SCRAMBLED THOUGHTS

Ebony nibbled at the beds of her nails, their tops covered in flaking green polish. She nervously glanced at the string of numbers typed into the keypad, and seeing them in their full glory made her doubt her decision. Yes, she wanted, needed, to talk to her sister and see her, but it could get her killed. 

 Heaving a breath, she begrudgingly deleted her favourite numbers. She wouldn't do to her what the Winchesters did to Celeste. Ebony refused to be creator of another broken soul. Yet, as much as tried to convince herself that she's doing her sister a favour, she couldn't control the desire that surged within her to be able to let Ruby know she existed. Ruby would have to always believe that she was abandoned. That no one loved her. Ebony's eyes gleamed, and she didn't even attempt to wipe them. No matter how many times you wipe away the tears, the pain still persists. Crying was a short term solution to a long term problem. 

Grumbling from the corridor made her head snap up. Moving too fast for her body to comprehend, she sprang up from the chair, phone subtly getting buried in her pocket. The noise belonged to the two boys, both rubbing at their faces with dark bagged eyes. Cramming her feelings into the cracking bottle, she giggled. "I bet you're regretting that third round of shots." 

Dean blinked slowly, sluggishly raising his hand to her face and placed his finger on her lips. Her eyebrows pulled together, and she went cross eyed as she focused on his finger. "Ssh, this is a library." 

Ebony rolled her eyes, sending an exasperated glance to Sam, Deans finger lingering on her lips. "He's still hammered, isn't he?" 

"I bet the bottle of whiskey last night didn't help either," Sam shook his head at his brother, collapsing into a chair. 

"What whiskey?"

"Last night he came in, and just muttered 'I need a drink', then downed his sorrows. I regret joining him." He lay his head in his arms, moaning slightly. "I can barely remember what happened last night, why did you let us drink that much?" 

"Well because I was too busy talking to Rebecca."

Dean piped up, "Rebecca Rabbit?" 

"Yes, I was talking to a character on Peppa Pig." Sarcasm was laced into her voice, and she pushed his arm down, his finger dropping from her lips. 

"Wait, wait, wait." Dean raised his arms in front of him, as though to protect himself from the truth. "She's just a character?" 

"Jesus Christ, how the hell did you save the world once, yet alone all the time?" Ebony muttered, shocked by his drunken stupor. 

"Who's Rebecca?" Sam interrupted, drawing all of the attention to him. 

"Gorgeous, girly and gay... I hope." Ebony walked behind Sam, patting his head softly and hoping it sent his headache into a painful frenzy. She knew she'd done it right when he groaned in response. "The three G's for the perfect girlfriend."

"By girly you mean..." Dean drifted off, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. 

"Yes I mean she has boobs and hips, which I find extremely irresistible." She fanned herself, laughing. 

"Who doesn't?" Dean joked, shrugging. 

Her laughter faded, and she continued smiling. "She's also really kind, and has a great sense of humour."

Dean wrapped an arm around Ebony, speaking to Sam who's head was still buried in his arms. "Looks like she's smitten." 

She pushed him away, chuckling slowly. "Screw you, Play Boy." 

"Aren't you into girls though?" 

She was straight faced. "You better sit down at that table before you realise the full extent of my wrath."

He saluted her, plopping himself smugly into the chair. "Yes m'am." 

"Ugh, that makes me feel old." She didn't even try to think about whether or not she'd make it past thirty, and if her plan went right she wasn't going to walk away unscathed. It's highly likely that she'd die, and if she doesn't, she'd die on the job. Ebony shook her head, looking at the men pointedly. Dean raised his eyebrows and Sam stayed in his position with his head cradled. "Are you going to make food?"     

Dean turned green at the thought, shaking his head from side to side. "C'mon, protein helps hangovers." He continued shaking his head, nursing his head slightly from the pounding headache ricocheting inside his mind. "How about I make you some of my famous scrambled eggs, the only thing I can make without causing a house fire?" She bit her lip at saying the last part, wondering if they'd pick up on her selected words. The only thing she got in reply was Dean grunting. 

"What would would be in it for you?" 

"Can I not be a good guest?" Dean stared at her, and she laughed. "Fine, you owe me a favour, agreed?" 

"Sure," Sam mumbled incoherently, words lost within the layers of plaid he was wearing. Dean didn't even attempt to argue, his head already laid on the table and snores booming from his nose. Grappling blindly, Sam smacked Dean, snapping at him to 'get a freaking nose plug.'

Ebony watched this, fondly smiling at the brothers antics. She had to keep reminding herself of her duty, and what they did, but day by day that task kept getting ten times harder. Then, weeks later, it suddenly didn't feel so hard any more. 

*

"Wakey wakey," Ebony sang, jabbing Dean with a fork. His snort cut off abruptly, his head snapping up. Slowly, he blinked, eyes peeling back from each other. "I made eggs. They're edible, I think." 

Blearily, he followed Ebony as she placed the plate in front of him, a pile of fluffy eggs sitting on blackened toast. Ebony saw him wrinkling his nose at it, and she smacked him upside the head. "If you're going to complain you can make some yourself, you drunken ass."

Dean craned his neck to take her in, squinting his eyes at the gleaming light behind her burning his retinas. "Remind me why you're not a nurse again?" 

"Remind me why you're not a dick? Oh wait, you are, never mind." With his pounding headache, he only had the power to glare at her harshly. "You said we were friends as you were too busy killing your liver, and this is what friends do: tease each other." 

"I think I know the general rules of friendship." 

