You're gonna have to do things that go against that gentle nature of yours. She had said that to him once before, a long time ago. Sam had slowly accepted the fact afterward, going from the man who toed the line that split between right and wrong carefully to the one who was willing to break a few rules to do what he could to save Dean. He came here afterward, putting that part of himself on a standstill, but after Ruby had arrived things began to change. He'd picked it up again, a bit more slowly, until eventually it became something...different. Instead of it being something that he had to do, it was quietly turning into something that he wanted to do. These things, these terrible, terrible things that they went after in the dead of night. They had destroyed his family, they had ripped his life apart, they'd made him into the shell of a man that he had been before being dragged here.Sam had to rebuild himself from there. From the ground up, he'd reconstructed. Yet, no matter what the rules were here, Sam knew that he'd always feel the same about them on the inside. He hated them. He hated them all.
Save for one. Sam cast a long look at Ruby, jawline strained. The exception. The only one there was.
He said nothing to her. Rather than doing as much, Sam moved forward and led the way to the house ahead. The door was open when he got there, so he turned the knob and walked right on inside. The house was dark. Shadowed. Just how a vampire enjoyed their scenery. Keeping quiet, Sam stealthily slid into the next room. It was there that he spotted the basket again. Covered with a blanket, sitting atop the coffee table in the middle of the living room. It shook lightly as something stirred within it, but Sam didn't approach it just yet. His focus was on the vampire. Where was she? Biting back the curiosity to inspect the basket ahead, Sam shifted into the hall at the right. The walls were stained with blood. The blood, in turn, belonged to the two figures crumpled at the foot of the stairs ahead. Invite the vampire in, get eaten. Nice.
A floorboard creaked from one of the approaching rooms. Sam tensed, but didn't move. He didn't have to. A handful of seconds later and the vampire was stepping back into the hallway with a bottle of wine in her hand. She stopped in place at the sight of the pair standing before her. "What the fu -"
Sam didn't hesitate. Still feeling pretty strong from the blood fix Ruby had given him, Sam pushed the vampire away easily, sending her crashing flat onto her back. The bottle of wine toppled onto the ground, keeping intact on the carpeting. Too bad. Sam had actually been hoping that it'd break.
"Surprise," he growled, standing in place. He wanted her to get up. Wanted her to fight.