"I wouldn't bank on the 'good' that's in me," Sam muttered, stepping away from her. "I mean, I'm asking my father to let a demon possess him. For as much good as it'll do us as far as Lilith is concerned, it's still not a good thing to do." Heather had asked him to stop. She had personally asked him not to go through with the exorcism. She was worried, he knew, and he just as well trusted her opinion. However, Sam had promised himself long before he had met her that he was going to find a way to kill Lilith. If that meant overstepping a few boundaries, even if they were making him question himself now, then so be it. And that was exactly why he and Heather hadn't been talking so much up until, well, officially a few hours ago. Taking Cricket for a walk had really done them both justice.
He moved to the refrigerator and opened the door. He wasn't that terribly hungry, but Sam figured that munching on something would calm his nerves. "God, you're making it sound like before. There aren't any hellhounds here to keep us on a timeclock."