What do you want?

The whole morning had felt a little off to Ruby. Dean yelling her name across the entire damn camp like there had been a murder only convinced her the day would get worse. She couldn't have been more wrong.

Dean had wanted to throw him in a cell and lock him up. Ruby had tried to convince him that this wasn't Lucifer. She was only mildly successful because another crisis needed Dean's attention. She hauled Sam to her room, locked the door, and searched his bag. She sniffed his clothes and rifled through his things. She put his gun in one of her drawers. She made tea to help the inevitable headache that he was going to wake up with and set it on the side table.

When Sam woke up, she put her knitting to one side and perched on the edge of the chair. "Hey, Puppy. Everyone but me thinks you're Lucifer. You're locked in here because of that, and I'll be happy to show you around, but I'm officially your bodyguard slash chaperone while you're here. Also, how the fuck are you here?"