Ruby ordered tequila. Three of them and sat back more than a little amused at the bickering. She was still mad at Sam, still beyond hurt by what he'd walked away from, it still felt like a slap in the face, now more than ever. But weirdly enough, she was here for Dean. She was here because she knew where his mind was right now. Those years in the pit. She didn't know Deans story like she knew John's. But she knew how it went. You were asked every day until you cracked and turned to the other side. Thats how it started.
Thats when you started loosing everything you once had been, Raising from Perdition not witstanding of course.
At Dean's comment she glanced over to said redhead handing Dean and Sam each a tequila and the salt and lemon that went along with it, but on closer inspection of the woman she shook her head vehemently "Dean, she probobly doesn't know what FBI stands for, but if you want her, tell her you're some kind of entertainment agent, But really, ignore her, what about the blonde? Looks all ice queen but right story, few drinks, and she'd loose that..."