Behind the protective wall of adults, Ben growled in a muffled fashion. Freaking Ruby. Ruby and her stupid plans and her stupid blood and stupid Sam and his stupid addiction. They wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for both of them.
But the moment the words 'end him now' were voiced, Ben started squirming against Claire's hold, all too eager to tell anyone within yelling distance exactly what he thought of their idea in great detail and with a few choice cuss words thrown in for emphasis. No one – no one – was killing Sam, no matter how angry everyone was at him. That facing down with all-powerful beings was a bad, bad plan didn't even occur to Ben in his youthful exuberance, likely to due to an inaccurate feeling of safety inspired by having nearly everyone – dude, where was Uncle Bobby? – in his family there.
Edging his head in the tiny gap between Claire and his dad, he shot a baleful look at Ruby over Claire's fingers and then turned his attention to the woman talking to Sam, trying to, unsuccessfully, make out what she was saying.