Second Generation (Supernatural Sam x OC)

Chapter 15: Ruby Tuesday

"Ooh yeah!" Elliott moaned. A shiver of shear joy rippled down her spine. "Yes! That feels amazing." She continued to groan. Sam's eyes darkened at the sounds she made. His tongue peeked out to wet his lips. "Fuck!" The small saw Sam had just used now hung limply in his hand. She flexed her fingers again and itched the newly uncasted arm.

"Someone's making happy noises." Dean chuckled as he entered Bobby's garage, a few cold beers in hand. Sam shuffled discreetly adjusting himself in his now tight jeans.

"Ha, ha." Elliott mocked. "You try having that stupid thing on for seven weeks, and we'll see what kind of noises you make." The hunter only huffed a laugh and handed her, her beer.

Sam cleared his throat setting down the little saw and taking a beer from his brother. "Well if you're that happy about it why don't we go out to celebrate?"

"We could all use a night out," Dean added excitedly. Sam groaned internally, frustrated at his brother. He didn't mean the three of them should go out. The younger Winchester was hoping to get some more one on one time with Elliott.

"We could always go back to the bar that Dean and Max-" Elliott paused retracking her words. She had gotten much better when her brother came up in conversations but she couldn't deny it was still difficult. Not sure if the wishing well incident helped or made it worse for her. "-where Dean and Max hooked up with those twins." Elliott finished.

"That sounds perfect." Sam smiled softly at her, knowing anything to do with Max was hard for her to talk about.

"Alright nerds. We leave in an hour." Dean took a large swig from his bottle and gave them a wink before heading inside.

They quickly got ready all of them really wanting a night out. Elliott not having much in the way of nicer clothes opted for her normal attire, tee shirt tucked into her skinny jeans and topped off with her everyday leather jacket. Just like the first time they all went out, Dean had to comment on her tee shirt. This time Johnny Cash instead of Elvis.

What started out as a celebration quickly turned into a pool hustle. It was up to a five hundred dollar bet. Dean playing the concerned brother, Elliott the drunk girlfriend egging them on and Sam 'drunkenly' played. They were wiping the floor with the newbs. Suddenly Sam's back went ridged, shoulders broadening and muscles tense. His eyes jumped from the bar to Elliott.

"Elliott, you need to leave." Sam ordered stiffly no longer looking drunk.

"...Sam?" Elliott questioned slowly. Eyes flickering between him and his brother confused by the strange order.

"Keep the money." Sam told their balding opponent. "Dean get her out of here."

"Keep the money?!" Elliott nearly squawked.

She couldn't believe he would turn down five hundred dollars. Turning to his older brother for help but Sam's nervous gaze caught Dean's attention first. He followed Sam's gaze flicking toward a pretty brunette sitting at the bar. She had warm chocolate eyes that were a few shades lighter than her beautiful flowing locks. The woman had to be near their age, and she was dressed in similar clothing as Elliott just a tee shirt, jeans, and a leather jacket. Her eyes locked on to the three of them with a curious smirk.

"Ruby," Dean growled.

"Ruby? Who's Ruby?" Elliott questioned wary of the Winchesters reactions. Following their footsteps as they made their way to the woman at the bar, abandoning their easy five hundred dollars.

"Demon." Dean growled again. Elliott's own back straightened tense. It had been awhile since she handled demons, but she hadn't forgotten the last time. Much to Sam's displeasure she ignored his order and followed them.