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[She gives a smarmy smile.] I've been through Hell, Bennet. Literally. A little pain never killed anyone. [The question makes her sigh a little, though.]

Do all of you have to ask me that? [Tentative pause. She finds a spot on the wall to stare at rather than looking at him.] A lot of demons lose their humanity in the Pit. All that pain, the torture, that's the point. It turns you into one of us. That's not how it is for me. I remember what being human's like. So, maybe I'm a little more ... sentimental.

Still figured you'd like a warning. [He's being polite, shh.]

I figure I can ask since I didn't know before. [He braces her before he starts to work on her shoulder. He listens to her quietly as he focuses on digging out the bullet slowly, using small movements as he doesn't want to make the hole too much bigger than before. He ignores the blood running down her arm because he'll give her a shirt later.]

[Dropping the bullet onto the table, he moves onto cleaning the wound.] So how hard is it to learn to be a hunter?

[She grits her teeth, looking away and clearly trying not to be an uke bitch about the pain.} God, it stings like a motherfucker. Every time. [She gives a hissed sound of relief when the bullet's out of her, because the cleaning stings a hell of a lot less in comparison.]

Not hard. There's a couple basics, but it's mostly experience -- why? You looking to sign up? Or, are you looking into it for lil' old Nancy Drew?

Sorry. [He mutters an apology when she complains]

No. I'd rather keep Claire out of this but it's clear she's not going to tell me anything. [He clenches his jaw because his life as a father is hard, okay? Cleaning the wound, he glances sideways at her.] I can't help her or any of them when I don't know what I'm going up against. So I would like to learn.

[The fact that he actually apologized for hurting her makes her pause and look around a little skittishly. God that was weird, he was treating her like a ... person.]

Kids, right? [She rolls her eyes exaggeratedly.] Can't live with him, can't continue the species without 'em. [At the request, she fixes her gaze on his, studying, scrutinizing.] Once you know what's out there, you can't turn back, you know that, right? It's not plane tickets and big guns and paper pushing like your apple pie middle class life. It's dirty and it's bloody and it doesn't end well. For anybody.

[He catches the fact that she's getting skittish and he arches a brow at her for it but says nothing. Some people just aren't used to kindness.]

Sometimes I wonder if that wouldn't be for the best. [The whole not continuing the species. Don't ask. As she scrutinizes him, he starts stitching the wound up.] I'm fine with dirty and bloody, and things not ending well. [He's been well trained for it after all.]

[She sets her jaw, trying not to cringe with each stitch. Hell really gives you a heck of a pain tolerance.]

Sounds like I've got something you want. How about I cut you a deal?

[Clearly. A lot of people he knows would be blubbering by now.]

What kind of deal?

[Oh, but that last one made her choke back a gasp. She swears under her breath, trying to keep that in-control smirk on her face, but it's obviously forced.]

The kind where you get something you want, and I get something I want. You're buddies with the Winchesters, right? They trust you?

[Thankfully he's done, so now he can cover the wound with some bandaging.] I've got some pain killers. [He's offering some if she wants them.]

[He arches a brow before shrugging.] I'm not sure how much they do but I think so. Why?

I'll be okay. [She leans her head back against the wall, letting out a slow relieved sigh before she fixes her gaze back on him.]

Because, they have something of mine and I want it back. I'll train you, but in exchange I want you to get it back for me. Do you think you can do that?

Okay. [He can offer her the next best thing though; the bottle of vodka that Brooke didn't let him finish. Which he does, along with a glass.]

What do you need from them? [He starts cleaning up the mess from cleaning her wound.]

[That kind of medicine, she will take. In a half-glass kind of dose.]

They've got my knife.

A knife? [He arches a brow at her.] You want me to get a knife back from them?

The thing's riddled in witchcraft -- ancient stuff that's not easy to put on any old pigsticker. I'm pretty attached to this one and they stole it from me. I just want what's mine, that's all.

You know it might take me awhile to get it from them, right? I'll want to start training before then.

Oh, I know. That's the thing, though. You agree to do this, you're making a deal with a demon. You're locked in. I don't have to take you at your word because you have to do it. So, yeah, I'll train you. But, you will get me that knife, one way or another. [Yeah, that ... only works with crossroads demons but she's going to go ahead and pretend it works with her too and coax him into thinking he's stuck. :3 Congrats, Noah.]

[Ruby, you're underestimating how far he'll go to protect his daughters. He'd make a deal with Lucifer himself to do so.] Fine.

[She sets her drink aside, sitting forward some, looking very at home.]

Good. Just one little thing, though. Sealing a deal with a demon requires a little something. [Look, if she's going to play him, she's going to play it legit, ok?]

[He arches a brow at her again.]

And what's that?

Not much. Just a kiss. You're lucky I'm not a stronger demon, though. They ask for a lot more.

...A kiss seals the deal?

Piece of cake, right? [She raises a brow almost like she's daring him and then looks down at herself with a shrug.] Don't worry, Mr. B, it's all me in here. I recycle. Go green! [She makes a kind of rooting gesture with her first, like "go, Earth!" Bullshitting him into thinking his soul's on the line if he doesn't get that knife? Ace.] It's a choice. Kind of like veganism, but more ... sketchy demonic veganism.

[If he thinks about it, kissing a demon is probably not the worse thing he's ever done.] Fine.

[Honestly, he's not worried about his soul. He's pretty sure he's going to Hell in the long run anyways, so why not just throw more fuel on the fire for when that day comes. He sits down on the edge of the table in front of her again, deciding he'll let her lead since he doesn't really know what kind of kiss she means.]

Good. [She scoots off the couch, kneeling in front of him and bracing a hand on either side of him on the coffee table. She leans up and kisses him thoroughly. After a minute, she pulls back. When she does, she's smirking and looking thoroughly amused because mmm manipulating people.] How about we start Monday?