenced by her words and very clearly thinking about it.
"Side of funny?" he purposes. Comedy always lifts his spirits.
Ruby would be worried about him if he was. She knows Sam can get like that, but she doesn't like it when he's broody. It's too easy for him to become fixated on something.
He didn't say it, but he sort of implied it. Plus, she knows him. Well, she does read a lot of bad romance novels. She has to learn to flirt with him from somewhere. It's not a skill that comes naturally to her. "Yep," she tells him with a smug smile. She'll just give him a little bit to think about it. Ultimately though, if he doesn't want to take his shirt off, she won't push it. She's just flirting with him.
Oh, Sammy. He couldn't be any more adorable if he tried.
She nods, agreeing with him on the side of funny. "Let's go with The Proposal. We can't go wrong with Betty White." She hasn't seen it yet, and she's betting he hasn't either since it's from 2009.
Okay, true. He can be. Itinere isn't like home and Sam hasn't yet gone through the things he's known to fixate on. His head and heart are many degrees lighter at this age.
Honestly, Sam is like any other teenage boy whose brain doesn't always see how that works without words. He can't however deny that she is wrong about it. He's noticed how Ruby has been able to read him from the moment he got back. No girl has ever asked him to take off his shirt while being flirty so it's the first time. It's not an unreasonable request. He'll turn red when he takes it off but hand the shirt over to her.
Ultimately, he decides this is how to work with his hiccups and flirt back. Maybe today he'll decide to do anything she asks to make it up to her.
Like minds think alike. "You're a fan of Betty White too?" Everybody knows your Golden Girl crush, Sam. You were loud enough once for the whole motel parkade to know that you would marry someone like her.
It's that lightness in him that Ruby appreciates getting to know.
Sorry, Sam. She's still getting used to teenage boys (him). Ruby is only able to read him because she knows him so well when he's older. Ruby would be lying if she said she doesn't appreciate being Sam's first in absolutely everything she can, so she'd be pleased to know that she's the first to ask him to take his shirt off. For his compliance, he'll get a brilliant, pleased and smug smile. She hops down from the counter, takes the shirt and leans in to press a kiss to his lips. She pulls back then winks at him, turns her back to him and pulls her shirt off (she's not wearing a bra) then puts his shirt on and turns back to face him. "Carry on," she tells him, getting back on the counter to continue watching him.
It pleases her immensely that he's flirting back.
Her lips curl into a smile. "Who isn't?" Yeah, his Golden Girl crush isn't a secret to anyone. That decides it, of course. She clicks on the movie and starts it playing, spearing some of her pasta as she settles in to watch the movie next to him.
Well, she shouldn't be sorry at all. He's learning a lot more from her than any school girl whom he's kissed in the park. Her forwardness is very appealing. He can't say he really deserves the smile she sets on him, but it puts things into prospective and maybe just maybe he can let himself hope that he is on the right path to her complete forgiveness. The kiss stuns him for a second, but he eventually smiles and leans into it. Each kiss for sure is the best he's ever had. He turns completely pink like a clear glass being filled with cranberry juice all the to the brim in his face when her shirt comes off. He manages to pull himself together some point after she pulls his shirt over to cover herself. "Um... I think all that's left is to wait for the pasta?" He isn't sure where he left off actually so he looks down at the stuff he already put out.
He's trying to flirt at least. Does the shirt thing even count?
He chews on his upper lip to think for a moment. "Well, I can name one person." But that isn't the important thing. The look in his eye brightens when the movie starts playing and he turns to her with a silent but appreciative look. He copies with her the pasta and holds his fork up to clink with hers if she'd like.
