Characters: Human!Ruby, Castiel, Dean and Sam.
Summary: She appears at the Winchester's doorstep, ill, alone and human. What the fuck do they do now?
She turns up on the doorstep of their motel, shivering, alone, and anything but demonic. Her hair is dirty with dust, soil, mud and god knows what else, while her clothes are tattered rags that barely cover her. "Help." The emaciated woman manages to choke out before she falls against the doorframe like a bundle of bones held together by torn flesh. "The fuck?" The motel room's owner manages to splutter out before haphazardly scooping the barely conscious female up in his arms and placing her on the bed. "You're supposed to be dead... she's supposed to be dead. I saw it myself. I freaking stabbed her with her own fucking knife." He mumbles under his breath.
He turns to the room's other occupant and watches him, green eyes staring intently into blue. The other male inhabitant shakes his head. "Dean..." He says hastily, his eyes gazing lightly over at the woman. "Things aren't as easy as you seem to think. Before you ask, yes this is the demoness named Ruby."He stops, walking over to the bed to stare at Ruby, watching her chest rise and fall slowly and irregularly, his short-cropped brown hair flopping lazily over his eyes and his tan trenchcoat tightly buttoned. "Yet, she is completely human. In poor health, but human." He turns to face the other man, his eyes gazing at him warily. "So... let me get this straight." Dean growls at him. "The psycho bitch that doped up my little brother, my freaking Sammy, on her demon whore blood and helped caused the apocalypse... is human? What the fuck are we waiting for Cas; we kill this bitch once and for all."
'Cas' stands up straight and stares at Dean in the lamplight of the motel room, his blue eyes glinting with menace and previous warnings that have fallen on deaf ears in times gone past and decayed into nothingness. "You are not to harm her, until we know of her intentions, and we shan't know that until she awakes." Dean snorts, shaking his head grumpily, anything but pleased. "Son of a bitch. How can I argue with an angel of the lord? Cas... that won't happen until she gets better. That may take months and I'm not freaking looking after her for that freaking long. What will Sammy say when he see's her? Can't you just use your angel mojo on her or somethin'?" Castiel shakes his head, his eyes solemn. "No, Dean. My mojo, as you say, is in short supply, it would be too risky to do so. We have to do this the traditional way."
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