Sam couldn't help but find himself partially distracted by the snakes dancing across Shay's brow. That...that wasn't normal. At all. He half squinted at it before realizing that staring at the snake tattoo was a good way for him to get himself killed. Tightening his grip on the shotgun in his hands, Sam lifted his chin and focused on Shay's eyes. Still clear. But how long would that last? "Sam," he replied carefully, balancing the gun with a hand as he reached in his pocket for his flask. It was a new one. Sam had to throw the last one he'd kept away because he'd kept it stocked with demon blood. Sam hadn't even bothered to empty it out at the time. He had to get rid of it as quickly as possible. It was likely buried somewhere deep down in the Mississippi River by now. Sam tossed the flask at her and nodded to it. "You should really have yourself a drink." Would it even make a difference if she did though? There was something really weird about all these demons. It made Sam wish he still had his powers at full force. He could have reached out mentally, gripped at the demon, and dragged it right on out. No exorcisms needed.
Sam felt something inside of him deflate gloomily at that. Even with all the bad that he had done, there was something good about being able to use his abilities to save people. He had been able to pull demons out effortlessly back then, leaving the demons' victims alive more often than not. Now he had to use Ruby's knife to get the job done because the exorcisms were all screwed up. How many people was he going to have to harm to keep himself safe?
"You do the holy water, I'll do the rock salt. If neither makes us go all crazy, I'll call it even on both our parts." Sam reached for the shelf beside him and hoisted up one of the containers of rock salt that he had intended to drop into his backpack. "Okay?"