"What the hell do you know?" The Memory Sam said irritably, glaring off at Ruby. There was a bitterness in his voice that Sam remembered using before himself. Dean must still be dead, he realized. That was why he looked so screwed up. So full of hatred. The memories of how dark and miserable he was when he first washed up in L.A., right after Dean's death, drove into him just then. This wasn't a pleasant thing to watch. And Sam wasn't even halfway aware of what it was that they were about to witness.
"I used to be human," Ruby responded, moving toward him, "and I still remember what it feels like to lose someone."
Sam stepped back, shooting Heather a confused look. Why was this relevant to what Uriel was talking about? Ruby had placed a hand on the Memory Sam's shoulder, apologizing for Dean's death. But he shook her off. Looking back to the pair, Sam watched, his stomach twisting unpleasantly as Ruby leaned toward him. "Sam, you're not alone." And then she kissed him.
"Heather," he warned, tripping backward, "no, we don't need to see this, we already..."