"Ow!" Ruby took another swig of beer.

"Hold still," Sam chastised her. She kept pulling her leg away from him.

"Give it!" Ruby held out her hand. Sam sighed and gave her the washcloth drenched in alcohol and the tweezers. She had cuts all over her, the worst was on her ankle. It was deep and it had dirt and sediments in it. She shook her head and finished off the beer.

She tried for a few minutes before Sam took over again. She started to protest, but he cut her off. "You can't even see the cut because it's on your ankle. You can use the washcloth to wipe up the blood and clean your other cuts."

She growled at him. "You're so cute," he said. She squinted her eyes at him and smiled mockingly.

"Could you get me another beer?" She whined again. She was already tipsy, but she wanted to drink until she fell asleep.

"Wait. Can you even drink with the meds you're on for your bipolar disorder?"

"I have no idea; it hasn't been an issue until now. Come on. Like you've never taken drugs and alcohol together. Please?" She gave him the puppy dog eyes, and pouted.

"Fine. One more."

• • •

"I can't believe this is real," Ruby said. "I can't believe I'm here in this room with you. That I'm married to Sam Winchester. That I'm a hunter. This is my voice. I'm a real person and everyone on the street is a real person with a completely different life than mine. They have different experiences and know different people."

Sam laughed, confused. "What?"

"It's called 'sonder.' When you realize that each person you see has a life as vivid and complex as your own. I feel that way a lot. It kind of knocks me out of myself when it happens. I don't know about the other part, though."

"This is why I love you. On the outside, you seem so normal, but in your mind, you have song lyrics and movie quotes, facts about monsters, and random words like that."

"Hmm. You know what I love about you? You know everything that I don't and more. You're incredibly smart, but also kind, not to mention, very good looking." Ruby kissed his nose and then abruptly straddled him.

"Oh, so this is happening? Again?" Sam was already taking off her shirt.

"You know it." It had only been a few days since the wedding, and she'd already lost count of the amount of times they'd had sex. But numbers didn't really matter to her; she didn't even know how long it had been since the wedding. All she cared about was being alone with Sam for as long as possible.

• • •

The next day, they went to an art museum. Sam discussed the pieces intellectually, but it was mostly a one-sided conversation. Ruby just liked how life-like some of them were and the colors.

The day after that, they went to an aquarium. Ruby really liked that. She acted the same way there as at the book store. She was fascinated by all the creatures.

Those are just the touristy things they did; they did a lot of honeymoon things too.

• • •

It couldn't last forever though. They'd been getting updates from the others through text. Dean texted Sam one day; he said that they were almost done with a case, but he'd found another and wanted Sam and Ruby to take it.

Sam briefed Ruby. "St. Louis, Missouri. A man calls 911 because he found his girlfriend tied to a chair, unconscious and unresponsive. They arrest him for murder. They have a pretty strong case, actually. He claims to have been with his sister that night, but a few people also claimed to have seen him enter the apartment when the girl was found. But here's the kicker: a mound of flesh-colored goo was found at the crime scene. Forensics can't identify it."

Ruby had to think for a second. "Shapeshifter?" Sam nodded. She sighed. "I want to be mad that our honeymoon was interrupted, but I can't be because it's our job. Also, I'm kind of excited to get back to work."

"We should start packing; it's about five hours to St. Louis."