[ It's certainly not Dean that slips into the room. This figure is much smaller, though mostly hidden in the shadows as the rusty metal door creaks and then shuts with a heavy but dulled clang. ]

Not quite.

[ Ruby leans against the door behind her, taking in the scene in front of her. She hadn't intended to get caught up in the general affairs of her fellow demons for a while, not any further than she had to in order to keep Sam happy. As loyal as she is to Lilith, as far as everyone else was concerned, she was the lowest worm of a traitor and a whore, and even with Alistair out of the way, her redemption, such as it would be, was still yet to come. But then she heard of Castiel's capture, and that was a potentially loose end that she couldn't just ignore, as risky as showing her face is these days.

She would have to admit that whoever chained the angel up like this has as much of a sense of style as sadism. It's an impressive sight with his wings stretched out and strained, the chains a rough, harsh contrast against pristine feathers, his vessel bound up in sigils and runes, many of which Ruby's never even seen before. They definitely didn't plan on leaving him any wiggle room to escape, which works well for her purposes, too. Plus she finds this rather appealing to look at, even if this vessel is thinner than the one she's gotten rather partial to, and she's got no particular complaints there. ]

This is a new look for you. I like it.

[ She's turning over an angel blade in her hands as she steps forward. Castiel's, of course. She's been feeling a bit naked without her knife, but this is certainly a more than suitable alternative. Despite her light, sarcastic tone there's a bitterness that flickers through her dark eyes along with the calculation. But she's not steering off onto a tangent, not yet. She needs to figure out what's going on in that angelic mind of his. ]

I wasn't sure you'd still be coherent. I have to admit, I'm kind of impressed.