"Still don't think I could kill her, Dean. Not again. Not twice…" he said as he ran a huge hand through his too long brown hair. Man, he wished his other self had been a little more forth coming. But, if they'd been pulled from around the same time, he could see why he wasn't. There were just…things he wasn't going to tell Dean. Not now, not ever. The likely hood that he'd find Ruby were slim, so his normal, almost nightly ritual would have to be put on hold. But Sam could already feel the need creeping up the back of his neck, like ants were crawling on him. He ribbed the back of his neck in mock frustration, when in truth he just needed to calm himself down long enough to go back to his room and get one of his flasks.
"I'm she's a peach, Dean," he teased again, rolling his eyes. He figured if they were hanging out, she was probably pretty cool…maybe even cool enough to hold her own in fight. Now that would be cool.