He wanted to do it. To prove to Ruby that she wasn't wasting her time with him; it was all worth it, from the blood consumption to the nights, like this one, that they spent tearing up monsters together. Tonight had been the worst one. Hell, Sam probably could easily consider what they had done here to be far worse than what had happened a long time ago with the vampire that he had tortured to death on that roof. He held a different mindset on the matter now than he did then. Now Sam just didn't care. So what if they had ripped up an entire bar? The demons never should have been meeting up with each other all in one open location like this anyway. There were a number of things in this city that would be willing to hunt them down. He and Ruby were only one of them.
"Let me down," the demon whined.
Sam did. The demon slid down and eagerly began to gallop for the door. He was giving him hope.
That hope deteriorated when the other half of the cue stick he had been toying around earlier leapt off the ground and pierced it's way through the back of the demons leg. He staggered down, crying out painfully.
"Get up," Sam said, attention focused. "Go on. Get to the door. You have one minute." More hope. It always did sting like hell when it got snatched away. As the demon struggled to get up and moving again, Sam kicked a chair aside and began to work at breaking the legs off by smashing it against the table. The act was making the demon nervous, his pain apparent through his struggle to get to the door with the wood jammed through his leg. "Time is running out," Sam warned, dropping down to examine one of the chair legs. It was sharp enough. He let it fly and it punched the demon through the other leg. Now the creature was on all fours. Crawling.