How had they gotten here so quickly. The answer was of course her, she had done this. Why should she think any different? This was all wrong, so completely wrong, she’d left him the last time, a loving and affectionate boyfriend, full of gratitude for her and everything she did for him, blood included. And she returned now to him, utterly, strung out was really the only way she could put it. He was staring at her like some kind of predator, like all she was to him was food. Wasn’t the girlfriend, wasn’t the woman he loved, she was means to the blood. The way he was looking at her neck. She was going to call him on it. She was going to say it, when he grabbed her around the waist, picking her up and practically flinging her onto the motel bed without a care. She fell back and he’d already climbed there, on top of her and in any other situation she’d want this desperately. She’d crave the weight of him on top of her. But now, here. She didn’t know. Ruby looked up as he bent his head toward her, bearing down on her. But not to kiss her. No apparently there was to be none of that just yet. And he was right to act like this, it was her fault. She hadn’t planned at all well for this leaving him wanting more. It had been a tactic she’d been considering to get him on her side a long time ago and maybe this now was the result. He was just looking down at her, hunger so obvious in his eyes and she just wanted to make it better. She wanted him to be Sam again and for that to happen he had to drink from her, enough to sustain him, and she had to be sure to give him more this time. She had to push herself, or maybe find another demon. Drain it completely and he could have that too, she’d never leave him without it because she hated to think she’d done this to him, she’d caused so much hurt for him already. And this, all of this. It was deserved.
Ruby was still mostly stuck on how Sam looked right now. He looked ill. Desperately craving the blood. She’d considered so many times what would happen if she confided in Dean but couldn’t get past the fact he’d pretty much kill her, he’d somehow find the knife, or by some amazing power of rage find the Colt and do to her what he’d done to Azazel. No she couldn’t tell Dean. It wouldn’t work...Bobby maybe. Or would he react just the same, would he decide trusting her was a stupid mistake Sam had made and take her away from him. Maybe Sam would be better off, safer. Maybe they could get him clean. Cause that's what was needed, right? He needed to get clean, free from the drug that was her blood. She didn’t look enthused by the prospect of what he was about to do much as him being where he was in any other situation would have been a welcome feeling . He was just looking at her, staring at her and she didn’t know if he was waiting on permission, she didn’t think so. But she didn’t think he’d just take it either. She relaxed her posture and tilted her head up as if to show assent. He could have it. He needed it. And she’d find a way to do better, but first she’d forget any worries she had because Sam needed her to. And he’d make her feel good about it after. He always did. He’d show her exactly why it was a good thing.