This story is probably one of those that should not be told. Not because it is particularly bad. It's more because of the fact that if anyone knew about this, they would have never accomplished their plan. They would have probably been stopped, and killed. Yeah, they played everyone, turning me into the bad one. Lucky for them that everyone believes that angels are the good ones, and demons the rotten ones. So, they managed to make me the villain. The bitch.
It's the last thing he calls me you know, bitch. His voice is still in my head, the word echoing. It hurts. I don't know why it does, I'm not supposed to feel. At least not something like that. I really thought there was no humanity in me left. I suppose I was wrong. Somehow Sam had managed to bring back part of the old me, the human me. And, to be honest, I like it. It was nice to be able to… feel again. Though, in the end, it didn't really change anything. Everything went as planned, as the angels planned. I thought at first I was the one playing the game, well, turns out I was just some pawn. It's bitter, and I'm mad. I wish I could slit their throats open, kill them. But it's too late now. Everything is too late now.
Dean storms in the room, holding the knife I gave them. He looks at me with anger, then at Sammy, and finally at Lilith's dead body. I wonder where his angel is, Castiel. I had expected him here, after all he fell for this. Dean's face is full of mixed emotions, but I'm not really in the mood to read them. I yell at Dean, saying it's too late, that Lucifer is free. I'm full of power, and excitement. Our Father is free at last. That's the good part. The bad part is everything the angels have planned. Screw them.
And then it happens, too fast for me to realize what's going on. Somehow I should have expected this. Sam would always choose Dean over everyone else. I don't know why I thought I was different. I really want to slap myself for letting the weakness, the hope, the feelings come back. It's Sam Winchester's fault. He 'corrupted' me. Made me part human again. And I blame my humanity for what happens next. Dean storms forward, holding the knife. I prepare myself to jump, but strong hands hold me in place, Sam's hands, and seconds later, my demon knife is pushed inside my chest. I feel the burning sensation, the pain. And then it's over. Nothingness surounds me. I'm dead.
I really wish I could have told Sam the truth.
A/N: Okay so, um this is the prologue. This story will be told from Ruby's pov, but I may put some 3r person povs later. Idk how many chapters there will be.
The main plot is practically season 4: the seals and freeing Lucifer. Though, in my version, it goes a little bit different, you'll see ;)
Hope you enjoy it.
PS: There will be a lot of Sam/Ruby, obviously, but also Destiel :3