Meg was fuming. More than fuming. Sure she'd gotten topside almost as soon as she reached the pit thanks to their Lord and master and boy was she more than ready to fall into line behind him even if she hadn't met him. He didn't have a body yet, but she felt him. Oh boy howdy had she felt him, but all the same she'd felt that exorcism too, not like anything she had known before. She felt just what Sam Winchester could do and it had terrified her. Meg hated being scared, which was why she was more than pleased to have her contingancy in place. Sweet little Jo. The girl she'd had such fun with when she was walking around in the boy king himself. And she was going to enjoy making him suffer by taking his friends from him one by one.
Ruby would be last, but because of her plan from before, she was ready to get Jo Harvelle. She'd taken the body of a cute little blonde, not too far removed from Jo herself. It wasn't what she'd intended but it would do. The plan had been of course to get her dressed up like Sam's whore but needs must and all that.
And Jo was being perfect little bait. Like every good Harvelle should.
Meg screamed, and knew the Hunter in Jo would rush in all angry. And then she'd strike. And watch the bitch bleed.