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[He arches a brow at her calmly, noting the way she addresses him. Of course, that doesn't make him lower the gun but he does step closer instead.] Doesn't hurt me to find out for sure, does it? Now who are you and what are you doing?

I'm a friend of the Winchesters. [Okay, friend was a loose term.] And, I'm here to keep your daughter from getting ridden like a prize stallion in the kentucky derby. So, unless you'd prefer all of Dean's best friends from Hell showed up to borrow her body, you should let me finish what I'm doing.

[For a moment it seems like he might listen to her but then he narrows his eyes.] How do I know that this isn't a trick and you're not one of Dean's 'friends'?

Funny thing is, [her eyes go all black] I'm the best of both worlds.

[Noah doesn't need much encouragement after that, mainly because he's from the world of 'shoot first, ask questions later'. So he does just that. He aims at her shoulder before firing off one round, all because of her eyes going black.]

[Ruby just looks offended more than hurt and looks down at where the bullet's embedded in her skin.]

You son of a bitch! That hurt! I hope you know you're buying me a new jacket.

[He purses his lips kind of like "huh" as he eyes her shoulder before lowering his gun just a bit.]

Interesting.

Yeah. Big boys love their guns, I know, but how about you put it away and then we can talk? [She tugs at the hole in her jacket to get a look at the wound and groans.] Between you and Dean, this vessel's not gonna last much longer.

Well, dealing with...things...people...like you is a bit new for me. [Tucking the gun away, he disappears into his bathroom for a minute before returning with a first aid kit.]

Vessel?

Noticed. [She laughs at the first aid kit.] Seriously? [With a little roll of her eyes, she shrugs off the jacket, making an unpleasant face at the stiffness in her shoulder from the bullet.]

Yeah, vessel. You know, like Sammy is to Lucifer and Dean is to Michael? Demons don't come up here looking like themselves, they've got to ride a human. Don't worry, this one's empty. But, Elle Bishop's in lower Manhattan with an old friend of mine in her and I'm trying to keep that from happening to your little energizer bunny of a daughter.

Seriously. [He gives her a look]

[Whoa, back up there.] Wait. What's this about Sammy to Lucifer and Dean to Michael? And what happened to Elle?

... You mean you didn't know? [brb loling forever] Oh, this is rich.

[Now he looks completely unamused.] No, I didn't.

What do you think this Apocalypse is about? All that's happening, it's all just foreplay trying to get the hardy boys to let Michael and Lucifer slip into something more ... comfortable. Like, their bodies.

I had heard bits and pieces but I suppose they left out a few details. [He frowns, sitting down] And...does Claire know?

[He's almost afraid to ask.]

Well, hell, I thought so, but now I'm not so sure. [She's really visibly enjoying actually ... knowing this before someone.]

[He is silent for a minute or two before glancing at the bags she had been carrying.] What are those?

[Helloooooo, change of topic.]

Hexbags. They keep you safe from all kinds of things that go bump in the night. [quickly;] But, not angels. They won't hide you from them. Not these ones, anyway.

And why are you putting them in my apartment exactly?

Let me spell this out for you.

For angels to take a vessel, they need the person to say "yes." And, Lucifer wants your little girl's boyfriend bad. So bad, in fact, that he'd do whatever it takes to get him to say yes. You following? They're going to try to break him and you can bet your ass they're gonna use her to do it. See, she may be the energizer bunny now, but angels are pretty good at the whole ... screwing with people thing. Including what makes them special.

[He takes it all in, nodding slowly] I got it, thank you.

Good. I hate doing all the exposition, you'd think those idiots had never heard of a newsletter. [She holds out a hand, palm-up, waiting for him to hand over the first aid kit.] Now, if you don't mind?

Clearly that would be expecting too much. [He comments dryly, handing her the first aid kit] ...Do you need help with that?

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[She gives pause.] ... You'd help a demon?

Trust me, you're not the worse I've met. [He shrugs his jacket off, risng to his feet.]