Sam was making his way back from the corner store to the motel when he spotted movement out the corner of his eye. Looking to his right, he saw Ruby sitting on a park bench not too far away.
He quickly looked around in case Dean had come after him before making his way over.
"Hey Sam," she looked up as he approached.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Sam..."
"I'm a little busy right now, so unless you've got some good intel..."
"Busy. Huh. Busy getting it on with that brunette slut of yours? Oh wait, she's dead from the waist down."
"Do I sense jealousy?" Sam half teased, half scorned.
"Why would I be jealous of a slayer? If I'd been called into that life? I would have sold my soul to get out of it. r just killed myself."
"Before or after you sold it to Tammy?"
Ruby gave him a glare, before pulling a piece of scrap paper from her pocket.
"Here."
"What is it?" Sam asked, taking it.
"A job. It's a little further North, so you might want to get out the woolen socks."
"We're already on a job, how am I supposed to throw this on Dean?"
"Tell him you caught whiff of something Lilith related," Ruby shrugged.
"Like that'd work," Sam rolled his eyes.
"You could always tell him Bobby called you."
Sam hesitated, then shrugged.
"That works."
Ruby stood from the bench and started walking away.
"See you round Sam."
"That's it?" Sam followed her with his eyes.
"You want more? Seeing how your girlfriend can't perform and all?" Ruby turned, swaying her hips seductively.
"No thanks," Sam pulled a face.
"You know where to find me if you change your mind," Ruby smirked, turning to leave for good this time.