She would be very disappointed in herself if he weren't learning more from her. Ruby will wonder for a long time if he's really okay with what she is. He'll be forgiven, but it won't be forgotten for a while. That's not entirely his fault. She worries about it because she believes he deserves more, because she believes that she doesn't deserve this much, something this good. However, it does more good when he smiles, when he leans into everything, into them as a couple. She likes making him blush and it's so much easier to make him blush at this age. She glances over her shoulder while her back is turned so she can see him turn that shade of pink. "Consider me in waiting then," she teases. She's not actually going to help him remember. It's fun to see him flustered. Besides, he'll figure it out soon enough.
He's doing okay. She thinks the shirt thing counts. After all, she's got him out of it. "No one with taste," she dismisses it, aware that person is probably Dean. She is a little curious what Dean and the parents think of him being here, but that's a conversation for later. She'll remind him to text Dean and tell him he's staying the night later. She doesn't want any annoyed Winchesters banging on the door. The gesture confuses her a half a second before she links her fork to is. "What are we toasting to?"
Well, Ruby is a good teacher. She shouldn't need to wonder if he is really okay with what she is because Castiel got through to him. For a while, it will be and should just be Sam that worries about her forgiving him for his outburst. He's the one that essentially shut the door in her face. He owes her no matter what better she or anybody thinks he deserves. It's also simply not true. That he deserves better. She does. He can only smile because she makes him and a part of him realizes maybe they had their first fight and are working through it. He'll get a little redder when she teases him and figure out where he was with the food soon enough.
Of course it's Dean. He doesn't really know anybody as well as his brother. Ruby dismissing it prompts a little grin, and if his heart weren't already pounding, it would be right now. "You have taste," he happily provides, moving the conversion on. He would admit he is curious how Ruby ended up a fan but he has a sneaking suspicion that the answer would look back at him in a mirror. He'll text Dean after the movie or later or something. It's not late enough yet that he's thinking about that. He's caught him off guard when she asks him what for. "Y'know, movie, food, company." It's a meager explanation but the only one to come off the top of his head.
Insecurity and worry aren't always rational. It will take a while, a conversation or two and possibly an event or two for it to go away. It's good that he's taking the issue of her forgiveness seriously though. It helps the whole situation a great deal. It allows her to take it lightly, and that's the better situation. If they both go forward with what they want rather than what's owed or deserved, it'll serve them both better. Ruby could care less what she deserves or doesn't; she knows she wants Sam regardless. They've fought before, but he doesn't remember it. Regardless they are working through this one beautifully.
"Duh," she teases in return and bumps his shoulder with hers. A lot of human things that Ruby likes circle back to him. He's the first person she's tried to be human with and for. She nods a little at his explanation. "Those are as good as any," she says in agreement.
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Date: 2020-03-27 01:12 am (UTC)She knows he's trying to make up to her and she will let him. Her smile is a little crooked. He did introduce her to all of those foods because they were his favorites. "Maybe we'll get things to make pizza later. There's stuff already here to make pancakes though." They often do breakfast when they stay over. She tilts her head a little. "Are you staying here tonight?" She shrugs at his 'accusation'. "And why do you think we had it the last few days? I'm a picky eater."
It's not three, but fortunately for Sam, Ruby doesn't know much about baseball. Rifle is a little protective of her. He'll relax with some time. She purses her lips, considering what to share with him. "I read a lot. Watched movies. Played tug of war with Rifle. Thought about hexing you," she smiles at that and shakes her head. "Im kidding about the last one."
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Date: 2020-03-27 02:55 am (UTC)He is and he knows how lucky it is that she is letting him try. More than anything he wants this to be right and that means the food can't just be anything. "What else is there?" He glances over to the kitchen, leans a little to spy anything in the open. "I know how to make a poached omelette or a mug cake." It has to be more special than what they typically do and, if he were being honest, he was getting tired of pancakes every morning or lunch. His eyes turns back to her, butterflies in his stomach. "Do you want me to?" Is the better question because undeniably he wants to stay over every night. "I don't know. You grew up on a potato farm?" He may have not been paying that close attention at the time. Did he ever tell her face is like an angel's?
