Ignore the arm. Be logical. Don't drink her blood. Sam drew in a heavy breath, watching uncertainly as Sunshine peered at herself in the mirror. She didn't see black eyes on herself. Those could have been the words of a demon spewing up some crap story to get him distracted long enough to open up an attack, but that logical side of himself that Sam was trying to stick with demanded that Sam continue to look at the situation reasonably. Something was very wrong with this picture. That rock salt and trap by the door should have held. The only other way in was through the windows, which were protected by salt lines as well. Sunshine couldn't have been a demon. Sam had enough experience with the black-eyed sons of bitches to know better than that by now. Rock salt, holy water, devils traps - it all worked. Unless every single one of those demons were high leveled - which, judging from their combat skills? Sam found himself feeling extremely doubtful. Demons who could surpass the usual tricks would have ripped them all apart from the inside out by now. Sam bit down on his lip just a little bit harder, nearly drawing his own blood as compensation for what he couldn't take from the black-eyed woman standing before him. Surely he knew better. That didn't change that part of him that put those black eyes and demon blood together, making his instincts scream that he pounce on Sunshine immediately. Sam wasn't going to though. He had vowed to stay clean and, beyond that, if Sunshine was herself, Sam was pretty sure she wouldn't have appreciated being jumped on by a particularly large man who was looking to drink her blood. She'd think him a vampire. Or worse.
"They look fine," Sam replied, peering into the mirror cautiously. "Normal." There was still some blood in the sink. Sam tore his gaze away immediately. "More importantly: if either of us were demons, would we even be able to be in here right now? I know my traps. I'm real careful with them. Make sure all my t's are crossed and i's are dotted. There's no way you could be in here if you were a demon." There. Logic. Sam folded his arms over his chest, pointedly keeping his attention focused on a particularly uninteresting spot on the wall above Sunshine's head. Down, boy. No blood. Not a demon. And even if she had been a demon, still. No blood. "Neither of us are demons. I'm actually beginning to wonder if anyone here really is." Hands rising in front of himself in a surrender-like manner, Sam carefully stepped back into the motel room and dropped his backpack onto the bed. Out of wariness, he couldn't help but keep an eye on the bathroom/kitchen area as he dug through his bag and pulled out a first-aid kit. "How deep is it? Do you need stitches?" Sam could patch her up if need be. It'd be difficult with the must drink blood attitude he had squirming around inside of him, but Sam would do his best to deal.
She wasn't a demon. He just needed to focus on that. More importantly, Sam needed to make sure that Sunshine was buying into the fact that neither of them were possessed. He didn't want to end up having to fight her.