Bright sunlight streams through the kitchen window. Sam sits at the table, reading the newspaper and drinking a glass of ice cold milk, which does a body good (* shamelessly puts in product placement*).
A knock at the door and Dean breezes in without waiting, "Sammy…how's my little brother?"
"Dean…hey…where you been? You didn't say two words to me after the wedding. You just took off."
"Are you settling down into married life ok? You're looking good…"
"Yea, I'm getting used to it. It's kinda nice putting clothes into a closet and knowing I don't have to pack 'em back up again the next day."
"And…how's Booby?"
"Her name's Ruby, Dean…grow up…"
"Come on, Sammy…I accepted the fact that you wanted to marry a demon, ok? I think I've come a long way…"
"She came back from hell like you…touched by an angel (*shamelessly rips off title of old show*), put back into her original body, with her original soul intact…re-soulinated, kinda like your virginity. This is the real Ruby…she's not a demon anymore… so stop calling her that, ok?"
"And you have proof of that how?"
"I told you, Dean…She told me so, ok? And she showed me the hand print on her…well, she showed me the hand print. It looks just like the one you have. I believe her. Besides, how else would she get out of hell? Bobby said the only way was to have an angel pull you out…"
At that moment, Ruby comes into the kitchen and sees Dean sitting at the table. "Oh, hi, brother-in-law…" she says flatly.
"There she is…always a vision…" Dean says sarcastically.
Ruby comes to stand next to Sam. He puts an arm around her waist, saying, "Dean stopped by to say hello, sweetie…maybe he can stay for dinner?"
"Of course, Shammykins…" Ruby stares unblinkingly at Dean.
Sam stands up, "I'm gonna go wash up…be right back…"
An awkward silence falls over the room after he leaves.
Dean clears his throat "So, Ruby…demon no more, huh? How convenient for you…to be sent back to hell by Lilith and then to be plucked out by some angel…"
"Yesh…"
"Tell me, where is this angel who snatched you from the pit?"
"Well…uh..er…heaven?"
"Good answer. You know, it turns out that not only angels can grab souls out of hell. Sometimes, so can certain writers who can't seem to let a bad character die…"
Ruby stares at Dean, admitting nothing.
Dean snaps at her abruptly, "You sure duped poor Kripke, didn't you, Ruby? How did you ever convince him you could act, you no-talent, flat, emotionless piece of wood!?"
Her eyes quickly turn black, "Meanie Deanie! I can sho act! Watch thish!"
She stares at him, unmoving.
Dean shakes his head, "I knew it! I knew you were still a demon! What, am I supposed to be seeing something here?"
Ruby ticks off on her fingers, 'I gave you my angry look, my shurprised look and my shad look….I even got a tear, shee?" and wipes an invisible tear from her cheek.
"You have GOT to be kidding me…you really think you can act, don't you? That's just sad…"
Suddenly, Dean is thrown backwards and pinned against the wall. Surprised, he looks at Ruby.
She walks towards him, "I came back from hell a little more powerful than when I went. I didn't want it to be like thish, Dean. All I want ish to be with Sham and for you to leave ush alone. Can't you jusht go away and let ush be? He doeshn't ever need to know I'm shtill a demon…it can be our little shecret…"
"Too late for that, Ruby…" Sam walks in, staring at her black demon eyes and his brother pinned to the wall, "You sure fooled me…so is this body you're in dead or are you just possessing some poor girl?"
"Sham…"
"No! Tell me, Ruby…have I been sleeping with a dead chick? Cause that's just…"
"Ewww…" Dean pipes in from the wall.
"Thanks, Dean…I got this…" Sam flings over his shoulder, "Ok, first, let my brother go…"
With a thump, Dean hits the floor. He picks himself up, swearing under his breath at Ruby.
Sam walks over to Ruby, towering above her menacingly, "Tell me the truth…"
"She'sh alive, Sham…"
"Oh, great!" Sam says derisively, "Well, that makes it all better then. Now, it's not just Ewww…it's Holy CRAP!"
"I had to lie to you, Sham, pleashe try to undershtand…"
"And the hand print? How did you fake that?"
"It'sh a tattoo…"
Sam, barely able to contain his anger, extends a hand towards her.
"Sham, no! You love me! We're married…you can't just shend me back to hell…what are you going to tell our friendsh? Our neighborsh? Our bridge club?"
Ruby starts to retch, black smoke billowing out of her mouth, "Sham….noooooo…"
With a final hurl, she drops to the ground and Sam squeezes his hand, burning up the smoke in a flash of light.
"I'm gonna tell them there was no living with you and you went back home where you belong, you demonic ditz" Sam says, breathing heavy.
Dean comes up behind him and claps him on the shoulder, "Looks like you better start packing up all that stuff in your closet, Sammy…Let's hit the road. We have work to do…(*shamelessly rips off Supernatural catch phrase*)"