Sam is more of a soccer geek anyway. Baseball rules don't have to apply here. C'mon Rifle, Sam thought you were his bud. At least there's enough space on the other side of Ruby to be comfortable. The truth will set you free, right? Sam swallows because he believes that last part. "Glad you didn't. Maybe we can pick something you didn't watch. I can cook." He isn't done feeling like he owes her yet.
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Date: 2020-03-28 01:59 am (UTC)"There's probably kale," she says with a smirk. "Most of the pantry basics. Milk, ice cream, Ramen. We can go look and run to the store for anything you need." There's probably not a lot out in the open, but if he looks in the cabinets the ingredients for both the omelet and the cake are probably there. She considers him, watching his body language and his expression. "Yes. I want you to stay." She rolls her eyes at him. "My father copied books and sold them," she tells him. "You introduced me to all those foods." He probably wouldn't think that if she showed him her black eyes, not right now. It's something he learns to find sexy about her.
He is Sam's bud, but he and Ruby have a lot in common. "Relax. I haven't hexed anyone in a long time. I'm not going to start with you," she assures him. She nods at his suggestion. "I'm sure I can find something for us to watch."
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Date: 2020-03-28 03:31 am (UTC)His confused look says it all. "What is kale anyway?" It's obviously not the first time he's heard before and every time he has it's almost as if directed to him even thought it might as well be foreign to him as sushi. "Do you have cake mix or pasta?" He can work with either. He has had lots of time over the last year years to experiment with mug recipes. His body language can't hide how happy he is to hear her say she wants him to stay, not from her. "Okay. I just needed to hear you say that." He leans closer to her, bumping shoulders. "He did? Isn't that. Is that legal?" Not that he's one to judge given his upbringing. Oops. Realizing that, he moves on. "You kinda introduced me to foods too." So they're even. He probably wouldn't think that if she showed him her black eyes, but one step at a time, right?
There is something that makes Rifle stand out compared to other dogs, that's for sure. Sam just can't place what it is. "S-sure. I believe you, just you sort of sound convincing," he admits. He relaxes now and leans back then forward on the couch. "Let's make something before we figure out what to watch."
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Date: 2020-03-28 07:40 pm (UTC)That gets a short laugh from her. "Green. Like spinach. Sort of." She thinks about his question. "No cake mix, but there's flour, sugar and cocoa powder." Everything a person needs to make a cake. "There's a couple of different shapes of pasta and some jarred sauce in the pantry." He leans closer and she dips her head to press a kiss against the curve of his shoulder. His question gets another laugh out of her. "Sam, this was in the 15th century. Copying books was how they got printed and distributed. " She smiles at that idea. She likes that they introduce each other to things. One step at a time. They get there eventually.
It took them a little while to figure it out when they first found him. She nods and unravels herself, socked feet going to the floor as she stands up. "I'll let you be the chef. I'm just watching," she tells him as she makes her way into the kitchen, prepared to point out where the ingredients he wants are.
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Date: 2020-03-29 02:52 am (UTC)Her laughter gets more of a puzzled look. "Why do you have it in your fridge then? " He nods when she lists those ingredients. "I can work with that. But you have to tell me if you feel more like cake or pasta." One will take no time at all and the other will take some time as it has more steps. He's have to be blind to miss the kiss against his shoulder and she'd have to be deaf if she didn't hear his breathing come to a stand still then come out and in deeply. He turns an embarrassed shade of pink when she shares that piece of herself. "Oh. That was a-- I love history." He avoids saying a long time ago, but isn't sure he is successful with not making her feel old or thinking about it. He could smile all day as along as she smiled. Food is another one of the firsts they both shared with each other.
It would make since in the same way babies look like their fathers when they're first born so the father will see that and have no reason to deny the child. In Rifle's case, Sam theorized Rifle looked a little less like a hellhound to allow it to mature and blend with other canines to increase the chances of survival. Sam offers his hand to her when he stands. "Then as chef, I feel obligated not to let you down." He has no idea where the ingredients are but the expectation she put on him presents a challenge to find things on his own. He starts by looking in the largest cabinet where the flour and miscellaneous ingredients could be and grabbing things as he finds them.
