Dean couldn't move, his eyes about to pop out of his head.
He usually found himself in serious pain when he was flat up against the wall facing a demon, but this time, it was all pleasure.
Dean looked down and despite his best effort, groaned loudly.
She was slowly running her tongue along the length of him through the denim.
He should want her gone, but damn if this wasn't a great feeling.
"Do it Ruby," he growled in a voice hardly his own.
She did.
And he finally understood why Sam had been unable to just say no.