That look in his eyes would probably always bother her, he was tired, possibly of all of it, and she'd just made sure the girl in the body with her would never wake up again. Was he ashamed of her for that? For being what she was? She didn't think so, which meant he was ashamed of himself, and that was worse. A part of her looked around at the carnage he'd caused in her name and was pleased by it. It was deserved and it was good, it was done as revenge for the things they'd put her through since they took her from Sam, and he'd gotten her back, just like he said he would. There was nothing more she could ever ask of the love of her life. But another part of her knew there was nothing here to be proud of. She'd caused him to start down that dark path and now she didn't know if that was it. If he was changed from having freed Lucifer. Well, she'd just have to get him back, wouldn't she?
She let him lead her out of the house almost trying to ignore that hard look in his eyes and focus on what he was saying as he opened the trunk. He was going to exorcise Meg back to hell and she was to take back control of the empty coma girl. It seemed simple enough, but seeing her favoured body in someone elses control. More than that, in Meg's it was more than a little weird, pity she was stuck in a trap, Ruby had more than a few plans for her, but she wasn't getting in Sam's way while he did what he did. She watched as Meg screamed obcenities at them both, not bothering to scream back, she just caught her fellow demons eye before she was expelled from the body and that was enough. Meg knew that the painful death part of their next meeting would involve some alone time with her.
And finally, mercifully, she was gone and Ruby stood back, leaning against the car as she left the body of the poor girl who slumped to the floor, breathing her last few breaths as Ruby slipped back into her own, still trapped body. And with a gasp for air she didn't even need she opened her eyes looking up at Sam, Her eyes, in so far as she could claim to own any meatsuit she owned this body. And everything looked better somehow. "It's me" she said softly, looking over to the now dead girl sadly. "...she never even had a chance did she. Is that what we do to people Sam? Is that what I used to take from people, She was gonna be a journalist you know, she was planning a summer in England"
She shook her head and tried to sit up in the trunk. "...Mind getting me out of here, the legs are cramping"