"My Dad is just trying to be supportive, Ruby," Sam said, his tone of voice slightly more argumentative than it had been before. "Sure, I know he's smart enough to figure out the nasty details on his own, but he's been trying to support me and Dean and everyone else and I'm not so sure that he's even sane right now." That last part probably didn't need to be said, but it was true. Sam had been uncertain about his Dad ever since he agreed to take part of this entire exorcism. It was usually different. They'd argue, ignore each other, then slowly drift back together again. And then they'd argue some more when Sam tried to do whatever it was that they were arguing about in the first place. Now he was just...oddly agreeable. And that scared him. It was probably horrible, being a son who was completely and utterly thrown off by his father's willingness to actually agree with him for a change, but it was the truth and Sam wasn't exactly going to lie about it. Of course, he hadn't really intended on bringing it up in the first place either.
"I understand that you've taken precautions, Ruby. But anything could happen. I might not even be able to pull the damn thing and I refuse to watch another member of my family die because of me. None of this has anything to do with whether I trust you or not." He pushed away from the wall and strode over to the kitchen table. Grabbing the edges, he leaned forward and glared down at the wooden surface. "I want her gone. Not at the cost of someone elses life. Not unless it's mine."