So she killed the vampire. Fine. Sam didn't care. As long as someone fucked him over, he really didn't care who it was at the end of the night. He needed to get what he deserved. He needed for the strongest person in Los Angeles to come along, knock him down, and kick him until their legs were sore. Sam had to find a way to make the physical pain outweigh what he felt on the inside. Just so that he'd know that there were worse kinds of pain than heartache.
Back pressed to the wall, Sam's head snapped to the right as another blow was thrown at him. He dully looked off at the ground, staring at Tanya's ashes. She was right. Ruby somehow always found a way to be right and that pissed him off more than it should have. At himself, not her. It was sort of hard to be angry with Ruby, even if she was the one pushing him to the wall and hitting him in the face.
Still, he couldn't help but wonder if she'd be willing to give him what he wanted. Probably not. Not without encouragement.
"I didn't care about you," Sam said slowly, turning his eyes back on the demon. "Not when I stepped into those pits. I would have happily let you die." He shot her a smug sort of smile. "Isn't that funny?"