Sam wasn't going to let Azazel turn him into anything. Sam was himself. And if he ever made any drastic changes like that, which he was determined to not let happen in the first place, then it would be on his own watch and not anyone elses. The fact that Ruby was mocking him about it didn't exactly make him feel any better. In fact, it only pissed him off even more than he already was.
"I think you're delusional," he snarled.
He found that he was a lot closer to her than he was actually comfortable with. If he was in his right state of mind, Sam would have pulled back in disgust right then and there. Instead he kept glaring at her, his grip iron tight on the wrist that he had clamped onto.
"You want to talk about fucking up perfectly good plans, Ruby? What about ours? Castiel doesn't agree, so you side with him. And then, because he's just so willing, you screw around with him. Literally. You know what it's starting to look like to me?" His fingers tightened even more around her wrist while his eyes, usually so quiet and observant, shot daggers into her own. "It's all about the power, isn't it? You'll gladly ride shotgun with whoever has the most. The person that can protect you the most, because you know that Lilith is gunning for you and your little one-way trip straight back to the pit again. I may stand a chance against her, but Castiel guarantees protection, doesn't he? So you'll keep slamming him, knowing that he'll fall head over heels for you. And then you're safe. A security net, wrapped all around you while Castiel puts both himself and his career as an angel on the line. Just so YOU won't have to SUFFER for what YOU did to YOURSELF."
His words were cold. The most unsettling thing about it was that he wasn't yelling. Sam usually chose to scream out his words when he was angry. Now he was strong in tone, but unusually quiet at the same time. "You don't give half a damn about what it is that I've been trying to do, do you?"