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When; RIGHT NOW.
Rating; PG-13 for Ruby's mouth. And making assumptions about Heaven, hi.
Characters; Castiel (ordered) & Ruby (blackeyedskank)
Summary; You should never judge a person until you have walked a mile in his shoes; alternatively, an angel and a demon walk into heaven...
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It's silent. If Ruby were anymore cliche she would say something as trite as silent as the grave, but she knows better. Her grave was more than six feet deep and the hole at the end of it opened into a bigger hole that opened into a Pit and that Pit opened into the fire. Sometimes she wonders if anyone thought to bury her when they found her, bloated and decaying, or if there was anything left after she went down under, ready to spend half a century poking and prodding and being poked and prodded. She doesn't remember when she got off the line and turned her hypocrisy on, doesn't remember when she decided that she wasn't going to forget who or what she had been. But she remembers the wind and the sun and the seasons: what they felt like as they changed and turned. She remembers being a live and the way bare grass felt under bare feet, what it was like to laugh because something was funny, to be happy just to be happy. When she was young, she probably imagined that would be heaven - utter bliss and contentment, the sun always shining, feeling happy all at once and all of the time.

She doesn't know where she is or whose dream she has stepped into. It's too quiet to be reality, too still to be a dream. Her footfalls don't make any sound as she steps across green grass and stares into a sky so bright and blue it's white. There is no sun but the glare is harsh regardless, and Ruby lifts a hand to her forehead and squints in the distance, feeling for a breeze, straining for a sound. A sinking feeling in her gut spreads alternating hot and icy fingers across her belly, and Ruby has more inclination to believe that she is somewhere she doesn't want to be as she catches sight of a figure in the distance, almost too far to get close to.

Without thought, she walks, making her way through a pocket of reality that remains vague and undefined. It could change in an instant, become something else. Ruby keeps her eyes on the glare of the nonexistent sun and makes her way across the naked field, the grass undisturbed as she goes.

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There's that note of measuring in his gaze again as he looks up toward Ruby. He's looking again for a sign. Though this time, it's for one that would show him that her words are meant in anything other than seriousness. She wants her plan to run alongside theirs, and to be noticed. But he knows otherwise. He know that, no matter what Ruby may be able to bring to the table, the simple fact that she is a demon is what will be seen first. She will be ignored. She has already been targeted, however briefly. He hasn't told her that he was the reason she had remained safe. He doesn't need to. It's another detail he'd rather keep to himself. The threats that Uriel has given out to both Sam and this demon were ones that were revoked once Castiel had pulled rank.

"You enjoy it, at times." There isn't any question in his voice. He knows, because he's seen it already. He's seen the times in which each of those from their shared world has found something to enjoy about their relocation. The curses have given each of them a reason to both enjoy the city and to hold it in contempt. But with all that's happening in their world, he can't fault any of them for enjoying the time they are granted away from their war. He doesn't fault anyone except himself.

He follows her gaze in to the distance, stopping on that familiar sight yet again. His own watch only lasts for a moment. It's already an image that is ingrained in to his mind. As are the bodies of each of his fallen brethren. He doesn't need any more reminders of how things are falling apart around them. "More than two thirds are broken." He doesn't bother explaining what he means. The Seals are being broken, and they are all but powerless to stop Lilith from completing her goal. With each one they protect, another one falls. And if Castiel was honest with himself, he'd admit that they are fighting a losing battle in keeping the Seals unbroken.

But it's one with an end. And one he knows that is going to end in their favour. Because above all else, Castiel holds absolute faith in Dean Winchester. And with that, he's knows that the end will be in sight soon.

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She looks over at him again, and it strikes her as odd that she's relatively comfortable with it now, unafraid and unabashed. Though she keeps her distance, and she knows her place, there's something to be said about the way that their relationship has evolved since he arrived, not altogether too long after her. It's obvious to anyone that she doesn't trust him at all, keeps him at arm's length both in fear and out of some unspoken promise that, should she step too far, he just might find it within his so-called orders to end her entirely. But there are facets of her that he has no right to make calls on or conjectures about, and the way that she feels about this place is one of them.

"Don't tell me what I do and don't enjoy," she says, voice back to defensive and on edge. It makes her paranoid, to think that he might at all know what went on before Sam came back changed, what she let him do in order to become stronger, what she might let him do again if it means pushing them one step closer to killing Lilith.

It only pisses her off because he's right, in the end.

She snorts, more irritated than offended or actually angry, like someone's just pointed out that she's a brunette when she's so very obviously blond at the moment, and she's ready to make another comment about Castiel's presumptuousness when his voice comes out of nowhere and arrests her mid-sentence, to the point where her mouth is left somewhat open, tongue drinking down the bright light. Ruby doesn't react immediately, indifferent and blank, staring at him like he's just asked her to solve a very complicated math problem. She told Dean that she doesn't believe in the Devil, and she meant it, and she wants to know so badly what happened in four months to make her change her mind so much.

"What the hell are you idiots doing? Sitting around with your thumbs up your asses?" she explodes, turning her body to face him and taking a step closer. Castiel is taller, but Ruby's boots and looming presence tend to give her an advantage. "It's no wonder none of you have bothered killing me yet. Obviously the only way to get rid of a dog is to go to a dog."

Overlooking the fact that she had just called herself a dog, Ruby twists her mouth into a warped frown, not backing down. She's not even sure what the last Seal is, too far behind the times to keep up or know. Sam and Dean are of no use to her, and Castiel isn't the type of person to sit and share more than they already have, she feels. Ruby takes a minute to breathe but keeps her face pointed and pulled, waiting for something from the bull in the china shop.