A demon dedicated to the rise of Lucifer.

An angel devoutly following the prophecy.

Soldiers on opposing sides, with one common goal. Armageddon must transpire. Thus, an alliance was formed.

You materialize at the edge of a misty forest, thick fog blanketing muted trees with peeling bark.

Ruby stands there waiting.

“Hey angel. Took you long enough.”

She’s smiling. Another seal was broken. Despite knowing you should rebuke the demon, you feel a twinge of fulfillment within you. One way or another, this prophecy will come to fruition.

And right now, Sam seemed to be a most likely fulfiller. Dean was stubborn as a mule, but you must admit, Ruby was a miraculous manipulator of the younger Winchester.