He saw the look on her face, but didn't quite follow through on exactly what it was all about. Sam thought about it up until he stepped up to the next room, where he could - strangely enough - see another copy of himself, along with Ruby. He was downing pills, followed by alcohol Idiot, Sam instantly thought, that's not even halfway safe, are you completely out of your mind? He had to have been drunk, judging from the dark shadows that rung their way into the red of his eyes.
Sam edged his way further into the room. It was just as dark as the hall was. Windows boarded up, a big old spray painted trap circling the floor. It certainly didn't look like a place that he'd have liked to spend his time in. Not by a long shot.
"Hello?" He started, but neither of the two even so much as blinked in their direction. They were ghosts. Invisible. This, whatever it was, appeared to be nothing more than a memory. One that they were currently living in.
Ruby mentioned Dean. The other Sam held an arm up, an angry tone barking from him instantly. "I don't wanna talk about it," he snapped.