Dean stared at the ceiling, attempting to count every granule of plaster popcorn that was splattered above him. His hands rested on either side of him, he lay straight in the small twin bed, his posture was tense – twitchy even, and his eyebrows kept doing this furrowing as he thought and absent mindedly bit the inside of his lip. He then ran a hand through his hair fast as he sat up, making it, if possible – even more bed head-ish than it had seconds before. He then slumped against the headboard of the squeaky bed, crossing his arms as he did so and pursing his lips – he glared at the wall across from him.

Ruby.

The bane of Dean's existence, the disgusting succubus black eyed demon bitch, whose only purpose as far as Dean knew was to steal his brother away from him with the seductive curves she so subtly drew attention to with her choice of clothing…

Dean was pissed, Ruby was in town of course and was no doubt with Sam right now, there was nothing he could do about this.

I mean, as far as I know there's no such thing as Skank repellant…I know, it's called a gun and I use it by unloading the entire fuckin magazine into the head of that cocky little bitch smirk she wears whenever she looks at me…bitch…cocky, manipulative, Skank, mother-fuckin black-eyed two faced bitch…

The slew of insults Dean had where endless and just pry for the course compared to the uncontrollable rage and hatred he felt whenever she walked through a door.

Sam and Dean had just finished up a case and had decided to kick back in town for a few days till they found another case, It was Sam's turn to get the take-out, so Dean had used the alone time to take a hot shower – which he soaked in till the water ran warm. He checked out some of the paper view XXX channels, but he'd already seen Casa Erotica 5 and there was only so much leather he could take, bondage wasn't really his thing.

So left to his thoughts he began to think of Ruby, she'd showed up halfway through the case with some "secret Intel" on the case, which as usual annoyed the shit outta Dean.

Because, one this was his and Sammy's case and two because she was a demon and of course she'd be privy to that type of fuckin information, she was one of the black eyed nazis. Plus her presence was annoying too, she always wanted to talk to Sam – her eyes where always on Sam and whenever she looked at Dean she was either pissed or being an arrogant son of bitch.

"That was ass…it tasted like ass, was that ass?"

"It's called Witchcraft, short-bus."

Dean groaned angrily at this memory as he stood up and walked the two steps to the television and flipped it on as he heard the impala approach outside, if he wasn't watching T.V Sam automatically would start playing twenty questions like the mother-frickin-hen he was and Dean was just not in the mood. Especially because the click of the boots outside his door didn't exactly sound like any pair of shoes Sam owned.

Sam walked in, two pizza boxes balancing on one arm and he used the other to pull the brown hood of his head. His crazy brown hair matted to his head and his nose pinkish he smiled at Dean. "Dinner's ready." Sam said with pride at the food he didn't just cook. Ruby stepped into the room seconds later closing the door behind her. At first she ignored Dean, who just stood still and stared at her as if willing her to disappear. After she placed down the two liters of coca-cola and the plastic cups, she then glanced up at Dean through the long blonde wisps of hair in her face.

"What?" she asked bluntly as she sat down at the small hotel table, flipping open the box and grabbing a slice of pizza, Dean's gaze narrowed.

"Sam," Dean was no longer sharing the smiling; Sam gulped and stared anxiously between Dean and Ruby.

"I ran into ruby on the way out of the Pizza shop and she had soda with her so we just decided to…you know," he looked away from his brother, whose expression was now livid, and then nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "I invited her to eat with us." Sam found his strength in his last few words and looked right into Dean's green eyes, daring him to make a scene.

He decided not to and ate silently as Sam and Ruby talked about various things of no importance.

For some strange reason Ruby was still hanging around after Sam went into the bathroom to take a shower. Dean was cleaning his guns on his bed, ruby sat comfortably on the one next to him. Her legs propped up on the bed, boots and jacket still on, she stared blindly into the screen illuminated across from her, once more ignoring Dean.

"Why are you still here?"

"Why are you still talking?" She responded fast, and glanced side-ways at him, lips parted slightly – ready to make another fast retort.

Dean clenched his jaw, and his grip on the gun tightened, attempting to control the impulse to unload his gun, as he'd previously imagined early, into her head.

Ruby glanced over at Dean again, his hand grasped tightly around the silver gun, she mock frowned at it and then smirked again as she looked to his face. He was no longer looking at her but at his gun, cleaning it angrily now. She studied his face for a moment, his lips where moving fast, talking under his breath maybe? She didn't care enough to attempt to hear or read his lips. His eyebrows were furrowed, she saw them like that so much she would be surprised if they weren't just stuck that way. And then she looked at the perfectly symmetrical nose and the field of freckles that dotted across it – that where only visible in certain light because they were so translucent against his tanned skin.

He glanced back up at her, she was removing her jacket, he looked back at his gun – if he didn't look at her he'd be less like to shoot her. He glanced again, she was slumped into the pillows behind her a bit and he eyes where beginning to droop.

Do Demons sleep?

Dean's eyes then fell to her chest, which moved up and down at a slow rhythmic pace, she was wearing a black shirt with a low cut collar, which framed her cleavage in black lace.

Dean's eyes began to do laps across her body and then back up to her full, pink lips and across her silky golden blonde hair…then he stopped.

"What the…" he clenched his jaw and stood up and turned away, a hand pressed against his hair – line as his eyes stared at the floor, moving quickly but seeing nothing.

What am I thinking?

She'd looked so normal and human, her face was relaxed as she rested and she was…she was…beautiful. As soon as Dean thought it his stomach twisted and his hand moved to it instantly grabbing at his lower abdomen, grimacing slightly at the sudden and unexplainably exciting sensation. He slowly sat back down on the bed, resting his elbows on his knees.

He was Dean Winchester he hated Ruby.

He heard the shower cut off in the other room, he then took a deep breath and glanced back.

She was awake…and flipping through the channels with an antique remote, she saw his looking and the turned to him, "What?" her voice dull. She narrowed eyes, scowling and then turned back to the television. Dean turned back around, sighing out of relief or disappointment…he didn't particularly want to know which it was.

Sam walked out of the bathroom; Dean stood up immediately and walked to it, grabbing a green towel off the floor.

"I thought you already took a shower?" Sam turned around, watching Dean go inside, rubbing his head with his towel as he waited for his brother's response. Dean didn't turn to him but simply said, "Nope. Too much porn so little time, I didn't have time earlier."

And then he closed the door.

Sam just shrugged and did that little thing he did with the side of his mouth and then turned back around and started talking to Ruby.

Dean stood with his back against the door, jaw clinched – he needed a shower to clear his head.

Dean Winchester was not attracted the black-eyed witch Skank, no. no. No. no. No.