BATTLE Ruby/Sam/Samcifer/Dean/Deanchael
She knew bringing the Impala was the best plan she had to annoy Dean into fighting back. Blaring the Doors didn't help probably but hell, she thought it was appropriate. Break On Through. Oh she planned to. She wondered for a moment if she saw the angel that was contained within Dean twitch for a moment and hoped against hope that Sean was fighting it. She swung the keys around her finger for a moment before nodding to Jules and leaving her to that conversation. Michael wouldn't hurt her. No, her fight was this, her fight was him.
And he probably would hurt her.
She strode across the field, through the battle lines, bringing only death in her wake. Demons fell to her knife, dozens maybe until she reached him, faced off against Michael and ready for the end. And Ruby paused, just in front of the archangels and turned to the one that had created her kind, the one who had caused all this, the one she used to worship, and the one of course, who wore her husband.
"I want to talk to him. You need to give me that before this happens, before everything. For what you said I was, for the fact you were proud of me, can you just give me that. Please." Sad fact was she expected a no, she was even prepared for a no, but she had to ask.