[ Ruby's not blind. She hears things from Sam. She knows that Castiel's different from the rest of the brigade of feathered assholes, and his soft spot for the Winchesters is all too obvious to someone who spends a lot of time keeping tabs on them. Just the fact that he was hoping for Dean when she sauntered in meant a lot. She also can't imagine that he's had much practice at deception, so who can blame him for being obvious?
She just smirks at his protestations, and how they swing from desperate to angry at her changes in tact. He's still got so much fight left, but maybe he is starting to realize that he's in an especially poor position with Ruby, even more so than he was with the demons who were poking at him before. She's been mulling it over, and there's only one thing that would possibly mean he's worth more to her alive than dead. Of course if he escapes from this he's going straight to Dean, but if he doesn't know what she needs Sam to do...
If he does then there's no way she can let him out of this alive. ]
They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. It's true, especially when it comes to signing demon contracts. You know that's how Dean ended up in Hell in the first place, right? Sold his soul to save Sam. Did you know I made a deal with a demon, too? I guess you wouldn't care why I did it.
[ She presses in close again, feather still in her fingers as she slides her hands up along his sides, caressing the unblemished skin there all the way up to his shoulders, and then around to his back. It causes her body to grind against his, and if she rocks her hips a little in the process, well, she she knows what kind of moans he was making just a moment ago. She knows where all of that human blood is circulating, unhindered by angelic control. It makes her own respond very similarly, but she doesn't have a problem with that. Despite the current topic of conversation, she's tilting her head back to brush her lips against his throat. ]
I mean, it doesn't matter if they were selfish or not. It doesn't matter how long I suffered or how long I fought against becoming this. I was just one little pathetic human girl after all, and not one of you angelic pricks ever cared about those unless they were useful.
[ It would be all too easy to sound bitter, but her tone is neutral, even thoughtful. ]
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She just smirks at his protestations, and how they swing from desperate to angry at her changes in tact. He's still got so much fight left, but maybe he is starting to realize that he's in an especially poor position with Ruby, even more so than he was with the demons who were poking at him before. She's been mulling it over, and there's only one thing that would possibly mean he's worth more to her alive than dead. Of course if he escapes from this he's going straight to Dean, but if he doesn't know what she needs Sam to do...
If he does then there's no way she can let him out of this alive. ]
They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. It's true, especially when it comes to signing demon contracts. You know that's how Dean ended up in Hell in the first place, right? Sold his soul to save Sam. Did you know I made a deal with a demon, too? I guess you wouldn't care why I did it.
[ She presses in close again, feather still in her fingers as she slides her hands up along his sides, caressing the unblemished skin there all the way up to his shoulders, and then around to his back. It causes her body to grind against his, and if she rocks her hips a little in the process, well, she she knows what kind of moans he was making just a moment ago. She knows where all of that human blood is circulating, unhindered by angelic control. It makes her own respond very similarly, but she doesn't have a problem with that. Despite the current topic of conversation, she's tilting her head back to brush her lips against his throat. ]
I mean, it doesn't matter if they were selfish or not. It doesn't matter how long I suffered or how long I fought against becoming this. I was just one little pathetic human girl after all, and not one of you angelic pricks ever cared about those unless they were useful.
[ It would be all too easy to sound bitter, but her tone is neutral, even thoughtful. ]