He was a strange one sometimes, which she supposed she should have expected. He was an angel after all and all she'd ever expected of them on the times she'd considered since discovering they existed. Well no, that wasn't true. She'd never considered that she'd wind up seeing him as a friend. As someone who understood how weird humans were sometimes, and occasionally participated in credit card theft to go drinking. That was possibly the strangest one of all.
And yet he wasn't looking to talk now. That was fine, they could just sit in the strange not very comfortable silence that they found between them. She'd sat through worse in her long life. Like operas, pointless boring Italian Operas, that had been a strange order. But the Duke had in fact been a Hunter and not expected the pretty young debutaunte he'd bedded to go black eyed and slice his throat. Mostly for the Opera.
The silence was broken between demon and angel when he asked about Sam, he always brought a smile to her face when mentioned like that. It never failed, she supposed that was more of the sappy emotional love stuff. "Sam's good now...doing better, the Dean stuff...it nearly broke him but he's strong. He's a fighter and he'll come through everything and be better for it." It was true as well, he was gonna come through this fine. She believed it completely.
"...Dean not remembering is going to complicate things. Can we get him knowing Ruby is not for shooting?" she asked with a shrug, "Not pretending we were ever friends but he tolerated me. Not so sure he'll do that without a years memories. He doesn't even know you that much. How're you doing with that by the way?" Dean was his charge. He'd fallen from heaven to keep him safe and now he was barely in his memory at all. It had to suck.