There was no surprise when Ruby entered the room and Sam was grateful for that. He sloppily finished the wrap on his hand, then pushed himself up onto his feet in a clumsy manner. The hand that had been wrapped kept itself at his side, fingers anxiously tapping against his leg. Sam stared across the room at Ruby with a strong sense of desperation; those hollowed eyes of his were practically begging her for a fix. Only she could make all of this better. Ruby knew that, didn't she? Sam would be completely lost without her right now. Maybe even dead. Sam swallowed hard, his breaths coming out heavy and hoarse. The demon blood had turned on him. Her blood had. It was like he was being betrayed in a way that went straight to his heart and soul, tearing him apart from the inside out. Why was the blood doing this to him? Sam had never been addicted to a damned thing in his life, save maybe those little salads in a cup that one could pick up at a drive-thru, but that sure as fuck wasn't anything near as dangerous or as serious as this. God only knew what Ruby had planned on doing to him before she'd turned onto their side. What would she have managed to convince him to do while he was as desperate and hungry as he was now? Sam blinked his eyes heavily, doing his best to keep the exhaustion and the sudden weakness that he'd gotten in his knees at the mere sight of Ruby from taking him over. It wasn't a love-sick weakness either - not unless you considered the blood that was running through her veins as something that he loved, because that was currently what he was getting all kinds of pathetic over.
Ruby was talking at him, but Sam wasn't listening. He was too focused on her neck. There was a nice vein right in the side, he knew, one that could be cut open and would bleed out like a fucking oil well exploding. Except that'd hurt, wouldn't it? Yeah. Yeah. That'd hurt. But damn it all if the idea didn't make him lick his lips...Sam leaned into her touch when her hand found him, his eyes closing briefly. Blood. He could practically feel it dancing underneath her skin, begging him to drink. Sam found that he couldn't even muster up the energy to ask Ruby for it this time. She knew what they were here for, didn't she? Ruby knew. So even though Sam had almost always made it in point to be more polite and cautious about just taking the blood from her, he didn't care for doing so now. Instead, Sam suddenly grabbed Ruby by the waist, picked her up, carried her over to the large bed he'd gotten for the room, and dropped her right on it. Without thinking twice about it, Sam climbed onto the bed after her, his breaths coming out even heavier than before now that he knew exactly what he was going to get out of all this. They could talk and play boyfriend and girlfriend when this was done and over with. Right now, Sam cared for nothing but the blood.
It was bad. He should have been more polite to her. Sam should have told Ruby that none of this was her fault, that he should have stopped a long time ago, that they both underestimated how much he needed when they'd last stocked up - not just her. But he couldn't bring himself to it. Sam couldn't even speak to Ruby, let alone tell her that they'd both fucked up. Sam crawled on top of her, eyes locking with Ruby's own darkly. He looked like a genuine drug addict right then and there, that pure, dark sort of hunger staring back down at Ruby easily from where he was perched on top of her. Dark hair falling into his eyes, Sam leaned in, maintaining that look of desperation, and seemingly began to aim for a kiss. Rather than planting one down on her, Sam stopped just short of his lips finding Ruby's own, his hot and heavy breaths flushing down against her skin. There was so much blood inside of her. Fuck, he could feel it.