"Better than him as a person, maybe," Sam told her, sighing. "Look, I know that we've had our fair share of fights out there with me and my abilities, but this is something entirely different. We got lucky with Lilith, because Dean had the Colt and he got that shot in. But this? With Alastair? It's something entirely different and..." And he didn't think that he was going to be able to help out by much. He had his abilities, he was pretty tough when he wanted to be. But this demon had been able to sneak three people under their noses without even breaking a sweat. He worried Sam and it was hard to think about fighting him one-on-one when he knew how much this demon terrified everyone.
"You don't need to hear this right now. Here." He reached for the bottle again and nodded off toward her glass. "Refill."