Horrible coffee. Rundown motel like this one, he wasn't surprised. That was traditional. Horrible coffee was a lot better than blood in his book. He'd been raised off the stuff. Sam could handle horrible coffee. Beer, however, sounded a lot better. He was going to need some kind of alcohol in his system if he was actually going to sit this one through. Wiping the blood from his mouth distractedly, Sam looked down at the dark stains that were beginning to form on the white cloth in his hands. He only looked away when Ruby slid into place next to him. Sam's eyes found her then, uncertain as ever, and he nodded; at least, one could tell, he found a slight air of reassurance in that. He had Ruby. She knew what she was doing here.
"Thank you," he said quietly, looking back down at the cloth again. Bundling it up, Sam tossed it on top of the mini refridgerator lodged into the area just next to them. After a quiet moment of thought, he moved toward it and pulled the door open to retrieve a pair of beers. One was offered to Ruby before he snapped his own open and took a grateful sip. Not the best beer in the world either, but compared to the blood that he had just sucked down...
Sam took another big gulp. Like he believed, he knew he was going to need it.
"I appreciate it, you know. What you're doing. I don't really..." He sighed, snatching up the cloth before he dropped back down onto the bed he'd been seated upon before. "I owe you."