[ He's got a lot more defiance than Ruby was expecting, given where he is right now, but then again, as far as she knows he hasn't been here long enough for anyone to get much work in on him. As bad as this looks, as much pain as he's endured, he's clearly not ready to give up yet. Or, she supposes, he might have already given up and moved straight on to being reckless, but she thinks he's just got that much fight still in him. She's usually practical, not letting certain proclivities get in the way of her mission and her carefully constructed coexistence with Sam, but there's something downright intoxicating about having a being this powerful and this helpless at her mercy.
There's literally nothing to stop her from killing him. All of the spellwork that's gone into keeping him properly trapped here makes him invisible to the outside world as well, and now that his keepers are dead it'll probably be at least a few hours before anyone comes looking for him. That gives her plenty of time to indulge in the pleasure of being on this side of the knife for once, even if she hasn't ultimately decided what she's going to do with the opportunity just yet.
She smiles again at his inhuman stillness, shaking her head slightly at his words. Brave. Prideful. Stupid. She can imagine Sam saying much of the same, a comparison that comes easily to mind. Is that a similarity that's drawn him to the Winchesters, or have the humans started to rub off on him? It doesn't especially matter, but it's an amusing thought. ]
I'm starting to think that you really don't understand the situation you've gotten yourself into here.
[ She taps the side of the blade against his jaw, her free hand slipping toward those wings. She's heard them before, but actually seeing them sparks a curious gleam in her eyes, and there's nothing to stop her from leaning in against him, pressing her body to his as she slides her fingers through those feathers, mostly to see what sort of reaction it draws out of him. She also wants to find out if they're as smooth and sleek as they look. How many people could say that they know what angel feathers feel like, after all? ]
What I really want to know is why your angel pals aren't out looking for you. I mean, their first stop would have to be Sam and Dean, and I would have heard about it. What have you gotten yourself into, Cassie? And how am I supposed to trust that it's not going to bite me or Sam in the ass?
[ It's not actually a lie. Pretending that she cares about Dean would be too much of a stretch, he's got his uses but she wouldn't lose any sleep over him kicking the bucket again, but she does care about Sam, though she does have her own ideas as to what's good for him. ]
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There's literally nothing to stop her from killing him. All of the spellwork that's gone into keeping him properly trapped here makes him invisible to the outside world as well, and now that his keepers are dead it'll probably be at least a few hours before anyone comes looking for him. That gives her plenty of time to indulge in the pleasure of being on this side of the knife for once, even if she hasn't ultimately decided what she's going to do with the opportunity just yet.
She smiles again at his inhuman stillness, shaking her head slightly at his words. Brave. Prideful. Stupid. She can imagine Sam saying much of the same, a comparison that comes easily to mind. Is that a similarity that's drawn him to the Winchesters, or have the humans started to rub off on him? It doesn't especially matter, but it's an amusing thought. ]
I'm starting to think that you really don't understand the situation you've gotten yourself into here.
[ She taps the side of the blade against his jaw, her free hand slipping toward those wings. She's heard them before, but actually seeing them sparks a curious gleam in her eyes, and there's nothing to stop her from leaning in against him, pressing her body to his as she slides her fingers through those feathers, mostly to see what sort of reaction it draws out of him. She also wants to find out if they're as smooth and sleek as they look. How many people could say that they know what angel feathers feel like, after all? ]
What I really want to know is why your angel pals aren't out looking for you. I mean, their first stop would have to be Sam and Dean, and I would have heard about it. What have you gotten yourself into, Cassie? And how am I supposed to trust that it's not going to bite me or Sam in the ass?
[ It's not actually a lie. Pretending that she cares about Dean would be too much of a stretch, he's got his uses but she wouldn't lose any sleep over him kicking the bucket again, but she does care about Sam, though she does have her own ideas as to what's good for him. ]