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Sam’s eyes narrowed the second she caught movement out of the corner of her vision. The angels had barely left, their presence still hanging in the air like static before a storm. And then she saw him.
Or at least, she saw the familiar shape of him before he immediately turned away “seriously?” She crossed her arms, glancing around the empty stretch of road “you know, for a demon, you’re really bad at acting casual” her gaze lingered on the spot he was trying—and failing—to hide behind “you can come out now. They’re gone.” There was a pause. Then, softer:
“Ruben” the frustration in his posture was obvious even from here. Sam frowned. Something had happened. Again. Something he wasn’t saying. She took a few steps closer, boots crunching against gravel “what is it this time?” she asked quietly. “Angels give you trouble? Or are you just avoiding me?”
The latter was meant to sound teasing. Instead, it came out more concerned than she intended. Her jaw tightened. Because that was the problem with Ruben. She knew she shouldn’t trust him. Every hunter instinct she’d ever developed screamed that trusting a demon was stupid. But somehow she’d gotten used to seeing him waiting in parking lots, abandoned diners, empty motel corridors.
“You disappeared for three days,” she said, stopping a few feet away. “No cryptic messages. No warnings. Nothing. I was starting to think something happened to you.”
The admission slipped out before she could stop it. Immediately, she looked away, annoyed with herself “which is ridiculous,” she muttered. Then she glanced back at him “but you’re here” a beat “so either tell me what’s wrong…” Sam tilted her head slightly “…or stop hiding and let me see your face.”
