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winchester, sam. (ex_demonbloo908) wrote in wariscoming,

Sam wanted to punch her in the face for that remark about Azazel. He might have been addicted to demon blood, but there was nothing about the idea of drinking from anyone even remotely similar to the yellow-eyed demon that made him crave blood. Azazel. The sick fuck who had trashed the lives of the Winchesters and so many others. His glare deepened and, for a moment, it almost seemed like Sam was going to try and do something to Meg in retaliation for her statement. Rather than doing so, Sam slid a hand into his pocket and withdrew a small army knife. One that his Dad had given him years ago, back when Sam was still a kid. Meg probably would have gotten a real kick out of knowing where Sam had gotten the knife. Fortunately, she didn't need to know. "Here," he muttered, tossing it into the trunk alongside her. Sam shoved away from the car and tugged his jacket off. It was cold enough outside, but right now Sam was furious. All that anger, all of these feelings of frustration, despair, and downright exhaustion that had overtaken him these last few days...he was ready for it to be over. Sam was going to find Ruby. Then he was going to retreat into a dark, secluded place until...well, he didn't know. Sam didn't really know anything anymore. There was just this mission. This one, possibly final, important mission. He had to save Ruby. In order to do that, Sam needed to keep Meg alive. So even though he was tempted to give her all kinds of hell for that sour slip of her tongue, Sam chose to ignore her statement in a weak attempt at focusing on the hunt.

"Hurry it up." Sam quietly paced the area around the car, watching for any signs of life. This neighborhood was probably in full control of the demons who had taken Ruby. They could have cleared the whole place out so that no one would hear them. So that no one would hear her.

The anger was back. Sam slammed a fist against the hood of the car, his other hand shaking with anger as he pushed it through his dark hair. They had fucked with her, hadn't they? Tortured her. Bled her. Made her suffer for her change in allegiance. Meg had advised Sam to send them all back for Ruby's sake, but he wanted to kill them. Oh God, he wanted to kill them all.