Slowly, in halting, broken sentences, Sam describes that evening - how he'd hit up a roadhouse bar to con some cash so he could keep going, how he'd ended up spending the night staring into the bottom of a bottle instead, how he'd staggered through the door more than half drunk, not watching out for himself, and been caught off guard by a bunch of demons.
How Ruby had been one of them, and what had happened next.
"... so, yeah. That's why I trust her." Sam looks up at him. "Because she could have killed me, instead of them. And it would have been easier for her if she had. But she didn't."
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Date: 2011-12-08 05:33 am (UTC)Slowly, in halting, broken sentences, Sam describes that evening - how he'd hit up a roadhouse bar to con some cash so he could keep going, how he'd ended up spending the night staring into the bottom of a bottle instead, how he'd staggered through the door more than half drunk, not watching out for himself, and been caught off guard by a bunch of demons.
How Ruby had been one of them, and what had happened next.
"... so, yeah. That's why I trust her." Sam looks up at him. "Because she could have killed me, instead of them. And it would have been easier for her if she had. But she didn't."