The bickering with Dean is harmless enough. Dean lets the changes happen without much protest.
Ruby wouldn't have dreamed of looking in the drawer. Half the magic of a gift is having it given. She can't help but smile softly when Sam hands his gift to her first. She arches an eyebrow at him, a teasing smile sneaking across her lips. "I don't know whether to be disappointed or pleased it can be opened in front of people, Puppy," she teases him as she unties the bow and lifts the lid on the box. Her mischief turns to genuine surprise and gratitude when she sees the heart-shaped necklace inside. She can feel its magic even if she's unsure what it does. She swallows past emotion as she lifts the chain to slip it over her head. "Actual hearts aren't shaped..." she trails off because they both know what a heart looks like. "I love it. What does it do?" she asks as her fingers go up to touch the heart.
Most of Ruby's gifts for everyone are handmade blankets, but she'd found Sam's gift a few months ago while she was tracking down a demon that had been making a mess of this new world they were all trying to live in. It had been a little bit of an accident. She'd been in a used bookstore looking for a few books to occupy her free time when she'd found a copy of Pablo Neruda's love poems in the original Spanish from 1971, the year he'd won the noble prize for literature. She'd marked the page with her favorite poem with a fancy brass page marker. She'd tucked the rest of the markers inside the book then wrapped it up in a piece of red velvet with a hand-tied elaborate bow. She hands it over to Sam. "Happy holidays."
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Ruby wouldn't have dreamed of looking in the drawer. Half the magic of a gift is having it given. She can't help but smile softly when Sam hands his gift to her first. She arches an eyebrow at him, a teasing smile sneaking across her lips. "I don't know whether to be disappointed or pleased it can be opened in front of people, Puppy," she teases him as she unties the bow and lifts the lid on the box. Her mischief turns to genuine surprise and gratitude when she sees the heart-shaped necklace inside. She can feel its magic even if she's unsure what it does. She swallows past emotion as she lifts the chain to slip it over her head. "Actual hearts aren't shaped..." she trails off because they both know what a heart looks like. "I love it. What does it do?" she asks as her fingers go up to touch the heart.
Most of Ruby's gifts for everyone are handmade blankets, but she'd found Sam's gift a few months ago while she was tracking down a demon that had been making a mess of this new world they were all trying to live in. It had been a little bit of an accident. She'd been in a used bookstore looking for a few books to occupy her free time when she'd found a copy of Pablo Neruda's love poems in the original Spanish from 1971, the year he'd won the noble prize for literature. She'd marked the page with her favorite poem with a fancy brass page marker. She'd tucked the rest of the markers inside the book then wrapped it up in a piece of red velvet with a hand-tied elaborate bow. She hands it over to Sam. "Happy holidays."