He continued walking until he was standing right on the edge of the devil's trap. He wouldn't be crossing it, not yet. Sam didn't say anything for a moment - couldn't, because Jimmy was still trying to come back to the living. He kept trying to say that Becca was right, it wasn't her, it was the other one, it was Azazel, he was the one who would do something like this, not her - but Sam was having none of it. She had to be in on it, this had Ruby written all over it.
"Vendetta?" His voice was low, and much more calm than he felt. "You trying to tell me you don't have the slightest bit of interest in getting back at us for what we did to you?" Then he pulled a flask of holy water out of his back pocket, already unscrewed, and tossed a good amount across her face. "Tell me where they are!"