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Date: 2020-03-30 02:36 am (UTC)"Because in about ten years, you're going to start loving kale and trying to talk everyone else into loving it too," she tells him, that laughter still in her voice. "You put it in smoothies with strawberries and bananas. "Pasta first. We can do cake later," she suggests. Besides, he's a growing boy who needs real food instead of just dessert. She's not deaf and she's already attuned to his breathing and heart patterns. It also tickles her that he reacts that way. She smirks at the way he muddles through that. "yes, Sam. I'm very, very, very old." Demons don't have the same ideas about age that humans do. Older demons are more powerful; they're to be respected and feared or at least treated with care.
She likes watching him and she likes the way he makes himself at home in her kitchen. She hops up on the counter and sits to watch him. She'll help if he asks, but otherwise, she's going to do what she does best when it comes to Sam: Stalk.
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Date: 2020-03-30 04:02 am (UTC)He wrinkles his nose, convinced and unconvinced. "I can only eat salad with dressing, what happened? I change that much?" He believes her but he believes more when she mentions strawberries and bananas too. Bananas are his favorite thing, don't you know. "Well, I believe in bananas and strawberries more. You got some of those in the fridge?" he asks. He'll take the pasta and a pot which he fills with water then and turn on the heat. Not sure pasta or cake counts as real food, but the more they talk the more he feels he should do both at the same time. Banana and strawberry cake would be good. His sweet tooth is still strong at this age. His heart is a tell tale sign that he's excited about cooking on his own for her because it beats just a little quicker when his attention settles on her while waiting for the water to come to a boil. "Can you tell me more about it?" Because he can't ask her how old she is to narrow down where fits in the 15th century.
If she would call looking through each and every drawer making himself at home then yes. He likes that they're almost back to normal but he still has something to prove. He won't ask her to point him to something unless he's absolutely stumped.
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Date: 2020-03-31 12:54 am (UTC)"Your eating habits change," she admits. "Yep and I'll help you make a smoothie with those and kale if you want to try one." Banana and strawberry cake would be good. "When I was human?" she asks but continues after a hesitation. "The Black Plague was big. Burning witches was a Sunday afternoon family picnic event. Personal hygiene was at an all-time low and at sixteen, I was in danger of becoming an old maid because I wasn't married yet." She's not sure if any of that helps or not.
If he seems stumped, she'll give him little cues to the location of whatever he's looking for like a head tilt toward a cabinet or tapping a drawer with her hand or her heel.
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Date: 2020-03-31 02:50 am (UTC)"Just don't let me forget that bananas are better than kale," he asks of her. It's a plea, really. "Can we skip the kale? Oatmeal is better if we're trying to be heart healthy." He turns to the fridge and grabs the banana and strawberries to start to cut them. He listens to her less than fun description of the time and thinks he's got an idea of when that was in the 15th century. Black Plague is the biggest clue, only because he remembers an assignment he did on it and witches once. He can't speak or imagine what it must have been like to be sixteen and considered an old maid because that's not the case anymore. "I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have asked," he admits.
Next step is him needing to find a boxed cake mix so he can mix in milk, eggs and the banana and strawberries for the quick microwave edition of cake. She helps with the head tilt and is rewarded with a smile.
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Date: 2020-04-01 01:18 am (UTC)"I'll do my best," she assures him. "We can always skip the kale." It's not her favorite smoothie addition. The twenty-first century is a much better century to live in. Running water alone...She shakes her head. "Its okay. It wasn't awful. I didn't know any better at the time."
He's doing just fine in the kitchen.
