And there it was. The self-righteousness that she knew was bound to crop up sooner or later. Sam didn't wanna get his hands dirty -- or maybe, he just didn't want to get his hands dirty in front of Dean. Whichever it was, it made things a helluva lot more complicated right outta the gate. Which wasn't something she was loving.
When Dean piped in suggesting Ruby be the diversion, she cast him the most venomous look she could manage. The sense of entitlement that accompanied everything that came out of his mouth was enough to drive a girl crazy. And not in the fun way. If Sam weren't there, she'd be more than happy to get her hands around his throat and --
But, he was. So, she tempered her annoyance by gritting her teeth.
"Oh, that's right. You missed the memo. I already died, dumbass. Twice. Tell you what, when you drop into Hell and get out the other side, then we'll talk about tough." She shot Sam a quick look before glaring back at Dean. "So, how about for now, you just shut your yap and let the grown-ups talk?" This time, when she turned her attention on Sam, it was more permanent.
"I'm all juiced up for once; I could probably drop in and pull 'em out by force if I have to. In that cozy under their skin way. And considering your brother," she rolled her eyes, not even looking at Dean as she spoke about him like he wasn't there, "generally does a pretty good job of making an idiot out of himself, I'd say he could probably run up a decent distraction."
As she spoke, she began to look around the wood, thoughtful.
"Gonna need a place to stash this outfit in the meantime, though. And hope she doesn't start rotting." The things she did for Winchesters. Ugh. If the body were alive, it wouldn't be an issue. And they might even have some extra help. But, no. Sam and his poor little baby consent issues. Hopefully they wouldn't bounce to life now when she was trying to possess them for a little positive outcome.
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When Dean piped in suggesting Ruby be the diversion, she cast him the most venomous look she could manage. The sense of entitlement that accompanied everything that came out of his mouth was enough to drive a girl crazy. And not in the fun way. If Sam weren't there, she'd be more than happy to get her hands around his throat and --
But, he was. So, she tempered her annoyance by gritting her teeth.
"Oh, that's right. You missed the memo. I already died, dumbass. Twice. Tell you what, when you drop into Hell and get out the other side, then we'll talk about tough." She shot Sam a quick look before glaring back at Dean. "So, how about for now, you just shut your yap and let the grown-ups talk?" This time, when she turned her attention on Sam, it was more permanent.
"I'm all juiced up for once; I could probably drop in and pull 'em out by force if I have to. In that cozy under their skin way. And considering your brother," she rolled her eyes, not even looking at Dean as she spoke about him like he wasn't there, "generally does a pretty good job of making an idiot out of himself, I'd say he could probably run up a decent distraction."
As she spoke, she began to look around the wood, thoughtful.
"Gonna need a place to stash this outfit in the meantime, though. And hope she doesn't start rotting." The things she did for Winchesters. Ugh. If the body were alive, it wouldn't be an issue. And they might even have some extra help. But, no. Sam and his poor little baby consent issues. Hopefully they wouldn't bounce to life now when she was trying to possess them for a little positive outcome.