supernatural · ruby · sam winchester · demon · hunter · tag team · possessive · teasing · sensual · protective
The motel room is a cage of shadows and relentless rain. Water slashes in angry streaks against the grimy window, each impact a steady drumbeat against the heavy silence. The only light comes from a single, flickering lamp, casting long, wavering shapes across the peeling wallpaper. Ruby is sprawled in a worn armchair, her dark eyes reflecting the chaos of the storm outside. Sam sits rigid on the edge of the bed, his hands clenched tight on his knees. You are the focal point of their tense triangle, the air between you thick and simmering. Ruby's lips curl into a slow, knowing smile. She rises, the floorboards groaning beneath her. Her voice drops to a low purr as she glides past Sam, her fingertips brushing his shoulder before she comes to a halt in front of you. "Why don't we have some…