InsaneJournal

Turned out she wouldn't start Febuary off as Ruby Winchester, Azazel making his move when he had, had thrown things all over the place and people had been kidnapped for some new plan or other. Ruby wasn't looking forward to what they would have to do but she knew if she was ever going to have a life, ever going to be something better than she was now, then he needed to be gone. He needed to die. And the best way she knew to do that was the way it had worked last time. The gun that even now was in the hands of Crowley. He was willing to talk though, willing to make a trade and he was right, she hadn't been visiting in a while. Crowley of course was...complicated. Still very much a demon, still making no illusions of goodness, but he wanted Lucifer stopped as much as anyone, and stopping Azazel would put a definite dint in his plans. Also if nothing else Azazel was compitition and he wouldn't want that. Ruby had always admired the King of the Crossroads, Sure she'd very much been one of Azazel's as much as he'd been one of Lilith's but they were both demons who had pushed themselves higher than many of their kind had ever hoped to reach. And even if times had changed them she was pretty sure they were still something close to friends. She wanted him at her wedding after all.

And here they were now both on the same side, a side they never could have imagined. Ruby got to his house fairly easily,by now, knowing just where he'd set up shop,  a few demon presences, enough to let her know he had people on his side even now, it was possible his crossroads whores had stayed loyal, and then of course there was...yeah, she knew that presence alright. She found herself nearly bowled over by the huge hellhound he kept by his side much of the time. Ruby couldn't help but adore him. "Hey boy" she said, actually affectionate with the hellbeast, "Where's Daddy huh?" she asked, letting the hound lead her further down the drive. Most people, even most demons wouldn't feel safe here. But Ruby did. Which was probably a testement to their weirdness.

And she had a trade to make, she thought, with a sigh, hand going automaticly to the knife at her side, She wanted it back. It was her finest work. And it held some memories for her. But it wasn't nearly enough for Azazel. For him they needed the Colt and for that Crowley needed to be convinced.

"Hello?" she called, following Pup through the slightly ajar door.