She was supposed to have turned him against Dean. Sam didn't know what he'd do if something like that ever happened. He knew that he and Dean were at odds now, but to think that they'd ever reach a point in their relationship where they'd hate each other. Sam didn't want to think about it. Dean was his brother. They might have fought sometimes, but they were family. And things would get better, wouldn't they? They had to. "I know it's complicated." Azazel had been there. That day when she'd been hallucinating. Sam hadn't known then. He looked at her uncertainly. New information. This wasn't even of her doing something horrifyingly evil and Sam still felt like it was a punch to the gut. Sometimes he had a hard time understanding how important Azazel had been to her. But to think that she had been hallucinating about him...it was both disturbing and worrying at the same time. "He's gone now. Dead. And I know you don't like hearing it, but you're better off without him. Being with me would have been a direct strike in his book, I imagine. You could never be with me if Azazel were still alive. You do know that, right? He'd never let you be with me. It'd put whatever he had planned in danger. And he'd probably...I'd probably dead or something by the end of it all anyway." Not that what they were doing was much better. Eventually they were going to have to face Lilith. Which meant that eventually, there was a very good chance that he was going to end up dead. Not Ruby though. He wouldn't let her die. Even if that meant ditching her once he got the right information...yeah. He would. Just to keep her safe, he would.
Ruby began to reassure him about the blood. Even though Sam was pretty sure that there was something entirely wrong with what they were doing, he didn't say anything else about it. He simply nodded and drank some more of his beer down, thinking about how lost and hopeless he'd be without it. The blood was important to him. It made him capable of fighting in ways he'd never been able to imagine before. It brought him closer to Ruby. And, all in all, it made him feel...better. Sometimes it made him feel like he didn't have to worry about anything. That it was all going to work itself out, so long as he took charge and kept fighting the way he knew best. The best way was with the blood. See? He had plenty of logic.
"It's all right." Sam pulled his hand away from hers and instead wrapped that arm around her shoulder, pulling Ruby to him. "Just...next time you end up with feelings like these? I want you to come to me. Don't avoid me. Talk to me. It's the only way we're gonna be able to get through whatever it is that's worrying you, okay? And I want to be able to do that. Make you feel better and all when you're doubting yourself. Because you shouldn't. I promise you, you're doing just fine. You're getting better. You're making me prouder and prouder every day." Sam leaned in and kissed her cheek. "And I love you more and more every day too. That never stops growing. I'll always want to be with you."