He had argued it over a million times in his head. Coming out there, it was wrong. Dean wouldn't like it. Dad wouldn't like it. No one at the Winchester home would. In fact, no one that he was close with would. If they had any idea as to what he planned on doing tonight, Sam was one hundred percent certain that he would end up being tossed into the nearest closet and locked there for all of eternity. It was a forbidden line that he was crossing, one that made him feel so disgusting and wrong that he could barely stand it. But it was the only way. People kept getting hurt, they kept leaving, and he and Faith had both almost died the other night because of his inability to do more.
That was going to change.
Sam had driven his truck out, only just having broken free from the annoying work ritual that he forced himself to endure on a daily basis. He was getting better at it. Avoiding his boss, staying under the radar, bringing in the money. Actual money. He had earned it himself. It left him feeling a small sense of satisfaction, that did. Of course, Sam could always blame his satisfactory mood on other things. Another person, in fact.
Parking the truck someplace off the road, Sam leaned forward and, as he peered through the dark, he couldn't help but wonder as to what Faith was doing now. Probably patrolling. Or doing something at the Hyperion in relation to patrolling. She wasn't going to come out this way, he was certain of it, so that all but left him to wonder as to where she really was headed tonight. God, he wanted to see her. So badly. Later, he would. That was a definite decision. There was just a bit of a personal thing that he needed to take care of first.
Pushing his way out of the truck, Sam checked over his appearance. He had changed since getting out of the job, his clothes going from the stupid collared shirt and slacks back to the jeans and t-shirt form that he preferred donning in the warm L.A. weather. It was better, running around, not looking like a total computer nerd. Even though he actually was. Sort of. It'd give Ruby less ammo to fire at him if she was in a snarky mood tonight, at the very least.
Pushing his dark hair out of his eyes, Sam moved into the dark, seeking out Ruby's figure not too far ahead. Pocketing his keys, he folded his arms over his chest and approached her, greeting the demon with a somewhat sheepish shrug. It was better than the usual scowl. He was doing better today. "Been waiting long?"