The suddenness of their entrance had Ruby tensing up and automatically at a loss on what to do. It was rare that she wound up on the receiving end of this kind of thing, and suddenly she had an idea of why Sam had acted like it was so goddamn unnerving all the time. At first, she didn't even manage to process who it was, just that they were talking and they were in Sam's room. It was so many levels of bad news --
And then it hit her. The stench of the angel -- Castiel, the guy had called him? -- his Grace was overpowering. Her eyes flashed dark, pupils dilating until they had encapsulated the entirety of her eyes in that inky darkness, reflecting a certain kind of hollow darkness within. Immediately, she raised a hand, waving it back towards Sam and stepping between him and the intruders.
How stupid was she right now? Putting herself between him and an angel. But whatever they were here for, it couldn't possibly be good news and as much as she wanted to hold onto that self preservation, there was something in Sam that was a whole lot more important to be preserved.
"Sam, get back," she barked. A surprising thing happened then, something she hadn't intended. A power thrumming through her veins, concentrating in the hand that was thrown out in Sam's direction. And a force, strong and invisible, moved out from that point as she flung her hand backwards to keep him back, hurling Sam into the wall behind him, above his bed.
Oops.
It was enough to distract her from the angel and the seething rage that was filling her at the sheer sight of him. She looked backwards, a little frantic and discombobulated, worried at the sound of crashing that accompanied his fall.
Immediately she hurled a glare that was meant to distract from her own failure at Castiel and his nameless but equally guilty companion.
"A lot of things are wrong with Castiel. Crashing into rooms unannounced is just the tip of the friggen iceberg." She seethed. It was mostly directed at Castiel, though it was in unsolicited response to his companion's question and generally addressed him.
no subject
And then it hit her. The stench of the angel -- Castiel, the guy had called him? -- his Grace was overpowering. Her eyes flashed dark, pupils dilating until they had encapsulated the entirety of her eyes in that inky darkness, reflecting a certain kind of hollow darkness within. Immediately, she raised a hand, waving it back towards Sam and stepping between him and the intruders.
How stupid was she right now? Putting herself between him and an angel. But whatever they were here for, it couldn't possibly be good news and as much as she wanted to hold onto that self preservation, there was something in Sam that was a whole lot more important to be preserved.
"Sam, get back," she barked. A surprising thing happened then, something she hadn't intended. A power thrumming through her veins, concentrating in the hand that was thrown out in Sam's direction. And a force, strong and invisible, moved out from that point as she flung her hand backwards to keep him back, hurling Sam into the wall behind him, above his bed.
Oops.
It was enough to distract her from the angel and the seething rage that was filling her at the sheer sight of him. She looked backwards, a little frantic and discombobulated, worried at the sound of crashing that accompanied his fall.
Immediately she hurled a glare that was meant to distract from her own failure at Castiel and his nameless but equally guilty companion.
"A lot of things are wrong with Castiel. Crashing into rooms unannounced is just the tip of the friggen iceberg." She seethed. It was mostly directed at Castiel, though it was in unsolicited response to his companion's question and generally addressed him.