Ruby walks into the motel room where she is surprised to find Dean waiting for her.

"Where's Sham?" she asks flatly.

"Sam had to go do laundry. It's just you and me…"

"But, he called me to come meet him here."

Dean raises an eyebrow, "That was me, Ruby…"

"Why would you…what'sh going on, Dean?"

"Sam told me everything, Ruby…about how you took advantage of him and used his body for your own lusty purposes…about how he was just a helpless pawn manipulated by your demony wiles into being the bean stalk to your Jack."

Ruby's nostrils flare, "That'sh not true! I love Sham! I've been redeemed! I've sheen the errorsh of my waysh and I have been shaved!"

"Relax…I'm good with you doing my brother…"

Ruby's eyes open wide "You …you are?"

Dean nods, "Sure…I mean, who am I to judge? Demons are people too, right? You're all just misunderstood…"

"That'sh right…I'm glad you're ok with all thish. I thought you'd be more upshet."

Dean shakes his head, "No…but it did make me think that maybe you ought try the other side of the coin before making a decision…"

Ruby looks confused, "What do you mean?"

"Well, only trying on one Winchester is kinda like having your apple pie naked. You gotta try it with the cream on top before you make your decision."

"And you're the cream?"

"Of the crop, sweetheart…"

"Aren't you worried about Sham finding out?"

"Are you going to tell him? I sure won't…"

"Well, I mean…I've never thought about you that way but…you are kinda cute, I guess…in a lawn-mower cut your hair, prettier than I am kinda way…Oh, what the hell…let'sh do it!"

"Awesome! You sit right over here. I'll do a strip tease for you…"

Dean reaches up and starts to unbutton his flannel shirt. Slowly, his fingers move from button to button, his eyes never leaving Ruby's. He reaches the ends of the buttons and pulls off the shirt. He reaches up and starts to unbutton his next flannel shirt. Slowly, his fingers move from button to button, his eyes never leaving Ruby's. He reaches the ends of the buttons and pulls off the shirt.

Ruby starts to look mildly uncomfortable.

Dean runs his hands up his body and starts on the third flannel shirt. He sensuously unbuttons that shirt and pulls it off slowly. His t-shirt hugs his muscular chest and tight torso.

Ruby begins to get red in the face. Her demon-eyes turn black.

Dean pulls off his t-shirt slowly over his head. He flexes his biceps and Ruby gasps, coughing up a burp of black smoke.

Dean pulls off his next t-shirt, slowly off one arm and then off the other and again, over his head.

Ruby's face gets redder and redder. She coughs again and a larger plume of smoke comes out. She starts to hyperventilate, panting with desire at the sight of Dean's still t-shirt clad body.

Dean finally pulls off the last t-shirt slowly over his head and drops it to the floor.

Her chest heaving with passion, Ruby is trembling, barely able to contain herself.

Dean runs his hands over his bare chest and Ruby hacks up another tendril of smoke. He smiles at her and reaches down to undo the top button of his jeans.

As he slowly slides down the zipper, Ruby starts to retch, her black demony-smoke rolling out of her in waves. She falls to the ground, coughing and hacking up her demon fog. She puts a hand over her mouth and Dean flexes his pecs at her. That sends her over the edge and with one final gasp, the last of her demon smoke is spewed out.

With her end breath, she looks up to see Dean smiling down at her menacingly. "You see, Ruby…there's no way I'd ever touch a skank like you and neither should my brother!"

He watches as the smoke rises up towards a devil's trap on the ceiling. Her soul is sent back to hell and the lifeless meat suit smolders on the ground.

Sam comes in the room with a bag of laundry. He sees Ruby's dead body on the ground, "Dean, what the hell happened to Ruby?"

"Sam, I had to do it. There's no way I'd ever trust a demon and you wouldn't listen to me. I had to send her back to hell. And now I know I'm just as special as you are. You may have demon blood but I have holy pecs! You have to use your mind to send demons back to hell but all I have to do is get naked and they smite themselves!"

"Great…you were full of yourself before…now, there'll be no living with you…"

"Come on, Sam…we have to get you steam-cleaned to make sure you didn't catch any demon diseases and then we have to get you laid by a living, breathing, human, woman! And you're going to forget all about how you did it with a demon. It's all a bad memory." Dean waves his hand at Sam, "These aren't the droids you're looking for…"

"Dude…cut it out…"