Ruby

Hell wasn't a place anyone liked to be, unless they were nine levels of crazy. Ruby was not. How she managed to maintain the slightest bit of sanity after centuries upon centuries in this prison was beyond comprehension. She thought maybe it had been the strength of her soul, maybe on par with John Winchester, who spent a full century on the rack without breaking before he escaped with her and hundreds of other demons. She would never know for sure. Not many like him made it down there, and if they had their way, no one else ever would.

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