Her eyes are closed against the world as she waits for Sam to fall asleep. It took her a while to realise her vessel would actually fall asleep if she lied this way for too long, so she has to be careful. Not much time passes before she hears slow even breathing coming from beside her, and she's glad that it didn't take too long. Opening her eyes she finds there's not much of a difference from when they were closed, until she reaches for the lamp. In the warm light shadows fall across his face, the redness around his mouth the only sign the night's activities had been a little more than sex. He looks tense even while he sleeps; she's only seen him peaceful a few times in the period she's known him. Inability to relax seems to be the curse of the hunter, always on guard, always fighting.
She spots her clothes on the floor and quietly retrieves them, squeezing into the jeans and jacket before clicking the door shut behind her. Cool, brisk air greets her, making her breath white and her face cold.
People, meaning Dean, say she can't feel; how could a demon like her care? How could such a lesser life form be happy? And he's right; at least he used to be. She had forgotten what happiness was like after so many years of hell, of living in a pit of hate and pain. And then she met her and she felt happy, the force of it strong enough to knock her speechless. Anna, her, must have thought she was stupid. Another reason to hate her among the growing list, but for some reason she didn't. Instead of the glaring and smiting Ruby was expecting she got a smile. A real smile; not a cover up or a smirk, a genuine smile that, despite herself, made her happy. Happy and a little disgusted with herself, admittedly.
A freaking angel of the lord smiles at me and I get all fuzzy and warm inside. Jeez. That's very demon of me... Oh devil, I've become a complete wuss.