Now there was Brady's talent. He could tear someone down with words alone. That was what Azazel had seen in him, her skill at seduction, his at manipulation. They all had something different to bring to the table. Ruby had never expected to have it used on her though, she'd pretty much trained the young demon, teaching him what he needed to know and he'd taken to every lesson so willingly. He'd have sold her out if she'd been stupid enough to let him on more than one occasion and now he was her enemy. Now he was one of them and she'd sided with 'Team Free Will' sided with her husband and his family and friends. But he knew her fear, losing Sam would push her over the edge and it was true. She was bad at being alone, she needed someone to follow. Needed someone to guide her. She'd never been independent. Azazel, Lilith and now Sam though it was different. He still guided her, still taught her what was right and what she needed to change.
She couldn't say that she wouldn't go back if that's how it ended. If she lost Sam, what wouldn't she do to have him back again? Lucifer's offer to her swam around in her mind more than she'd ever want to let on. She could have him back, just give him up for a little while and they'd have each other in heaven. But it was madness, she knew that. And if she didn't and he just lived a mortal life and died...there'd be bitterness, hatred of what he was.
No, he wasn't going to get to her, Ruby's knife was in her hands and her eyes lifted to meet Brady's. "He lives a mortal life and dies? Then I follow." she said. "And maybe we won't go to the same place, maybe I go where all the little demons go when they've been naughty and there's nothing beyond. But I won't dishonor his memory by letting hell take me back. I'll do what I have to do to stop that from happening and you won't get your bitter twisted Ruby back. Don't you get it, either way this ends. I'll die before I let hell take me again." It was probably considered weak to someone like Brady but let him think it of her, she found she didn't actually care what hell thought of her anymore.
"I put stock in it because it saved me. Because Sam saved me. And he didn't even mean to. You don't know how it is to love, and its not because you're a demon, we can love. I've seen it before among demons and I laughed because I didn't think anyone could ever be that pathetic. But its not. Its deep and its abiding and it saved me from myself. And no, its not easy taking the 'good' path. I haven't changed completely. My instinct is still 100% demon. Try me and see if you don't believe me." she said, her knife tightly held in her hand now in case he decided to be stupid and fight her.
Brady wasn't a fighter, never had been. He had his talents and they both knew what they were. "And for the record neither of us forget who we are, Sam knows what I did, he's seen the worst of me and I've seen the worst of him. And there's darkness there, everyone in hell knows just how dark he can get. They wanted it remember, the ones that wanted to follow the Boy King. Remember how hilarious we found it, that they'd put so much faith in a mortal? We used to joke that someone like that would never rule hell. But you see it and he could. He really could if he let himself go and the fact that he doesn't? The fact he stays on top of all that, there's strength there not even Azazel anticipated. I know everything Sam is, and he's not going to say yes. I'm not going to lose him. And I love him."
"Now what do you actually want?" she asked him. "You're not here to talk about my husband and my future and the postal service. You sought me out and you know I could kill you right now if I wanted. So talk."