"I take it you're not interested in going back in there to check and see if he's there or not?"
Sam drops a bag of rock salt to the floor, then opens the closet door a bit wider to check for any extra clothes that Faith might be able to wear in case she's not willing to bring her own. Finding a few of her belongings hung up next to some of his shirts, Sam turns back from the closet and shuts it up tight, stooping to pick up the salt right after with a hand.
"Yeah, you should have. But you stood up to him now. The son of a bitch isn't getting away with it again."