He'd grabbed her wrist, and tightly. Holding it in place frankly because she was letting him, though that role would reverse very very quickly if she let it. But her husband didn't trust her not to leave. To tie him down and to walk away. He was half right not to she supposed. With her tiny wrist in his grip Ruby merely smiled, loving the aggression that was finding its way back to him. He'd need that. She spoke softly, leaning back as he leaned forward to get to her neck. He didn't get to have her like that. "No no baby not yet." she told him, "You'll get my blood. Did you think I wouldn't. That I'd get you here like this and then lie to you?" Ruby moved quickly as she spoke, getting him tied up, wrists and ankles both, eventually forcing him to let go of her wrist with the demonic strength she possessed. With a burst of telekinesis she tightened the ropes enough that he'd get out eventually. But not for a while. Not in time to save Dean.
This done, the demon turned back to her husband. It was all perfect, even the feeling of being on top of him like she was. She was supposed to be with him, all the time, guiding him, teaching him. He needed to learn that she was the only one he needed to listen to. Not Dean, not Mary. Just her. Just the demon he'd let into his life so easily. The demon he loved. And she loved him back so completely. So now she just had to help him get back to where he'd been. And here was her Sam, so weak beneath her, tied down and desperate for just a taste of the blood he'd been denying himself for so long. And she had denied him it too. But no longer. She couldn't deny him what he was.
Just like usual, Ruby ran a hand down her own leg to her boot, lifting her jeans leg long enough to unclip the knife hidden there. She wouldn't let him grab the wrist, she'd have to wrench it away. But she'd give him blood. Just like he'd asked for, just like she'd promised. "I don't lie to you anymore Sam, you know that don't you. I don't ever lie to you. So you'll get my blood and it'll make you strong." The knife slid smoothly across skin and Ruby held the bleeding wound just a little above Sam's mouth, holding his head down with just the barest use of her power. It wasn't flowing fast yet, she'd let him sit up if she decided he'd been good enough for more. But he'd have a taste of her, just a taste and then he could have the demon bitches she'd stolen away ready for the slaughter. He'd find them trapped in their hallway once he got past the hellhound. And once the blood seeped into his system properly she knew he'd have no problem at the very least controlling the thing.
That was all to come, She'd check Dean was dead, kill Mary, Kill Jess, Mel, Jules. Adam she might just leave for the hellhounds. But right now all she could do was relish the feel of him. His need for her. She needed him too she thought. There were so many thoughts running through her head but much as she wanted to stay and take advantage of just where he was, she couldn't. Her free hand slid along his stomach nonetheless as she started to move on top of him. Just for a little while.
Maybe she'd let him use the power enough to touch the real her...
She was losing focus, and she knew it. She pulled her hand away to let him swallow the little blood he'd had and let the bloody hand join the other on his stomach. "I told you didn't I?" she confirmed. "I told you I wouldn't lie to you."