"I'm not Robin." He didn't know the man, nor did Sam really care about ever getting the chance to. Robin was in the past. While Faith definitely had a part of herself that seemed to care about the man a lot, he had nothing to do with him. It was Sam's job to do better. Typically, it was the Boyfriend Code. Don't fail in the ways that the last one had. Make the girlfriend happier. Love her more. It was a good thing that Sam had nothing to compare to, otherwise he'd be paranoid about what he was doing right and what he was doing wrong constantly - not that it wouldn't be a big change from where he was already. Ever since the Big Reveal happened, Sam hadn't been so sure on their relationship. He knew that they were both trying to balance it as best as they could, but he feared that they weren't going to make it. His wish was that they would. That they'd kick this doubts of his in the face and carry on into a stronger, better, happier relationship than they even had before. They could do it. They had to. There was no one else in the world that Sam wanted to be with than her. "I don't care if being with you means facing the end of the world every Friday night," Sam said, shrugging, "that's my decision. And it's already my life, so..." So it was a done deal. Her being a Slayer would never drive him away.
Sam shrugged, then rolled his eyes at her comment about making a visit to the clinic. He figured that if he was diseased with something, it wasn't any different than from before. He already had demon blood inside of him. He already was diseased. Biting his lip, Sam briefly looked away, focusing on some distant object propped up on a table ahead to keep himself from getting to bitter over the thought. "I haven't been using them," Sam said, eying a salt shaker centered at a table with a family of four, "it's not safe for me to. I'll just fall in again or I'll hurt someone or....I dunno, maybe the world'll end. 'Cause what I am, as we all figured out from that wonderful...just be glad that you didn't see what I was like when I was really on it, okay? You saw what I was like when I didn't have the blood. You never got a chance to see how much of a monster I became when I got what I wanted." He forced his gaze back on her. "I tortured. I killed. How do I go back into using my abilities after everything I did? What if I try again and still find that I like it?" It would be bad. Very, very bad.
His tension eased slightly at the sight of her smile. They were rare nowadays between the two of them, but when they came along - at least with her - they were really something to admire. "Oh yeah? Try being irrationally annoyed with the man that your best friend is dating. I didn't really like your last boyfriend all that much. In fact, when I met him? I kinda wanted to punch him in the face. I guess...well, it's like I told you before, isn't it? I always had this weird theory that if I was him, I'd take better care of you then he ever could." He hadn't even been dating Faith then, but that was the kind of thinking that Sam had. Kyle just didn't do her right. Not the way that he always thought that he would have.
Guess he was really wrong on that one.
"Well, you'd actually be facing the hellhounds," Sam pointed out, "and they're a lot different from the kind I've read about here. Invisible. Vicious. Rip you to shreds and drag you to hell. Try stopping that. Not a pretty thing to witness, let alone..." Well, he supposed that if she wanted to know what it felt like, she'd have to ask Dean. Again, Sam tried to avoid looking too bitter. This was supposed to be a lighter side of the conversation that they were having. "You can kick my ass all you want, but I'll make you feel really, really bad about it afterward." He looked at her sheepishly. "I'll cry."