Ruby

[ooc: For this picture. I had to do this for her after making her act like a five year old, she demands it.]

Ruby watched from her hiding spot as Sam buried his brother. It was kind of sad, really. Not the death, which had to happen, but how broken up Sam was. That poor thing. Poor, sad little puppy that needed someone to pet him and make it all better. That'd come later. After all, she had to "escape from Hell" first. Now was the time to put the fun in funeral.

She waited until Sam and Bobby were long gone, then approached the freshly shoveled dirt.

"A cross for a grave marker." She tilted her head a little. "Not exactly the best choice for you, Dean."

She shrugged off her jacket.

"Though I have to say, sacrificing yourself to save your brother? Downright saintly of you."

Her shirt was next to come off.

"You know, except for the whole deal with the devil thing."

She reached to unbutton her pants.

"But—you were right about me. Even though I really do want Lilith dead—it's not for the reasons he thinks I do. Funny thing is, you're helping push our plans along right now—but I'm not here to talk about that."

She tossed the last of her clothes onto the pile that was a few feet away from her, a bright but mischievous smile on her face.

"I'm here to dance naked on your grave."