"I don't want your help," he snarled. "And a warning might have prevented all of this." He waved his knife in the air and lowered it to his side. He did not, however, put it away. It was there, right in his grasp, almost daring Trance to try and do something. "So, what? You have visions or something?" It sounded a lot like him. Except his stopped a year ago. Sam was certain that the last of his demonic powers had vanished right after the YED had been killed. But then, of course, when Lilith attempted to finish him off her abilities didn't effect him at all. And Ruby seemed determined to bring out whatever abilities that he had. They were dormant, she had said. And he had to bring them out.
Over his dead body. He would not become another Jake or Ava. He wasn't going to lose control and murder a bunch of people. And he certainly wasn't going to go and lead a demonic army to take over the world.
He'd rather die. Again.
"I'm not a demon," Sam replied. "I don't know how your way of logic works."