Sam mutely did as he was told. He carefully carried the baby around to the back of his truck, digging through some supplies - guns, rock salt, holy water - before coming up with a blanket that he had stuffed there in the event of having to pull one of those annoying late night stakeouts that required lots of time spent cooped up in his truck with nothing but the cold. Awkwardly shifting to keep the baby in an arm, Sam worked at propping the body that Ruby had left behind up carefully, tossing the blanket around the shoulders of the shell that had been left behind. Pushing some of the dark hair from the body's face, Sam cautiously settled her in just as Ruby had asked him to. She was asleep. At least that was what any casual observer would be led to believe.
Sam was busy wrapping his spare hoodie around the baby when Ruby returned. He looked up at the body she was wearing and suppressed the feeling of disgust that followed. It was self-disgust. He'd asked Ruby to tote around this kids dead mom. They should have left the body alone, probably. It would have been more respectful.
Too late for that now.
"Here," Sam started, offering Ruby the keys with his free arm. Demon mommy. At that, he did scowl. As to why he did, Sam didn't say. He figured Ruby probably knew already anyway. Ducking back into the passenger side of the car, Sam buckled himself in and brought the baby toward him, clutching it carefully to his chest. He felt weird with this child in his arms. It seriously did bring on a lot of bad feelings.
"There's a hospital a few blocks past the club we were at," Sam told her, looking down at the baby. "Should work well enough."