"Perhaps," she said, a smile flirting with the corners of her mouth. Ruby was having visions of the doctor-cum-scientist neatly, albeit literally, measuring five quarts of someone's blood.
"Five quarts...that's about what one of those ice cream tubs would hold," she added, holding up her hands to indicate a circle the approximate circumference of said five-quart pail. About enough to turn Sam Winchester into the boy who would be anti-Christ. But she wouldn't mention that here.
She couldn't help but think of the three vials of Azazel's blood that she had in her freezer, and wonder how they might affect a full grown man. "I read somewhere that if you take live cells from two different hearts and put them together, they'll start beating--or contracting, rather--in sync with each other. Is that true?"