Who: Borrowed Blonde!Ruby and Sam What: Info Gathering on Ben Where: Demon Bars When: Not too long after Deans Grafitti and the Sam/John Winchester Bitchfest Rating: High, Probobly Violent Status: In Progress
The body was essentially dead as the black smoke that was Ruby rose from it, she'd asked them to keep the temprature down, that should give her half an hour, maybe more, any more would probobly be pushing it. She found the hastily and awkwardly broken gap in the salt lines and open window and slipped through it, flying through the LA air not bothering to think about being free of a body, actually she liked Coma Girl, it was nice in there, alone, unlike the last few, it was hers, no one else inside wth her.
And despite the protest and ensuing row, Ruby was doing this, all of this, for the kid, cause she liked Ben, he was a good kid, caught up in all this just cause of his connection to Dean, a connection that filter had let her see more of than she wondered if Dean realised, But she wouldn't say it, not a word. It should probobly have bothered her that she cared about the kid. That she was willing to do this to see he was rescued.
It didn't.
Finding her target Ruby plummeted down, she felt the usual terror, fear and millions of questions and pleas as she pushed the conciousness back. Felt...cramped.
Still, work to be done.
Moving in a new body, Ruby left to find Sam at the address she'd mentioned. She'd call herself Krissy she thought. For old times sake.