Sam quietly stared down at the knife. The blade was pressed against her skin, dangerously close to slicing it open. It felt so horrible. He was asking Ruby to slice herself up for him. Demon or not, she was still someone he considered a friend and...and all of this? It wasn't even...
Sam closed his eyes and took a moment to calm himself down. He was on the verge of panicking over the situation. He couldn't do that. Ruby would get pissed, he'd bail out and leave the one thing that he needed behind. That blood. The power that came along with it. Sam didn't know how he was going to get through any of it. Last time, where he had only gotten a lick compared to what they were doing now, he had freaked out so badly that he spent the night in his room completely incapable of sleep and burning with self loathing. What would this time around do to him?
"I need to do this," Sam stated, opening his eyes. He still looked uncertain. Maybe even more than he had before he had attempted to calm himself. "I'm not gonna like it, but..." He nodded slowly, looking as though he'd reached a definite conclusion. "It's for my own good."
If he didn't do this now, who knew what would become of the people he loved later? What about the people on the streets, the people who he could have protected? There were superheroes out there, people who got power like that easily. Sam had to cross a line of his own to get there, but he could get there. With that blood.