"How does it feel?" He didn't have to think hard to find the answer to that one. "The bad guys are afraid of us, Ruby." Certainly not all of them, but judging from the level of sudden awkward that had leapt into the room when he stepped in, Sam would have to say that in here, around these parts at least, there were a few that didn't want to get caught up with the duo. There had to be. Otherwise the two vampires from the corner of his eye wouldn't have been trying to edge their way out the door as slowly and carefully as possible. They weren't exactly tough looking vampires and he could have easily been the least of their worries, but the idea that they were actually leaving because of him left him feeling a little proud. And worried. "You know what they say about that? Something bad doesn't get scared until something badder comes along. To them, we are the bad guys. And I'm..." He took another drink. "I'm okay with that." Bad guys. To demons. Not exactly a bad thing.
Castiel was in the dark then. Sam really wasn't surprised. God, they were so dysfunctional, weren't they? He and Ruby both. And God, he was comparing himself to Ruby. Things really were all kinds of screwed up in the world, weren't they? He looked a tiny bit amused for half a second before he raised his beer to his mouth again. Shaking his head, he set it aside. It was empty. Three beers down already. He was setting a record in his book.
"He should know because when all of this does start dripping out of this closed up little bottle, he's gonna be pissed. And we don't want a pissed off angel on our hands." Not to mention that Castiel was a family friend. They didn't talk often or get along too well, but Ben and Dean seemed to like him well enough. That was good enough for him. "What are you gonna do when that happens?"