Meg wasn't going to stop with the teasing. It was the way she worked. Wasn't going to change, even if he had the blade of the only knife that could possibly kill her pressed to the center of her throat. Sam glared at her long and hard, then reached out and slammed the trunk right in her stupid face. Not her stupid face. It was Ruby's stupid face. Sam stooped over and picked up the knife, carefully burying it inside his pocket before he advanced forward. He'd still need the knife for defense. He might have had a taste of demon blood, but it was nowhere near the level of power that he'd had when he took on Lilith. And, to be honest, it had tasted kind of stale; Sam felt like there was probably something wrong with him because of it. Tainted Meg blood. It was more like poison to him than Ruby's had ever been, but that was probably his mind screwing around with him somehow. All demon blood was probably the same. That didn't mean that it didn't feel like it was different. Ruby was different. Ruby...
Sam quietly slipped around the side of the old house. He slipped inside as carefully as he could and began to sneak his way toward the location that Meg had indicated. There was a chance that she was lying. A very good chance. Maybe she had set him up so that he'd walk into something messy. It didn't matter though - he'd take it all on, if only that meant that he'd find Ruby alive at the end of it all. I'm coming, Ruby, Sam thought desperately, catching sight of his first demon, just hang on a little longer.
Long arm stretching forward, Sam forced the demon that had shouted his name - Winchester - to his knees. He screamed in pain as Sam gripped at him hard. "Where? Where is she?"