Sam climbed out of the Impala, flask of holy water already clutched tightly in his hand. He didn't like this. Ruby look-a-likes showing up here after everything that they had gone through was not something he wanted to deal with right now. But, on the off chance that she was her, Sam had to take those extra precautions. He should have just left Dean to it, but there was that part of him that wanted to handle her himself. Ruby was his mess, sort of. Sam liked cleaning things up that he felt responsible for.
"She's there," Sam pointed out, glancing over to his brother with a faint frown on his face. He didn't look too excited to be here, but Sam was squaring his shoulders and going for the all business tactic. That usually worked better during times like these anyway.
One notable difference about the woman already? Her hair wasn't blonde. But that could have easily been changed.