WHO: Castiel and Ruby WHAT: He could kill her with a thought probobly WHERE: LA Streets WHEN: Late Evening RATING: None, perhaps cursing STATUS: Complete
New body, new her and yet Ruby hadn't changed her tune, Get Sam ready, get him, ready for what he was going to become. Though that had gotten harder with the news that Dean had been raised up from hell by an Angel...a freaking Angel!. The very thought terrified her, what they could do...the stories, the rumor. She'd never seen one, not ever, nor did she want to. So she was back to the secrets. Sam was getting better...he could send a demon back just using the powers Azazal had gifted him with his blood when he was just a baby.
And Ruby, while very much a demon was sure he'd never turn it against her.
He needed her as much as she needed him ready. So it was a good arrangement.
Or would be if not for the divine intervention.
She needed to lie low. The new body she occupied would help. Dean didn't know it, and she doubted Sam would tell him yet much as she'd once told him not to lie to his brother about the powers he now possessed.
But just in case it wasn't she'd found herself a place to stay, using the girls money. Her car. Her...life. She needed to of course, ever since Lilith had forced her out of her last host. Sent her...
She shuddered at the memory. But it only strengthened her resolve. Get Sam ready.
Her first clue that she'd hid better than she knew came when her elbow had slipped out from under her where she'd dozed off. Because the small bedside table it had been resting on wasn't there anymore.
No the...the apartment wasn't the same.
Her hand immediately went for the knife. The one still in the possession of the Winchesters thanks to Dean and the damn Devils Trap he'd tricked her into.
Still she'd kicked his ass. It was some comfort.
She could defend herself without the knife anyway. She moved across to the door and looked out into...
Into something unfamiliar.
Ruby stepped out onto the streets of a city, very unlike the dirt track town where she'd fallen asleep.
"Not what I really meant by lying low" she observed pretty much to herself gazing around in almost morbid facination.
The Angel Castiel had raised Dean Winchester from hell, to place him back in his world so he could be the warrior they needed in the struggle that was to come. Or at least that had been the plan. But something had gone wrong, terribly wrong and thus Castiel was sent to fix things.
As he entered the city where he knew Dean Winchester to be, he immediately sensed how badly time had been fractured. This wasn't even the right world. And the chaos, the chaos that was ruling here. The Angel looked around, frowning in sadness at the death and destruction that was so strong in the air. Something had happened here, recently, and the scars were still fresh.
He walked through the streets, wishing he could fix this. Were he in his true form he'd have the power to simply click his fingers and make all the pain go away. Of course his true form would make people's eyes melt in their sockets, so that wasn't really a plan.
He stretched out with his mind, searching for Dean, wondering briefly which version this would even be. Would he remember being pulled from the Pit by his hand, or would he be from some earlier time? And Sam, where was he fitting into all of this?
He rounded a corner and saw her. If he'd been a mortal, human man he would have scowled. She looked like a normal, human girl, attractive and brunette, eyeing the chaos of Los Angeles. But Castiel saw her for what she really was.
A demon.
"Hello Ruby," he commented, calmly, waiting to see her reaction even if his instinct was to smite her where she stood. This place was different and it served his purpose to talk to her a while first and find out what she knew.
She shivered at the voice and her eyes turned to their true black, suddenly she felt like the demon she was wanted nothing more than to crawl back down to hell away from this man, or what passed for a man if you didn't know better. And Ruby knew better, she backed up a few paces remembering her original plan to run for the hills. Pity she couldn't do that here.
"You're him aren't you...the one that pulled Dean Winchester out of hell"
She couldn't even really look at him, looking at him hurt
"I'm just here for Sam, I swear, I just want to help him"
She could leave this host much as she was getting used to it, find another but he'd still know, he'd always know.
"Are you going to kill me?"
Castiel continued to look at the demon calmly, despite the revulsion running through him at the mere sight of her. Everything she was was an abomination to him. He didn't bother to answer her question about Dean, there was no point. She knew who he was, what he was. He felt no need to validate her fear of him. Still, just in case she was even slightly complacent for a brief moment he let some of his true form show, black wings creeping as shadows behind his vessel's shoulders. Even in this different world, his power remained.
"Is there a reason why I shouldn't?" He drew the wings back in, a faint trace of a smirk on his face. "Your version of helping Sam might not exactly meet our ideals of what's best for the world." He paused, glancing around. "Any of them."
