Who: Ruby and Jo Harvelle What: Ruby needs advice on relationships, and figures anyone dating Dean Winchester has to know something she doesn't Where: The Roadhouse When: Late Evening Rating: TBD Status In Progress
What had changed, when had a fun and blasphemous little hobby actually started to mean enough to Ruby that she would yell at god for him. The actual god.
Somewhere between the storm and the earthquake.
An Angel. Dammit she stil knew how messsed up it was, still was fully aware just how very very dead it could make them both since it turned out Castiel's boss was a vindictive jealous bitch who had decided Ruby was the second coming of Delilah or whatever.
And she had done a lot of bad things, a lot of things she'd rather she could forget or not care about. But here she was caring. It bothered Ruby, sometimes more than she let on. She'd walked and walked, for hours just trying to figure out in her own mind what was going on, where the hell to go from here.
And found herself at the Roadhouse.
She shrugged, she had a hex bag or two with her, it wasn't the one earmarked for Jo Harvelle, those were the ones she would give direct to John Winchester once she was done but it was an excuse, and she knew the Winchesters had friends here that they wanted protected.
She stepped into the bar and ran right into an invisible barrier.