Another torture session. Two in one week and honestly, Ruby was worried about Dean. She would have been more worried if there was a likelyhood of the possibility getting worse but he was going to die soon. She didn't want him to but what could she do? She needed to see Sam. That's how it was going to happen. And that was why, unfortunatly there was nothing she could do to save Dean. He was going to die because that was the only outcome she could see happening. Much as a part of her wished he could win, kill Lucifer and end it. It couldn't be like that, least of all cause Lucifer was still Sam. Her Sam. Somewhere deep inside and she knew because she got to see him sometimes. She craved those visits. Selfish as she knew it was.
She supposed he deserved to have tonight though, just letting go with whatever poor sap had decided to push their way into their camp. She had her knives on her person. She always did after all. She stepped into the cabin, pushing the door open without a second thought. The first sign that there was something wrong of course was the lack of a victim. "Dean, where's the..." Ruby turned quickly confusion in her eyes but still not at all expecting what he was going to do to her for her betrayal. She had no idea he knew until she turned and saw Dean. Knife in his hand. Looking at her with a cold seriousness she was used to seeing on him when he was about to go to work. She took a few steps, attempting to cross the room toward him but stopped after three, hitting off the invisible edge of the devils trap.
He was trapping her?
Why the hell would he want to trap her unless...? Unless he knew. Unless he'd found out somehow about her deal with Lucifer and the demons. How she'd gone back, gotten involved because he'd promised her Sam. He wouldn't understand why she'd betrayed him. Or maybe he knew very well and was just dissapointed he hadn't realised it sooner. She met his gaze before lowering to the knife knowing full well what was coming. Of course she knew, she'd experianced it in this body before of course. With his teacher. And she also knew there was no way she was getting out of this. Maybe she'd see Sam again sooner than they both thought. It was hell they'd end up in when this was all over.
"I'm sorry. You might not believe it but I didn't do it to hurt you. I...It was Sam, he's still in there. And sometimes, just...just sometimes its still him. I swore a vow 5 years ago. I said for better or for worse. And I meant that." It wasn't an excuse he'd want to hear, nor one he'd believe. It was just one that would have to do.
She didn't bother to fight against the trap either. There was no point. She knew that too.