Figuring that it wouldn't be terribly wise to let Jack go off patrolling on his own, Sam volunteered to join him. It would have been better if he went out and patrolled some anyway; he had to get his abilities back into shape all over again. However, it would be hard to do with Jack around. Sam didn't intend on telling anyone about the restoration of his blood anytime soon. He wasn't going to make the mistake of showing it all off to Jack when he hadn't even told anyone in his family yet. It was between him and, unsurprisingly, an overly excited Ruby. That was it. There was no one else. He hoped it keep it that way for as long as he could, too, that way when Alastair came back around he'd be ready to surprise him. Sam didn't know if he had the strength to take the demon on, but if he could at least damage him enough to let someone else take him down then he'd happily play his part. Just like he'd willingly stand by and distract him long enough to ensure that his family stood a chance at getting away if they were under attack. All he knew was, as upsetting as it was that he was back on that dirtied up slate that he had been so desperate to clean himself from in the first place, he had a fighting chance now that he was different again.
Practice later, Sam decided, stepping out in front of the designated coffee shop, with Ruby. Right now, just keep Jack from getting into too much trouble. Not that he was one to talk. This was Sam. The same person who got angry enough to take his rage out on brick walls. Glancing down at his bandaged hand, Sam sighed and lifted up the bottom portion of his shirt to check for the gun he had hastily shoved into the side of his jeans on the way out the door. Still there. He had his stake in his pocket, a flask of holy water right beside that, and a full on determination to pull off a successful patrol weighed onto his shoulders. He was more than ready to go. Sam just hoped that Jack was as well.