[ Ruby's used to being consistently underestimated. True, she doesn't have the brute strength that some other demons possess, but she has her own methods. It's how she managed to hold onto so much of herself despite her long years in Hell, and how she got to go topside for such an important mission. There's no room for sentimentality when it comes to the Winchester's pet angel. The only reason that she's talking to him at all is that he's been useful in the past. She didn't get this far by throwing potential advantages to wind.
Then again, neither did she because she made a habit of leaving loose ends free to potentially disrupt the whole plan, and now they're so close. She's sacrificed so much, worked so hard, waited so long, and now it's finally within reach. She can't jeopardize that. This calls for a bit of a bluff, a face she's used to putting on for the Winchesters. It's hard to imagine this stone-faced soldier trying to con her, but she's wary. ]
The odds of me getting anything useful out of them versus one of them getting away and running off to tattle on me? Not good, princess.
[ It's an unusual reversal for someone else to be on the chopping block, with her being the one standing over them with a blade. That's not to say that she's never been in this position, obviously, but it's been a long time. She doesn't count the demons she trapped with Sam. Those were for him, after all, with her usually only stepping in to cut them off when they started prattling on uselessly.
Or inconveniently. ]
Should I? Last I checked we were on the same team. Sort of. I mean... [ She saunters closer until she's close enough to reach out and stroke a few fingers lightly up the middle of his chest, deftly working around the cuts, in a gesture that's almost soothing. ] Pretty much the only reason you or Chuckles didn't smite me was because I wasn't worth your time, right?
[ Uriel had seemed to consider Sam's preoccupation with her to be less damning than the association with their fallen, literally disgraced angel, which had been an odd, if useful distinction. ]
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Then again, neither did she because she made a habit of leaving loose ends free to potentially disrupt the whole plan, and now they're so close. She's sacrificed so much, worked so hard, waited so long, and now it's finally within reach. She can't jeopardize that. This calls for a bit of a bluff, a face she's used to putting on for the Winchesters. It's hard to imagine this stone-faced soldier trying to con her, but she's wary. ]
The odds of me getting anything useful out of them versus one of them getting away and running off to tattle on me? Not good, princess.
[ It's an unusual reversal for someone else to be on the chopping block, with her being the one standing over them with a blade. That's not to say that she's never been in this position, obviously, but it's been a long time. She doesn't count the demons she trapped with Sam. Those were for him, after all, with her usually only stepping in to cut them off when they started prattling on uselessly.
Or inconveniently. ]
Should I? Last I checked we were on the same team. Sort of. I mean... [ She saunters closer until she's close enough to reach out and stroke a few fingers lightly up the middle of his chest, deftly working around the cuts, in a gesture that's almost soothing. ] Pretty much the only reason you or Chuckles didn't smite me was because I wasn't worth your time, right?
[ Uriel had seemed to consider Sam's preoccupation with her to be less damning than the association with their fallen, literally disgraced angel, which had been an odd, if useful distinction. ]