Ruby.
You're funny, Ruby. You're really funny. I love how you think you know EVERYTHING about me and that you can throw it all up in my face and then get to act all smug because you're right. Well you're not. It's fucking ridiculous that you actually think I would be upset that Sam was spending time with Dean at a time like this. And it's even more ridiculous that you think I'm pissed or jealous because Sam can drink and I can't. Are you even listening to yourself? Go ahead. Go back and read what you just wrote out, see if you don't laughing too. I know I did.
You don't have to butt into everything that goes on between me and Sam. Some things are OUR business, not yours, even if they're not filtered, so back off, okay? I'm not explaining myself to you, and I'm not defending myself to you. I don't have to.
And for the record? You can stop bitching at me constantly just because you think I'm in the way of you doing whatever it is you want with Sam, that I want him to be normal and that fucks with your plans. That? Is the most pathetic thing either one of us has ever done, and I'd be pretty ashamed of that if I were you. I don't deserve that. Other than the one time I freaked out on you and hurt you -- which yes, I can admit to and I apologized profusely for it -- I've never done anything to you. Never. I'm sorry if my being with Sam fucks with what you had in mind, but that's hardly me trying to stab you in the back or screw you over. So why don't you get over that?