She looks at the man, her green eyes rimmed with red. Mascara runs down the edges of her face, leaving a trail down to the point of her chin, the black liquid pooling at her chest, marking a simple gold chain on which held a golden Ankh pendant with its tarnished liquid.

This was Ruby? It wouldn't be. The former demoness known for her cruelty and ability to create a web of lies? She looked weak, like she hadn't eaten in weeks judging by the outline of her ribs through her too tight shirt.

The man who stood in front of her stared at her with his blue eyes that seemed to pierce her soul. He looked as if he was searching her to see if she truly wanted this, if he had been summoned just for the sake of it.

Then she speaks... and it astounds him.

"Deliver me Castiel. I repent for my sins. Just please. I don't want to live in darkness anymore."

She didn't sound like a demoness. She sounds so weak... so broken. She had been telling the truth. She was human, a plain emotionally damaged human, haunted by her own past actions and how cruel she had been.

He swallows as nods, his Adams' apple bobbing slightly and strips her of her shirt. She looks away, flinching as he places a soft hand on her chest, just underneath where her collarbones met. He begins to mutter something that she doesn't understand. Angels had their own language. Figures.

He holds her up by her thin, bruised waist with his other hand, sensing that she wouldn't be able to stand after what he was about to do. She grips at his trenchcoat as a hiss escapes her lips.

Silence fills the room but is then broken by her screams. She screams, good lord she screams. It puts Castiel on edge but he knows it's necessary.

She can't understand the feelings that she's having, but she tries anyway. It was like being burnt at the stake once again but it's like a sweet flame enveloping her, caressing her. It doesn't hurt as much as it had when she'd been burnt alive in the square as her friends had jeered her and called her hells bitch and so many other cruel names as she felt her own flesh been torn from her bones. She'd only turned to witchcraft because she had wanted to save her son from the plague.

She grips tighter at Castiel's trenchcoat, bring her back to a sense of this twisted reality that she was a part of. This was gentler than that. Like mulled wine. She calms down slightly and stops screaming.

Then it all goes silent again and Castiel pulls away slightly, his breath heavy and harsh. "Are you okay?" He manages to choke out, his hands still around her too thin waist. She'd been killing herself slowly before she had called him. He looks away nervously waiting for her to awaken since she'd gone limp in his arms. Why did Dean have to leave?

He begins to worry. What if he's done it wrong? What if he's killed her instead of saved her black soul? He then feels her stir in his arms and he tries to smile lopsidedly. She opens her eyes and stares straight at Castiel, her voice emotionless. "Thank you, angel of Thursday."

The red rings that had been around her iris were now gone. Her green eyes seemed to have grown a shade brighter and the mascara that had been dripping down her neck had vanished as well. She looked more alive now than she had when he had first laid eyes on her and she wasn't even human anymore. Not fully anyway. She would have to stay with him until she fully understood her duties. "Stay by me, repentant child."

She wraps her arms around his waist, her hand tucking itself into a pocket of his trenchcoat. He frowns slightly before waving his hand. Ruby looks down and realizes that she's now wearing a shirt and that she hadn't been before. "I'll stay by you, as your repentant child." She murmurs.

He rather likes the sound of that.