One second he was pacing his bedroom like a caged animal, the next he was standing in a crowded area with a bunch of people that he either wanted to avoid, kill, or...well, the others just confused him. What was going on?
Sam watched as Castiel and Faith both obediently bowed to the figures before them. He didn't know who they were or what they were all about, but as much as Sam wanted to start demanding explanations on the situation, he was able to figure that doing as much would be considered...disrespectful? At least in the tone of voice he had planned on using. Looking terribly uncertain, Sam stepped in close to Faith, but he didn't quite bother to kneel or bow or anything like that. Why would he? Why should he care about them? And what the hell did they want to talk about?
An annoyed hitch took up his throat, but it was stifled when he caught sight of Ruby's profile. Blood! She had the blood! She was a lying, traitorous bitch, but...blood! A tempted look was quick to find him and he instantly leaned forward, eyes desperately seeking out any sign of a bare wrist or a familiar glint of her knife. This lasted for a long moment before he realized that he was being an idiot. An idiot who could not, for the life of him, stop staring at her in a cross between a look of mangled need and fury all at once.