He breathed deeply, smelling the lingering grief in the air.
"Something happened here, recently. Your people's doing?"
Ruby wasn't beyond admitting when she was terrified, and she was, sort of completely. Angels were something she'd only heard about, and here was one, right in front of her, knowing her name. And those wings...the power she knew he had, he could send her screaming back to hell if he wanted, she was sure of it.
"But ...this isn't is it...our world. And if you kill me...who knows what Sam will become in this place. I know what he's supposed to be and weather you approve of it or not, better he be guided and watched over, whatever your plans for Dean...I doubt something bad happening his brother will help your cause."
Oh hell she was gonna die, he'd force her out of her host and she knew full well how much that hurt.
"And you know my name and you knew this body, so...I'm guessing you know that I have been helping him. This place isn't our home, tell you the truth I thought what happened here was from up high so...turns out you're as clueless on this as me."
Castiel clenched his jaw, dark eyes flashing angrily. As much as he hated to admit it, she was right. The truth was he had no idea what Ruby's intentions really were. While unlikely it wasn't impossible that she genuinely did want to stop Lilith. Stop Lucifer. He could not deny the fact that she'd been in contact with both Winchester brothers for the year before Dean went to Hell and even acted in a way that may have been defined as helpful. In this war knowing people's endgames was perhaps the most important piece of information. And he didn't know Ruby's yet.
And in terms of this world, he was as clueless as her as to the details. He may be a warrior of God but that didn't mean he was on a Need to Know basis on everything.
"Fine, you live, for now Ruby. But the second you step out of place do not doubt that I will send you straight back to Hell where you belong." He spoke slowly, calmly, so the demon could have no doubt over whether he was joking or not. He could already see her fear of him and was inwardly pleased by it.
"Lilith ripped me out of my last host...she sent me...I want her gone, dead and gone and she's scared to death of Sam Winchester, So yes you can trust that I have his best interests at heart even if I keep the rest of my agenda to myself same as you."
She finally allowed herself to smirk slightly,
"And I'll make sure you have no reason to send me back" she closed her eyes for a moment, opening them to the human mask. "I assume you'd rather them not know we had this pleasant little chat. The Winchesters or either side of the war, because I'm betting consorting with the enemy is as big a no no on your side as it is on mine."
Luckily most demons pretty much already hated her. She wondered was tall dark and glowery as popular upstairs.
"Never did get your name, which has me at a disadvantage since you knew me?" she commented questioningly.
He looked hard at her. A demon betraying her own kind. The concept wasn't that hard to grasp, treachery was in their nature after all. But he would still be keeping a close eye on her. It was possible she had Sam Winchester's best interests at heart, for now. But he had no doubt that as soon as his interests and hers separated, she would turn on the younger Winchester brother with no regret.
Still, he smirked slightly. "I'd hardly call this 'consorting' Ruby, merely gathering information. Tell whoever you want, I care not."
In truth he would rather she kept it quiet, but he wasn't about to give her anything she might use against him.
Nor was he about to give her his name.
"How rude of me," he commented lightly, with a faint hint of mockery. "If you don't mind I think I'll keep this tiny advantage, for now at least."
Ruby hadn't really expected it to work, But he hadn't killed her so she considered it a productive meeting. More productive of course would have been not meeting him, or his not being here but life was never that easy.
"Fine" she said amused in spite of herself.
"Its been...an experience" she told the Angel and moved to walk away. It wasn't exactly how she'd wanted to go about things in this place but it was a start. Now she would find Sam, she needed to talk to him.
And, she considered as she walked away, not looking back for fear he'd change his mind about her, she'd held her own against the divine being that could kill her probably with a look.
She was sure she'd be proud of herself when she stopped to think about it.
Castiel watched her leave, a part of him still tempted to kill her anyway. The world would not grieve the loss of another demon. But this was not a fight that would simply be decided by numbers, how many casualties there were on either side. No, it was about the endgames. His, hers, Lilith's, Azazel's. So for now he would let her live. Until she made her intentions clear that was.
He stretched, feeling the vessel's muscles move. He had been a devout man, one worthy to be an angel's vessel. It was time to find Dean Winchester. Whether in this world or any other God still had work for him.