Elbows. That’s what he’d changed the subject with. He was awesome sometimes. Much as she knew this wasn’t who he should be. This was only the pale remainder of the angel that had once terrified her with the brilliance of his grace. Languishing now with a demon and a broken shell of a man that had once had the opportunity to stop Lucifer but had turned it down, they, all three with friends and allies alike living in this dirt encrusted world and hoping that one day they could end it. If only. Still, he was trying. And she did have nice elbows as it happened. Very nice ones.
The rest though, the rest seemed almost to transport the demon as she shifted again to a more comfortable position now his arm had wrapped around her, she felt safe as he spoke of this place as a safety. How they were as they once were in here. It felt good, felt right, and Ruby knew that if she’d been anything other than Sam Winchester’s wife she’d have long since given in to what all the other women had. And she was very much still his wife, no matter his current state, people had told her gently to think like a widow and mourn him. And she’d tried. She’d actually tried to but nothing had felt right. The demon that had slept her way to fame couldn’t even manage to flirt without feeling like she was betraying the husband that had left her to become Lucifer’s vessel. For some idealistic stupid belief that he could actually fight the possession. She loved him, but he was a moron. He’d fought, he’d tried. It hadn’t worked. And Cas was here, saying all the right things, all the things she’d wanted to hear, his arm was around her. She was warm there and she couldn’t deny she had considered just letting it happen, on more than one occasion.
He had a way to him. An attitude that made one feel as safe as anything could in this world. Even a demon found a way to feel safe in his arms. She took the joint back, grateful more than anything for something to focus on, but she didn’t shift her gaze from him. In here she didn’t have to be a leader, or the traitor demon. Or even the double agent she was fast becoming. In here she didn’t have to put on a brave face. He’d see right through it if she tried, even without his grace.