Ruby

[ooc: Prompt here. Sam is unluckysammy, used without permission but with much love as a hopefully hilarious surprise for the mun!]

Sam had been confined to a hotel room while Dean searched for Bela, and Ruby was making sure it stayed that way. As much as she understood being bored out of his mind, she couldn't have him running off and getting himself killed. Especially not when she had some very good ideas of how to entertain him that wouldn't likely result in his death.

His willingness surprised her a little. I mean, sex with a demon? Was he even concerned there might be a girl trapped in there? There wasn't, but that was only because Ruby hated sharing. Whatever, if he wasn't arguing, she wasn't going to point anything out.

The clothes came off quickly enough, though she was sticking with the opinion that Sam wore far too many. It wasn't until he hit the bed and she'd climbed atop him that there was a problem.

"Sam?"

Mr. I-Lost-My-Rabbit's-Foot had knocked himself out on the headboard.

She patted his cheek to try to wake him, then moved her hands to cover nose and mouth.

No, wait, she couldn't do that. With his luck, she'd end up killing him.

"Damnit! Can't even get laid."