Something witchy? What did that even mean? Sam raised his brows and shot Ruby a questioning look at that, but he didn't press it. If she wanted to elaborate, she could. Sam wasn't gonna make her though - even if he was curious. "Whether or not Dean approves of us being together doesn't matter. I mean...okay. It does matter. I'd like for him to. But the fact that he doesn't isn't going to stop me from being with you. You do know that, don't you?" She had to. If Sam had actually been committed to following Dean's every wish and will, he would have never hooked up with Ruby in the first place. Hell, there were a lot of things that Sam wouldn't have ever done; things that dated back way before Ruby had stepped into his life. He and Dean disagreed on a lot of things, but when it came down to it Sam felt that it didn't have any influence on the woman that he was in love with. His brother didn't have to approve. That was fine. But so long as he didn't do anything stupid or try to harm Ruby, then Sam was okay. He'd have liked to see them reach some sort of peaceful agreement...a truce, maybe. But only the future could tell if that would ever happen. "We don't have to pretend, you know. Those dates...going out and doing stuff like that? It's as much for you as it is for me. I don't know. If you don't want to pretend that we're normal, then we don't have to. But I still want to take you out and do nice things for you. Does that really bother you?" He thought that Ruby liked it. Being treated nice. Doing the things that people who dated did. They didn't have to be normal, but that didn't have to stop them from being able to go out and have fun with each other either.
"You don't have to believe me, but I'm gonna keep saying it anyway: I am happy with you, Ruby. Lately, you're a big part of what keeps me going. You make me think. You challenge me. And better yet, you've kept me from running off and getting myself killed. If it weren't for you, I'd have either drank myself to death or gotten caught in Lilith's crosshairs anyway. Not only am I happy with you, but I'm safer with you. I'm better with you. And I'd like to think that maybe you're better with me too. Because I want to protect you. I want to be with you and, most importantly, I want to make you happy. I wanna make you forget every single second of pain that I know you felt when you were down in Hell." He squeezed at her hand and furrowed his brow. That was something that he felt strongly about. Hell. He'd never been, but the things he'd heard and imagining the place alone...it had to have been horrible. It was Hell, for fucks sake. "From now on, you're only going to know what it's like to be loved. I want that for you. Me being happy requires you to be happy. I want that more than anything else in the world." He squeezed her hand again, then released his hold on her wrist. He stared at her thoughtfully for a quiet moment, eyes weighed with nothing short of pure concern for her before Sam shifted his gaze to his beer. He picked up to take a drink. It felt good, going down his throat. Sometimes when he talked to her about stuff like this, his throat got all dry and he got nervous. It was hard opening up. Spilling everything that he felt out. But he could do it with Ruby. She always listened and that made him feel better about it than he usually did with people.