Title: untitled
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for aired season four
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 205
Point of view: third
When Lilith cast Ruby out of the blonde meatsuit, she sent her to the farthest reaches of Hell, a dark and cold corner, where not even the endless fires touched. Ruby shivered there, unable to count the days, until one of Alistair's own handmaidens came for her.
"He wants you," the shadow growled. "Go."
With permission granted, she returned to the light, soaking in the warmth with glee until it burned her.
Alistair turned and grinned as she approached. "Sir?" she asked, glancing around.
"Ruby, dear," he purred. "Got a job for you."
His hand lashed out and gripped her, shoving her onto the table and strapping her down with will alone. This was his realm, his playground, and even Lucifer had been apprehensive when in Alistair's presence.
"Please," Ruby begged. "I don't know—"
"Kiddo," Alistair called to someone Ruby couldn't see. "Wanna come play with little pretty?"
She turned her head, searching the shadows, and when he stepped into the light, Ruby whimpered.
Dean Winchester. But not the Dean she had known. This one's eyes were black, and he was coated in blood. "No," she begged. "No, please—"
Alistair laughed and Dean didn't even crack a grin.
Handing off the knife, Alistair said, "Playtime."