Rolling onto his side, the thin sheets rolled down his body slightly, scrunching up around his body, constricting him tightly and forcing a deep groan of frustration from him. Thoughts of his encounter with Ruby just kept pushing to the front of his mind, keeping him awake. And his temperature seemed to rise every second that he thought about her… along with something else. Jolting upright in bed, Dean ran a hand through his hair, breathing heavily. "Pull yourself together Dean. She's a demon for Christ's sake." Pushing the covers from his body, he kicked his legs over the side of the bed, beads of sweat trickling down his brow and chest. Closing his eyes, he raised his hand to his eyes, rubbing them thoroughly and shaking his head. This could not be happening. He had feelings for the freakin' demon? No! No, no, no. Not feelings, never feelings.

Standing up, he made his way towards the window, pulling the blinds open and peering out into the cold, dreary streets below, the cold bitter breeze sweeping through the open window. The wind was a nice relief for him, considering just how hot he was at this moment. God he needed a shower.

Glancing down at the necklace hanging loosely from his neck, he held it up with his right hand, turning the trinket over in his hand slowly, long retained memories of Sammy flooding his head. Back then times were simpler. It was kill or be killed. No deals to be made, demons with ulterior motives. If only dad was still here, he'd have the answers, or he might at least know where to point his gun.

"Hey Dean." Rounding on the balls of his feet, Dean instinctively reached out for the gun on the table by the bed, raising to his eye level and aiming towards the source of the voice.

"Ruby, how did you get in here?" Any other time he'd met her, he wouldn't even flinch when pointing a weapon in her direction but now something had changed. The fact he was even holding the gun up seemed to be principle more than an actual need to. Up until a few hours ago, he would have shot her where she stood if he had the chance, but he didn't even feel remotely on edge around her anymore, at least not in the way that he felt in danger.

"The door was unlocked… sort of." Stepping into the room, she made her way towards the bed, sitting herself on it, giving him a view of the open doorway, the door barely hanging on by its hinges, apparently having been forced open. Leaning back, she propped herself up on her elbows, her expression unchanged despite the fact Dean had the gun trained on her head.

Shrugging his shoulders and dropping the gun to his side, he sighed helplessly, his voice low and rugged. "What are you still doing in town Ruby?"

"Making sure you don't hang yourself or something." Receiving a scolding look from him, Ruby's lips curved upwards into a small smirk, a light chuckle passing her parted lips as she pushed herself up from the bed.

"Listen, I have neither the time nor the patience so you can either get out or I throw you out." His tone seemed to be raising at this point, all that anger, slowly burning inside of him over the past year, beginning to roar out straight in Ruby's direction.

"No." She stated plainly.

"Ruby, leave now."

Shaking her head, she crossed her arms, stepping further into the room towards him. "Ruby!"

"No."

As if flicking a switch inside of him, Dean crossed the room quickly, grabbing Ruby with one hand, not even stopping to glance at her. Pushing her out of the open doorway, he slammed her into the wall on the other side of the hallway. Standing toe to toe, the two of them stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, their breathing heavy and chests rising up into each others almost in unison. Surging towards each other, their lips collided together in an unholy clash of passion and rage, their tongues immediately lashing out at each other. He could feel her teeth tearing into his lips, a little blood slipping from the open wounds she left. Just the feel of her long slender fingers tugging at his hair, threatening to rip it out at any moment, made him drop his gun to the floor, his hand moving to snake around her waist, pulling her body roughly into his. He knew it was wrong but it felt so right.

And then just as soon as it had started, the two pulled away from each other, the passion in their hearts still burning strongly, neither one of them wanting to admit it to the other of course. Acting as if they'd both just committed the worst crime known to man or demon, Ruby turned away from him and quickly made her way down the hallway, leaving Dean stood shell-shocked. He really needed a cold a shower.