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Date: 2020-04-01 02:53 am (UTC)He doesn't even have to think about it before he nods his head. "Yeah, I think it'll be better without it." Oatmeal on the other hand is a great idea. He recalls he saw some packets of it beside the refrigerator and twists around to grab one. Honestly, he doesn't know how good he has it in this century. "If you say so." Still not wanting to press her, he'll take her word for it. "What do you like about now?"
He really wants to impress her so. As things start to come together, he serves her first and places them in front of her.
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Date: 2020-04-02 01:22 am (UTC)There is absolutely oatmeal. Most people don't know how good they have it in this century. She hums then lets out a soft, pleased sort of groan as the idea comes to her. "Long, hot, bubble baths. More books than I can ever read. No corsets. The food. Fizzy drinks. Jeans. High heels." She pauses and smiles softly at him. "You."
Oh, Sammy. She is charmed by his effort and his earnestness. When things start to come together, she starts moving into the living room, turns the TV off and lights some candles. By the time he starts serving the food, she has one of his playlists. She puts floor pillows down near the coffee table so they'll have a place to sit.
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Date: 2020-04-02 03:13 am (UTC)Oatmeal just adds to how the apartment seems to have everything. Sam likes the history lesson she is giving him but the blood rushes to his face because she paints an interesting picture with the things she lists. Bubble baths. Him. Books. High heels. Cat has his tongue so in an effort to offer her something, not just stand there (too long) he turns to the fridge to get her a fizzy drink, leaning over the counter to push it close to her.
By the time they move to the living he has more of his thoughts and voice in order and he turns to her when he finally sits, food spread out all on the table. The candlelight and music are her doing but it makes it easier to go ahead and share what he had sorted out. "I like you, too. Most, um, what I like most about here, I mean, is you. Too. More than food or modern medicine."
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Date: 2020-04-02 11:29 pm (UTC)Well, it's his home as well as hers. Once they're here, they don't like leaving. It's their little hideaway. She likes making the blood rush to his face. What can she say, her list is exceptional. Her smile is back as she reaches for the soda and pops the tab on it to take a long drink. "Have I mentioned you're usually a good boyfriend."
The smile his words brings to her face this time is a little smug and very pleased. She reaches over to ruffle his hair and let her hand drift to the curve of his neck. "More than the mad scientist lab and wish magic. Watch it, Puppy. You'll give me a big head," she teases him.
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Date: 2020-04-03 02:47 am (UTC)He will come to think of it as home if that's the case. It doesn't matter if it's the Impala or the bunker or the apartment because all the matters is family and she's very much a part of his world. His blush gets a little redder when she reminds him in clear terms that he is her boyfriend. "Don't say that. I haven't been good enough to hear that yet," he confesses.
She has a lot of good smiles but this one puts a pause in his entire system, a skip in his heartbeat. Her touch leaves behind tinkles on his skin and he bites his lip to try to hide the goofy smile working its way up on his lips. Her attention has its effects on him. He listens when she warns not to give her a big head and nods. "Okay, okay. No more compliments? So, what now... Movie?"
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Date: 2020-04-03 10:57 pm (UTC)"Hmmm, you like it when I keep you on your toes, " she responds. "Okay. I can crack the whip." She leans back against the cabinets, surveying him. "In that case, you really should be doing this shirtless. A good boyfriend would," she teases him.
She likes that skip in his heartbeat as well as the way he bites his lip. She considers that a moment. "Movie. Hardcore romantic or Romantic with a side of funny?"
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Date: 2020-04-04 04:10 am (UTC)When did he say that? The part about liking when she keeps him on his toes. Sam is very certain that her words sound like something out of her bedside romance novels and though it makes his head spin and throat dry, he does sort of like where this is going. "A good boyfriend?"
His heart beats a little faster, easily influenced by her words and very clearly thinking about it.
"Side of funny?" he purposes. Comedy always lifts his spirits.
