Prologue – The Message
Despite the bright moon hanging outside, the Winchester's motel room was pitch black. Two figures were standing in the small kitchen, obviously trying hard to keep their voices down as Dean slept oblivious to the goings on in that room. "Do you even know what her last thoughts were Sam?" A male voice mumbled as the younger Winchester stood there, anger fuelling him. Sam felt like punching the wall and probably would have, if he hadn't been hiding this meeting from Dean. "I'm sure she was imagining Lucifer ripping up to pieces."
The male in front of Sam just shook his head. He would have laughed if it was in him. Sam couldn't understand what the man in front of him was getting at. Maybe it was simply because he wasn't a man that made things so confusing. Castiel never would have thought so much about a demon, so why was he doing so right now? "So naive. She was praying that you and Dean got out of that mess alive. She wanted to say she was sorry and confess something. All you two saw in end was the demon Ruby had to be to survive. She knew she was going to die there."
Sam scoffed at this information, finding it completely unbelievable. Demons didn't pray, he was sure of it. "Sam, why else would an angel give a demon a second chance?" Castiel realised that he hadn't actually mentioned until now that he had brought her back, and it was obvious in Sam's shock that he couldn't understand why. "Where is she?" He growled out, his hands clenching so tightly that blood now dripped onto the ground. Dean rolled over with a groan, near waking up. Sam was starting to care less about hiding it.
"I'm not going to tell you Sam. You'll just kill her as soon as you get to her, out of pure spite. You need to sit back and think rationally. You'll find her soon enough. Fate does not keep those destined apart for long." Castiel's words angered Sam even more. What did he mean by destined? Before Sam could ask, the angel was gone again. With this message imparted, there was no longer any reason for him to stay there. Dean sat up a moment later. "Can't sleep Sammy?" He grumbled out, looking over at the shaken brother.
"Something like that." Sam answered back and walked over to his bed, dropping down on it. It had been a few months since Lucifer had been set free, since they had killed Ruby. Dean knew that look anywhere and knew he was thinking about that night. "Dude, you gotta get over it already. Just get some sleep and stop thinking about her." Dean said tiredly, laying down again and rolling onto his side. Sam raised a brow, wondering just how far he would fly off the Richter scale if he knew. The younger Winchester laid back and slowly drifted off, memories of times with Ruby floating through his dreams like they so often had.