"Excuse me?" Gaze raised to meet Castiel's, chin already lifting in willfulness, Claire stared at him and opened her mouth to ask him if he was actually serious, to turn on Dean and tell him to shut up again – laughing. The ass was laughing. She wanted to muzzle him – ... except Castiel was serious. It was the serious angel face of serious and everything. But she was serious about what had become part of her place in this city, to help those who hadn't been able to help themselves, to undo wrongs committed that should never have been committed – by healing injuries and granting life. While people fussed unduly – unduly to her, that is – about her safety and health and whatever else, Claire knew what her body could afford to lose in regards to her own blood.
"You can start, but I can still help," she finally said, scowling. Men. Overprotective, dictating men. But there was a fondness in her crankiness all the same. "If I shouldn't do it all myself, you shouldn't either."
There, ha! Logic he couldn't argue with. Well, she was reasonably sure he couldn't argue it. Of course, she'd forgotten that she still had several bones sticking out of wounds.
"And I need to call Faith anyhow." She would need to see this, hear what had happened, would likely want to have a chat with both those demons here that they would revive, and those demons at the bar. Her gaze sung to Ruby again. "You should probably not be here when she gets here."
Not once she'd told Faith what had happened, because unlike Dean, Faith wouldn't have bloodloss to temper a violent reaction to Ruby being at the scene of a terrible crime against the demons of this world that she had formerly mocked openly.
That decided, Claire got to her feet. Before either man or angel could be more overprotective, she held up her hands, one still holding the knife. "I'm just going over there," she said, then crossed the space to Ruby, wiping the knife on a semi-clean spot of her blood-soaked clothes as she did.
She had the knife. Dean, in his right mind, would call that a victory. This was the chance many of them had wanted to have. Castiel's presence aside, some might have marked it as the perfect opportunity.
But Ruby had given the knife freely, knowing there was a chance they might not give it back, that they might attack her. And she'd stayed, likely mostly out of a sense of fear of leaving, but also to help Dean for whatever reason she had for doing it. No matter what Ruby had done, the PTB and SP's deal or not, no matter how suspicious or just plain confusing Ruby's actions here tonight were, Claire just couldn't take this gesture of a temporary truce and shove it into her gut.
No matter who would be pissed at her for it later.
"This doesn't change anything," she said as she stopped in front of Ruby, the knife held at a nonthreatening angle. "Consider it like we're even for tonight." Dean's life saved, Ruby's life spared. One more pause of hesitation and then she turned the knife, hilt forward, and held it out to Ruby. "Thanks."