Ruby: I'm right where you are.
Dean: Imagine that.
Hendrickson: How do we kill her?
Sam: We don't.
Hendrickson: She's a demon.
Sam: She's here to help us.
Dean: Are you kidding?
Ruby: Are you going to let me out?
Dean: And they say chivalry's dead.
Ruby: Does anyone have a breath mint? Some guts splattered in my mouth- While I was killing my way in here.
Sam: How many are out there?
Ruby: 30, atleast. That's so far.
Hendrickson: Thirty hitmen, all gunning for us.
Dean: Who sent them?
Ruby: You didn't tell Dean? I'm surprised.
Dean: Tell me what?
Ruby: There's a big new Up-And-Comer. Real pied piper.
Dean: Who is he?
Ruby: Not he. Her. Her name is Lilith.
Dean: Lilith?
Ruby: And she really wants Sam's intestines on a stick. 'Cause she sees him as competition.
Dean: You knew about this? Gee- Sam! Is there anything else I should know?
Ruby: How about the two of you talk about this later? We'll need the Colt.
Sam: It was stolen.
Ruby: I'm sorry, I must have blood in my ear. I thought I just heard you say that you were stupid enough to let the Colt get grabbed out of your thick, clumsy, idiotic hands. This is just peachy.
Sam: Ruby-
Ruby: Shut up.
Sam: Fine.
Ruby: Since- I don't see that there's any other option- There's one other way I know to get you out of here alive.
Dean: What's that?
Ruby: I know a spell. It'll vaporize every demon in a one-mile radius. Myself included. So- you let the Colt out of your sight, And now I have to die. So- next time, Be more careful.
Dean: How's that for a dying wish?
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