Dean narrowed his eyes at the demon as if trying to see past her flesh mask. Alas, he no longer possessed that ability--which was good on the one hand because it meant the hounds he was sure he'd heard in the distance weren't after him yet, but bad on the other because he was basically convinced that everybody was a demon. "Ruby?"
If this was her, then she probably thought he was still looking to beg, buy, or steal back his soul. If it wasn't her, then maybe it was Laurel. Or maybe Laurel was her. Hard to say, when timelines and parallel universes had all been tossed in a grab bag and given a good shake. "Let me guess, your big brother's right behind you."