Back area. If they hadn't come out to defend themselves or make an attempt at escaping, any remaining bodies would likely be tucked away in the back, hiding like the cowards they were. That might have proven to be a sign worth noting, that maybe they weren't as bad as Sam made them out to be if they were hiding from him and not attempting to rip his throat out for what he had done, but the adrenaline inside of him was pumped up so high that he wouldn't have been able to figure as much if the statement had hopped up and smacked him across the face. He was having fun. This was fun.
They all screamed. Save for the human, who chose to argue with him before slumping over onto the floor in an unconscious heap. Sam kicked him over, watching in amusement as bundled up rolls of bills rolled out of his jacket and onto the floor. Leaning down, Sam reached inside and pulled out a bag of white powder. The man had been dealing? Dealing or buying. Looked like the former, judging from the money that he'd just found. The idiot must have been on something when he had dropped in then. That would have explained his need to bicker with Sam before being put down. That and the way the vampire and demon had behaved during the confrontation. Screaming like children. Not even putting up half the fight that he had expected. Drugs. They really fucked people over, didn't they? Shaking his head, Sam stepped over the man and found the body of the demon that he had decapitated upon entry. In response to Ruby's question, he gave the demon's head a kick, watching with satisfaction as it rolled out onto the main floor. Sam followed, counting the money that he had picked off of the dealer distractedly.
"There's a person in there, too," Sam told her, shoving a roll of the money into his jacket. Sam tossed the other out at Ruby. She could put that to good use. Invest in a lot of french fries or something. "I think -" Sam trailed off, noticing the few that had chosen to fight with them. What the hell were they doing? He stared at them for a long moment before he snatched a beer bottle up off the table next to him and smashed the end of it, leaving nothing but the jagged portion in his hand. Sam examined it quietly before he shifted forward and rammed it through the side of one of their heads.