[h2]Ruby[/h2]

There was something about possessing a body that had already been so close to death that just made it feel... nastier. She allowed herself to be consumed by the hot water for as long as she felt necessary to get all of the surface grime off at least. She sighed, she wasn't sure how long she'd been in the shower, but she knew it had been a while. She got out and wrapped her hair up and dried herself before getting dressed. She could hear the conversation, faintly, going on between Sam and whoever had been at the door. She couldn't make out what was being said, but she knew they were still talking. This caused her to roll her eyes. People really just needed to leave them be. There was still too much to do!

She started brushing out her hair and started the hairdryer. She wasn't about to look unpresentable when she got out of the bathroom, especially if this person hadn't left yet. This was getting annoying. She had heard the talks of Dean being save from Hell, but the likelihood of it just didn't seem high. Especially given who she had been hearing it from. And if that were the case, he would be none too happy to know what she and Sam had been doing this whole time he was gone. Sure, once she found him again, she knew Sam had been trying his hardest to get Dean back, but that was the thing with deals. You got your time and then your soul belonged to Hell. Something she knew all too well.

She turned off the hairdryer and soon her phone rang. She looked at the name and raised a brow before answering it. "Hello?" she asked.

"You're going to have to watch your back. One of Azazel's old pets showed her face again, and I know how you and this one were." the voice on the other end said. 

"Who are you talking about?" she asked, sitting on the closed toilet.

"Aurelia. She's finally resurfaced, and one can only imagine why. Just watch your back." they said. There was a click before Ruby stared at the phone. That wasn't good. Aurelia knew her affiliations almost better than anyone, but she also knew that Aurelia was a tricky sort. No one knew her better than Azazel and Meg. With Azazel dead and Meg in the wind it was hard to know what would make her come out of hiding. She sighed, and decided perhaps it was time to get out of the bathroom. She could only delay so long. 

"That was-" she began, but she saw the man at the door. "Guessing not the pizza then. Oh well."

Something about this one didn't feel right either... She shrugged a bit and took her dirty clothes and placed them with her other things before sitting down. She wouldn't interject in the conversation until she felt Sam wanted her too. It was usually best if she stayed quiet and played the part of the 'hook-up.' And that was her intention, plus now she had other things to worry about.