later on;
"I'm fine," he grunted, wiping the blood from his mouth with his wrist. It smeared, for the most part. Moodily shifting in place, he reached for the bloodied up rag that he'd thrown into his back pocket and started mopping up the red from his face. Sam momentarily lifted his gaze, looking to his brother as soon as the demon started on about Hell. A pained expression fleeted over him just then, but he looked down and shook it off. Now wasn't the time to question him about what the demon was talking about. He didn't know about half of the things that had gone on downstairs. Sam wanted to know, he did. But the fact that both his father and Dean were private about all matters related to Hell didn't make it easy on anyone who wanted to talk with them about it. It was practically a closed subject in the Winchester household. Frustrating as it was, he knew that they'd open up to him when they were ready. And hearing some demon spew lies and twist around the truth? It wasn't the way to find out about it. Sam didn't want to hear it from the Ethros. He wanted to hear it from them.
Ruby was moving toward him now, looking slightly peeved at the talk of how they'd had sex. Sam had seen it; it was hard to forget. He juts wished that Heather wasn't in the same room to hear the tormenting. The had only just gotten over the strain that the visit from Uriel had brought upon them. They didn't need this to make it all worse.
Tossing the dirty rag down, Sam shook his head. "What do you mean? Distractions?" He knew exactly what she meant. But she honestly couldn't have been stupid enough to try and force everyone here outside. There would undoubtedly be an uproar.