Demons can’t fall in love.

That was what Ruby thought. Till she met you. An ally of those obstinate Winchesters. Except you…you. You weren’t self-righteous like those two.

You just didn’t want your ass blown to bits after the apocalypse. She could respect that.

It started with respect. Respect for a human. It became fascination. And now…she didn’t know what the hell she felt.

It was like a slithering serpent in her chest that didn’t belong there. Not within a demon.

You were talking about a gameplan with Sam and Dean, moving your hands in an authoritative manner so the two could visualize the course of action.

Ruby rested her cheek on her hand, gaze not once leaving you. Hypnotized.

Sam and Dean finally grasped the plan and left you and Ruby alone to go pack their stuff; demon blade, holy water, the works. You begin packing up for the trip yourself.

“I like when your bossy.”

Why did I say that? She thinks for a moment. Just to manipulate you, right? She wants you to think she’s on your side. Not cause she means it. Not at all.