"That must be why you're such a popular guy," she smirked, nudging the food closer to him. "Eat it, or it'll get too cold." 

"What about Sam?" 

"I tried waking him up but he seemed pretty zonked. I'm sure he can make himself something later on, or I'll treat him to this lovely meal." He frowned at the food, gnawing at his bottom lip. "Eat it doofus." 

As though turning to her for permission, she waved her hand, urging him on. Needing no more reassurance, Dean dug his fork into the depths of the eggy mountain. She lent on the table, gawking at him as he swallowed his first mouthful. He moaned, sliding down the chair a little. 

"These are probably the best eggs I've ever had." 

"Thank you, they were my moms recipe. She added one ingredient that just makes it extremely scrumptious," Dean inhaled another mouthful. "Rat poison." 

He spun towards her, eyes wide as saucers as he coughed and spluttered. Dean pounded at his chest, attempting to get the food out of his system. Ebony cackled at the side, holding onto the table for support. The best type of laughter is when you feel crippled by happiness, as though the joy is enough alone to paralyse you; that's what she felt then. Pure bliss and happiness. 

"I was pissing around with you," Ebony managed to speak, her words high pitched as she erupted into another fit of laughter. "Do you honestly think I'd poison you? If I wanted you dead, I would've done it in a much classier way than rat poison - what type of psycho do you think I am?"

"This isn't funny Ebony, you nearly had me killed!" 

She waved a hand dismissively, a grin still spread across her face. It reminded Dean of a Cheshire cat. "Stop being so dramatic Dean. Even if I did poison you, do you think I'd tell you my evil plan?" She shook her head, giggling. "I'm much smarter than that."

"What if you're using reverse psychology and you did poison me and I don't find a cure because I'm 'so sure'," he angrily air quoted, "that you've got the brains to not tell me!" 

"Calm your horse Deanie." She put on a baby voice for his new nickname. He frowned, crossing his arms, unimpressed. "I'll eat some if you want." 

Not waiting for an answer, she snatched up the fork and scooped some scrambled eggs up. "I can't believe that you're so terrified of some measly eggs." Locking eyes with him, she raised the fork to her mouth and tipped the eggs in, slamming the fork down and stepping close to Dean. She opened her mouth, showing him the eggs on her tongue, chewing exaggeratedly, smacking her lips together. The spongy texture nearly made her melt on the spot, but she held onto what little will power she had and showed Dean her sadly empty mouth. 

"What if you'd taken the cure before hand? Or have it and will take it as soon as I turn around?" 

She scoffed, throwing her hands into the air. "Why can't you trust me? I'm just trying to have a joke around, but of course you make it so it's attempted murder. Well done." 

"How am I expected to trust you when Cas tells me your soul is different, huh? Or when you make the casual comment about murder? Or your random spurts of anger? Does any of that scream trust worthy to you?" 

Her curiosity was sparked when she heard Cas mentioned. She wondered how her soul was different; that was a battle for another day. "What it screams to me, is 'troubled'. It screams 'this poor girl has been through some heavy shit and this is the package she has'!" She screeched, pointing at Dean accusingly. "Does leaving you on a hunt and getting you hurt scream trust worthy to you? Cas pretty much nearly kills you, and you take his word over mine."

"You don't understand, we've been through a lot." Dean weakly defends. 

"Just because you're war buddies doesn't mean he hasn't changed. Where is he now Dean? Have you seen his feathery ass flying around here?" She didn't give him time to answer, interrupting quickly. "No, because he doesn't care about you when he doesn't need you."

"It's not like that." 

Ebony shrugged, heaving a sigh. "That's what it looks like to me." 

Dean scraped his chair against the floor, jaw tense. "Obviously you're blind." He tried to get past Ebony, but she grabbed his arm in a vice like grip. 

"I may be blind, but at least I know the truth when I hear it." He struggled to get out of her grip, her hand wrapping closer and closer to his bicep. "You need to use your ears more, they're not there as an accessory." 

At a snail pace, she released her hand, and he didn't waste a moment sulking off. This time, she couldn't rely on him being drunk to remember what happened. 

She glanced at Sam's sleeping form, amazed at the mans ability to sleep through that fight. What she didn't know, was that Sam Winchester was a very light sleeper, and a very good actor. Reassured that no one would hear, she pulled her phone from her pocket. Just one more phone call, she thought to herself. Allow yourself to be selfish this one time. 

Before she could think it through, she typed the memorised numbers in and pressed the green call button for the last time. 

"Hello?" Ruby's voice disrupted the silence, and made Ebony's heart beat pick up. She was happy at hearing her voice; terrified of what she'd to say. "Listen, you keep calling me, and now it's beginning to piss me off. Leave me alone, or I'm calling the cops." 

The call ended. Her only connection to her sister - gone. Ebony needed a distraction, and for the first time her first thought wasn't attacking the Winchesters or planning to. 

She scrolled through her contacts, and a small smile crept on her face when she saw the name. Not wasting a moment, she clicked on it, and called up her distraction. 

"Hey, it's me." Ebony felt a blush spread on her cheeks, and needing to spit the words out before her courage fled her, she stumbled over her words. "Would you like to grab dinner tonight?" 

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hey assbutts! it's one week to Christmas and I'm so excited to show what I have in store for you!
anyway, I decided since last time I asked the guy I liked out and he said "maybe", I'm gonna get a straight answer from him. basically I'm gonna put my number in a Christmas card like the classy lady I am... what do you all think? just hoping for a Christmas miracle ahaha so stuff most of you don't care about over, have a nice day!

adios assbutts

-thirdwheelchurchill