The only one who could do what they did. How in the world did that not make him a freak? Ruby didn't understand. She wasn't human. She wasn't there when Azazel screwed his entire family over; when he forced him to his own death and made it so that Dean had to pay for it. Ruby couldn't possibly ever know how much Azazel truly had screwed him up on the inside. It wasn't just with the blood. The blood, it seemed, had only been the beginning.
"I don't wanna talk about it anymore," Sam muttered, pushing his hair out of his eyes. Another useless attempt. It never did seem to want to ever stay in place. She was trying to make him feel better. Fact of the matter was that no one quite could. While he was able to play the big game, push down his feelings most of the time, pretend that he was okay with who he was...there was still something there. A bitter feeling. He'd find a way to get rid of it eventually. One day.
The wound was open again. Sam, in all his self annoyance, didn't even bother to hesitate by much this time. He was trying to keep himself from straying off and getting scared of what it was that they were doing. He needed to be on point. Push the feelings aside, work at what they needed to do now. Sam closed his mouth over her bleeding wound and began to give it another try.
Instantly, he found this one to be a whole lot different. The blood tasted odd. It wasn't the same. It was...it didn't taste right. Not like before.