He dropped down onto the floor and tried to scrub some of the blood off of his hands. His jacket was a mess. Torn up, bloodied, dirty. This was why the Winchesters never bothered with expensive clothing when they picked up things from the store. They all went to waste at one point or another. Tugging it from his shoulders, Sam rolled up the sleeves of the shirt he was wearing underneath and looked out to Ruby. She seemed pleased. He felt good. All around, things were fairly positive between the both of them. Sam liked that.
"You wanna do the possession?" He'd usually be all for avoiding letting her do as much. Tonight? Sam found that he wasn't really worried about it. There were bodies downstairs she could borrow. Already dead. They'd just have to clean them up before she took off. "We could leave yours in the back. Pick up one from below. Bring it back when we're done for the cops to find."