He took another long drink from the bottle. Swallowing, he looked back at the vampire, cowering off in the corner like a trapped animal. He might have felt sorry for the creature, too, if it weren't for those yellowed eyes of hers. That was what made going after vampires so much easier for him. The yellow eyes. It reminded him of the demon who had fucked them all over in the first place.
He handed the whiskey off to Ruby, muttering a "thanks" as he eyed the vampire curiously. She was expecting for him to lay it on the monster. To give it hell. That was what he did when he was angry; that was how Sam dealt with things.
Taking a few steps forward, he towered over her, his height already proving to be an intimidating factor. Rather than lashing out, however, Sam turned his back to the wall and slid down beside her. He tipped his head to the side, looking off at the vampire who, in that moment, appeared to be a tiny bit confused. Which was okay by him, really. Sam wasn't so sure about what he was doing himself.
"Hi," he started, shifting into a more comfortable position, "I'm Sam."