"It's not a crime to miss your father, Ruby." He played on that connection, used it now, because he knew that it was the way to bind her to him. There was always something about Ruby that he secretly liked, which was why her betrayal of her own kind disappointed him. She was going against everything he'd ever taught her, as if their centuries together no longer mattered. Well, she would learn differently.
"You think I want to kill Dean Winchester?" He started to chuckle, and the chuckle edged into laughter after a few minutes. Shaking his head, he smirked. "Honestly, I admire the boy for having the balls to kill me. There aren't many that can." The truth was, he wasn't allowed to kill Dean Winchester, though this was one of those secrets he had no intention of ever telling Ruby. Oh, wouldn't John Winchester simply die if he learned that there had been no reason for him to make that deal, the one that sent him packing to hell? No, Azazel wasn't going to let Dean stay dead. And neither was anyone else, if he had caught on to the right plan.
"You better not, Ruby. We both know there are things I can do to your lover boy that would never leave a scratch on his body if you do." That being said, he stepped in and lightly kissed her forehead, because he knew that she needed that to cement their connection. He then stepped back, letting go of her both physically and telekinetically. The yellow tint to his eyes faded, and he became once again 100 percent Samuel Campbell. "I'm going to check on the steaks. Feel free to make yourself at home."