"You can tell yourself that you are now. You can tell me that I'm a jackass for saying it. But I believe that one day you're gonna see how badly he screwed you over. You're going to realize that he wasn't good for anyone and you're going to be glad that you're free of him." Sam wouldn't go as far as to say that she'd be grateful to Dean about the death thing, but Sam wanted to believe that maybe one day she would see the truth. Being with him opened that door for her. She needed to understand that she wasn't a pawn anymore. She was free.
"But what?" Sam raised his brows. "We're fine. The blood is fine. There's nothing wrong with the blood. You said it yourself: you'd tell me if it changed me. And it's not changing me, is it? The blood doesn't hurt me, Ruby. It makes me stronger." He nodded. Now it was time for him to reassure himself, because quite honestly as much as he loved the blood...it also scared him sometimes. "It makes me better. Don't worry about the blood." Sam looked down at her hands, noticing how tightly she was gripping at the bottle. Knowing her strength, Sam didn't want to risk her breaking the damned thing. She'd cut herself. And then she'd get her blood all over the place. He didn't like it when she got hurt. And when her blood went wasted...that was bad. "It's fine. I'm fine. And you...you're fine too. If I wanted normal, I'd go find someone normal. I'm more than happy with you." He reached over and wrapped his fingers around her wrist. He wanted her to let go of the bottle.