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Date: 2020-04-05 08:38 pm (UTC)He didn't say it, but he sort of implied it. Plus, she knows him. Well, she does read a lot of bad romance novels. She has to learn to flirt with him from somewhere. It's not a skill that comes naturally to her. "Yep," she tells him with a smug smile. She'll just give him a little bit to think about it. Ultimately though, if he doesn't want to take his shirt off, she won't push it. She's just flirting with him.
Oh, Sammy. He couldn't be any more adorable if he tried.
She nods, agreeing with him on the side of funny. "Let's go with The Proposal. We can't go wrong with Betty White." She hasn't seen it yet, and she's betting he hasn't either since it's from 2009.
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Date: 2020-04-06 03:26 am (UTC)Honestly, Sam is like any other teenage boy whose brain doesn't always see how that works without words. He can't however deny that she is wrong about it. He's noticed how Ruby has been able to read him from the moment he got back. No girl has ever asked him to take off his shirt while being flirty so it's the first time. It's not an unreasonable request. He'll turn red when he takes it off but hand the shirt over to her.
Ultimately, he decides this is how to work with his hiccups and flirt back. Maybe today he'll decide to do anything she asks to make it up to her.
Like minds think alike. "You're a fan of Betty White too?" Everybody knows your Golden Girl crush, Sam. You were loud enough once for the whole motel parkade to know that you would marry someone like her.
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Date: 2020-04-07 12:28 am (UTC)Sorry, Sam. She's still getting used to teenage boys (him). Ruby is only able to read him because she knows him so well when he's older. Ruby would be lying if she said she doesn't appreciate being Sam's first in absolutely everything she can, so she'd be pleased to know that she's the first to ask him to take his shirt off. For his compliance, he'll get a brilliant, pleased and smug smile. She hops down from the counter, takes the shirt and leans in to press a kiss to his lips. She pulls back then winks at him, turns her back to him and pulls her shirt off (she's not wearing a bra) then puts his shirt on and turns back to face him. "Carry on," she tells him, getting back on the counter to continue watching him.
It pleases her immensely that he's flirting back.
Her lips curl into a smile. "Who isn't?" Yeah, his Golden Girl crush isn't a secret to anyone. That decides it, of course. She clicks on the movie and starts it playing, spearing some of her pasta as she settles in to watch the movie next to him.
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Date: 2020-04-07 02:44 am (UTC)He's trying to flirt at least. Does the shirt thing even count?
He chews on his upper lip to think for a moment. "Well, I can name one person." But that isn't the important thing. The look in his eye brightens when the movie starts playing and he turns to her with a silent but appreciative look. He copies with her the pasta and holds his fork up to clink with hers if she'd like.
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Date: 2020-04-08 01:49 am (UTC)He's doing okay. She thinks the shirt thing counts. After all, she's got him out of it. "No one with taste," she dismisses it, aware that person is probably Dean. She is a little curious what Dean and the parents think of him being here, but that's a conversation for later. She'll remind him to text Dean and tell him he's staying the night later. She doesn't want any annoyed Winchesters banging on the door. The gesture confuses her a half a second before she links her fork to is. "What are we toasting to?"
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Date: 2020-04-08 02:54 am (UTC)Of course it's Dean. He doesn't really know anybody as well as his brother. Ruby dismissing it prompts a little grin, and if his heart weren't already pounding, it would be right now. "You have taste," he happily provides, moving the conversion on. He would admit he is curious how Ruby ended up a fan but he has a sneaking suspicion that the answer would look back at him in a mirror. He'll text Dean after the movie or later or something. It's not late enough yet that he's thinking about that. He's caught him off guard when she asks him what for. "Y'know, movie, food, company." It's a meager explanation but the only one to come off the top of his head.
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Date: 2020-04-09 12:27 am (UTC)"Duh," she teases in return and bumps his shoulder with hers. A lot of human things that Ruby likes circle back to him. He's the first person she's tried to be human with and for. She nods a little at his explanation. "Those are as good as any," she says in agreement.
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