Castiel nodded. "Let her see that things aren't as black and white as she fears."
He paused as she asked that question, wondering briefly what she wanted to gain from knowing. A faint smile appeared on his face as he thought about Margareta.
"I do. She's a nice girl," he smirked slightly. "She's not you and I can't say I'm the biggest fan of the bowing, but I can see traces of you in her. She's got the same stubborn streak you do. Some of that same fire in her too. Less sarcastic though," the smirk grew as he reached out to brush some of Ruby's hair back from her face. "I missed that sarcasm while you were gone."