Sam: one. Ruby: zero. Just how he liked it. And, man, how he had liked it. There was nothing more satisfying than knowing that he was able to get to her. Except for the moment where he did, of course.
Sam sat up slowly, hair falling into his eyes as he moved. Somewhere distantly, in the back of his mind, he remembered that Dean was still back at their motel room, probably waiting to hear if there was any word on the case. That was riding backseat to what was going on now, even though he did momentarily wonder if he was wasting too much time here trying to please Ruby. How much time had actually passed already? Was he pushing it too far? All concerns. And they vanished the second that Ruby told him to take his pants off.
At the very least, Dean couldn't complain about him using his upstairs brain too much anymore. When it came to Ruby, Sam didn't use it as much as he should have. As much as he normally would have.
He climbed off of her and began to unbuckle the belt wrapped around his waist. Sam was pretty convinced that this was the part where he'd be allowed to force those noises out of her again, but her comment about standing up threw him off a bit. Stand up? Stand up for what?
Frowning, Sam swung his legs off the bed and stood up, kicking his jeans off. His shirt went as well, leaving him stripped down to his boxers. Then he turned, shooting Ruby an inquisitive look. It seemed like she had needed a chance to breathe. Get back in control of herself. Maybe that was why he was standing up. Sam felt smug all over again. "Feeling okay over there?"