So she wanted to die. Lovely, not making the deal had made her a martyr instead. She couldn't think of any reason why she should be here other than Castiel had asked, because he thought somehow she'd benifit from this, she couldn't see it.
Margareta meanwhile kept her gaze fixed on the demon, the demon that was her, and almost instantly the little bottle of holy water was in her hand.
"I keep telling you this is her world. Not mine. I don't belong here, I shouldn't belong here, and I don't want..."
Ruby interrupted her tone cool. "Its not salvation you know, I think thats his point, you dying for that glorious god we prayed to, its not gonna make you any less..."
Less what, less dammed? What was the point of this.
"Castiel this isn't doing anything. Look at her...she doesn't have much time and I know the last thing she wants is to meet me"