"Most of 'em have forgotten what it means, or even that they were. That's what happens when you go to hell, Dean. That's what hell is. Forgetting what you are."

"Philosophy lesson from a demon. Thanks."

"It's not philosophy. It's not a metaphor. There's a real fire in the pit. Agonies you can't even imagine."

"Oh I saw hellraiser. I get the gyst."

"Actually, they got that pretty close. Except for all the custom leather." Ruby turned slowly towards Dean. "The answer is yes, by the way."

"Sorry?" Dean asked snarkily.

"Yes," She replied, feeling guilty for having to be the one to tell him. "The same thing will happen to you. Might take centuries, but sooner or later Hell will burn away your humanity. Every hellbound soul…Every one…turns into something else. Turns you into us. So yeah, yeah you can count on it."

"There's no way of saving me from the pit, is there?" Dean sighed.

"No." She replied, seeing the pain in his eyes.

"So why'd you tell Sam that you could?" Dean stepped towards her, his breath sparkling in the night.

"Because I wish I could." She whispered, looking anywhere but at him.

Dean stared at the demon in front of him. This girl was a perversion. She was a demon. She was evil. But he didn't miss the tear forming in her eyes. He didn't miss the way her breath caught in her throat. They shared a fundamental hate for each other based solely on the fact that he was human and she was demon. But in that moment, all Dean wanted to do was wrap her in his arms. He wanted to feel himself against her, as sick as it was. He wanted to be inside her.

Dean watched as she licked her lips. He saw so many emotions play on her features. And then she adopted a harsh, blank mask. She was closed. He couldn't read her.

Fuck it, he thought. And then he closed the distance between them and kissed her. It was soft at first, almost fragile, the way his lips moved against hers. Gradually their kisses became heated. The intensity between them grew and before he knew it, she was tossing his shirt to the side. Dean's entire body hummed with the contact she gave him. He forced her against the car and sighed as he ground himself against her. At some point in their frantic dance, they'd lost their pants and pressed naked against each other.

"God help me," Dean muttered as he pushed into her. As hip met hip, he stilled. The delicious heat had him more excited than anything ever had before. He was afraid if he moved, he would come like a 14 year old kid on his first date. After a moment of gasping against her shoulder, Dean began to rock his hips. His motions were slow at first…sensual. But it didn't take long for his strokes to become painfully punctuated. Dean thrust into her over and over again. He made sure to hit her wall deep inside her with every stroke. He made sure to rake the bundle of nerves with every withdraw. Her tiny moans spurred him on until she clenched around him with a scream. And just like that, Dean was spilling himself inside her, grunting like an animal.

"Jesus, you really are the whole package, aren't you?" she gasped.

"Well, if I'm going to hell…" dean replied. He watched Ruby dress with a smile on her face.

"See you later, Dean," With that, she vanished.