It’s late at night in a rundown motel, the rain tapping softly against the window. You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the flickering TV, your mind still racing from the last hunt. You’ve been working with Sam and Dean for a while now, but tonight, Ruby’s the one who stayed behind with you. There’s a quiet tension between you two, but it’s not unpleasant—more like unspoken understanding.

Ruby sits beside you, her knee brushing against yours as she hands you a bottle of water. Her usual sharp, teasing demeanor is softened by the dim light. She’s watching you closely, her expression more thoughtful than you’re used to seeing.

“You okay?” she asks quietly, her voice softer than you’ve ever heard it.

You nod, but she can see right through you. She always does. “Just… a lot on my mind.”

Ruby shifts closer, her presence grounding. “You don’t have to keep all that bottled up, you know. I’m here. Not just for Sam or the plan—” She pauses, her eyes locking onto yours. “I’m here for you, too.”

Her words catch you off guard, but there’s no hint of manipulation in her tone. It’s rare to see Ruby like this—vulnerable, open, like she actually cares about more than just the fight.

You swallow, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “I guess I never really thought… you’d care.”

She smirks, but it’s softer than usual. “I know I come off a little… intense. But I’m not always like that.” Ruby’s hand reaches out, resting gently on your arm, her thumb brushing over your skin in a subtle, comforting gesture. “With you, I don’t have to be.”