He pushed the door open mentally. The last thing he wanted to do was juggle this guy around while trying to struggle with the door. Using his abilities for stuff, even the small stuff, was easier. He preferred it. Lugging the man out the door, Sam hauled him out past the alley and to his truck. It was parked out on the side of the street. The street in question was, fortunately, dead quiet. No activity. That made the process of tossing the man into the back of the truck very simple. Sam helped Ruby do the same when he was finished with the man, easing the woman up into the truck's covered bed as well, before he slammed the back part up, double checked to make sure the installed weapons locker was secure, and sealed the pair in entirely.
Sam pulled out his lighter. He didn't even look back as he strode out to the bar, kicking the door open again. Sam surveyed the area one final time. It had been a bloody fight. There were bodies sprawled all over, bits of the room destroyed, blood dribbling out all over the place. Sam couldn't cringe at the sight of it. Not right now. He felt like he was physically incapable of it.
Tipping the lighter back, Sam built up a flame and tossed the object onto the floor. Flames instantly burst up from the alcohol that had been tossed in that area and they began to spread like wildfire, moving steadily across the floor from where Sam had sprayed out the booze.
A fire, declaring their victory. It was almost beautiful.
"Let's get the hell outta here," Sam started, turning away from the burning bar. They didn't need to wait for the cops to show before they decided to start moving.