"A trade?" Uriel smirked and shook his head. "Now, now, what would I do with a little monkey like you? You're not even halfway decent enough for me to make any trades with. No, I would need something more for that. And that's hardly why I'm here anyway."
Uriel watched as he settled down onto the opposite end of the bench. The kid had spunk. Uriel? He hated spunk. "Ruby is a demon, Benjamin. And she wants to do nothing more than rip the lives of your friends and family apart." He looked to the child, that calm demeanor crossing over him again. "Do you know what she and Sam do together? Do you know what she wants to do to your precious Dean?"