"Actually, I haven't," Sam replied, looking a bit skeptical. How many French men did it take? No, that couldn't be a literal question. Sam would wait for the punchline. It was better than trying to count up all the possibilities before realizing that it was a joke that he wouldn't have been able to evaluate the conclusion for in the first place. Dean would be mocking him right about now for taking it all so seriously.
"Except I worry that 'angel boy' is being too distracted by his relationship with her to focus on the tiny things that Ruby has been known for getting away with," Sam muttered, shaking his head. He had respect for Castiel, that was a given. But Sam couldn't quite understand why he had accepted Ruby back into his graces so easily. He couldn't talk, of course. But at least he wasn't best friends with her right about now. Sam didn't intend for that one to ever happen again either.
"'Cause...I dunno." Sam could tell that she didn't like where this was going. Sam didn't like it either. He awkwardly shifted in his chair and exhaled slowly. "It's complicated, Faith." Normally, that was where he'd let the subject go. He'd hope that she wouldn't push it and be done with it. Less awkward, more skipping ahead to the stuff that wasn't so frustrating and difficult. Instead, Sam looked down, sighed, and said, "I guess I...miss it. Talking with her. Which..." He looked up again, frowning. "It's stupid. And I hate that I'm doing it, but at the same time I want to because I need to figure out why in the hell she keeps trying. Why won't she back down?"