Ten minutes into another angry interrogation and Sam found himself staring down at his phone, eyes desperately raking over the text that Castiel had sent his way. Wiping a bloody hand (not his blood - a demon's blood) across his jacket, Sam stepped back, a wave of relief flooding through him. Castiel had found her. She was okay.
Despite the demon having not held any information that he wanted, Sam still stopped to finish him off before trooping off to his truck and heading to Ruby's place. On the way, when traffic was being irritatingly slow, Sam stopped to post something up on the boards, letting everyone know that the hunt was no longer necessary.
With that done and nothing else to worry about but making sure that Ruby was well, Sam pulled up to her apartment, parked his truck, and headed for the door. He looked a bit disheveled (and by a bit, it was meant that he looked no better than he had the other night when Ruby was kicking his ass), but it was the worry creasing his face that set his entire appearance. He was worried. Odd, him worrying over a demon. Not that he cared anymore. This just wasn't a demon. It was Ruby.
Hardly bothering to stop and knock, Sam quickly pushed his way into the apartment.
It was more than safe to say that he did not like what he saw when he got there. "Dammit," he swore, moving toward the pair, eyes fully focused on Ruby, "what the hell happened?" His eyes flashed toward Castiel. "Was it him? Was it -- dammit." Hands running through his hair, he fought off the temptation to hurl the first object he could get his hands on across the room and settled for resting his hands on his sides, a very irritated look taking him over.
"That son of a bitch." Eyes flashing with that momentary surge of anger, Sam looked toward Ruby and said, "Is she okay?"