The entire world must have been against him. How else would Faith have been able to track him down while he was planning to kill her? Sam opened his eyes, having identified the source of the noise through voice easily - he did know Faith's voice well, after all - and looked over at her. Pale. Too pale to be the real Faith.
"I'm..." He reached to his side. The stake was tucked there. "I'm not, actually," he admitted wearily. "I'm doing horribly." There was no sense in lying to her. She wasn't walking out of here alive. Unalive. Either.
"My girlfriend is gone, I can't get a drink. A real drink." He reached to his side and pulled out the stake, turning it over thoughtfully in his hands. "And now I have to kill you. So no. I'm not in a good mood. Thanks for asking."