And just when he thought his night couldn't get any worse? She shows up. Why not? Seriously, why not? The only thing to truly make the evening complete was for the sky to tear itself open and for the streets to be drenched with rain. He was waiting for it at this point. Wouldn't be a terrible shock if it happened.
Her presence was one thing. The singing was another thing. But the name? The one that slipped from her mouth? He was about ten seconds away from throwing Ruby out into the street so that, hopefully, a car would hit her. Stopping suddenly, he grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and narrowed his eyes at her. Shut up. That was all that he wanted to say. He didn't want to hear about what she thought of him and his job and he sure as hell didn't want to sit through another minute of her twisting his name around like that. Sammy, after all, was the chubby twelve year old that he used to be. Only Dean, Dad, and Mom had the privilege of using the name. Ruby? No. Just no. On so many levels.
He wanted to shake her. He wanted to scream. Still, he wasn't alone anymore. His instincts instantly told him to clamp his mouth shut and not say anything at all. He'd end up singing. Again. Fuck this musical epidemic, he thought angrily, throwing his arms down. Glare still intact, he turned from Ruby and instead chose to walk. Maybe she'd just let him be.