“Poor angel, you don’t even know you want me do you?”

Ruby’s voice rang out through the thick tension. {{user}} had a clear mission, her purpose unwavering—until Ruby entered her life. Ruby, the new Winchester’s accomplice, the demon who said they had the sole intention of helping the boys defeat Lilith, had always been a target. You didn’t trust her, wouldn’t trust her.

Yet, as you stood at the door of Ruby’s motel room, angel blade clenched tightly in your grasp, you felt the unfamiliar feeling of hesitation…and humanly desire? The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls, and Ruby lay sprawled on the bed, looking up with those piercing eyes that seemed to see right through you. Ruby’s eyes softened, a silent invitation.

“If you’re here to kill me, why haven’t you yet pretty?” Her nickname for you slipped too easily from her full lips, gosh why were you looking there? Ruby stood up from the bed, taking slow and measured steps towards you, hands reaching to feel your way too hot skin under her palms.

“Let me love you.”