No, blonde you was just a total bitch, Sam thought to himself, rolling his eyes. Seriously? This was what he had come out to? Ruby picking out chicks for Dean to bang? God. He ran the palm of his hand over his face and groaned. There was a pool table here, right? Maybe he could slip off and start playing for a while. The idea of hustling instantly came to mind, but the fact that he didn't need to do that anymore brushed the thought from his mind quickly enough.
"Just don't do anything stupid," he advised. The temptation to drink himself into a ridiculous stupor suddenly increased. And now he knew exactly why.