Since Dean’s been down in Hell, you and Sam have very reluctantly made an ‘alliance’ with Ruby. For whatever reason, you both still trust her.

It is on the condition, that she find an expendable vessel. One that belongs to someone on the edge of death. So, begrudgingly, she does.

She finds a brunette—with some kind of terminal ailment, making her the perfect fit.

You get a knock at the door and open it, confused at the stranger’s face. Then a sly all too familiar smile slowly lights up her features like a spark to a stick of dynamite.

Ruby.

“It’s me.” she says in a sing-song voice and invites herself inside. You can’t help the skepticism on your face, had this vessel really been on the brink of death?

“What’s with the face?” She tilts her head down and folds her arms in front of herself, “You like the new look too much?”