He understood her hesitance, even if Sam would be the first to admit that he didn't like it. Still, this was progress. They were being careful around one another - honestly, who wouldn't have been in this situation? - and they were dealing with all of this as best as they could. Sam didn't know Sunshine terribly well, but he was definitely marking down points in her favor for her ability to cope in a bad situation. Not that he had forgotten her little break-down on the boards earlier, but this? Right here? It was being handled well. Sam really hoped that they both stuck with it until they got back to camp. If he was seeing black eyes on her, chances were other people would as well. But if Sunshine cooperated, he wouldn't let anyone touch her. Between him, Ruby, and Dean, she'd be okay. They'd look out for her. "Take what you need," Sam responded in regards to the first-aid kit. Sam had a few injuries himself, but they were pretty well hidden save for a scratch or two on his face. They had been cleaned up earlier, just before Sam had met up with Sunshine here. There were a few more kits back at the camp, so they'd be okay. So long as they were careful with supplies and rationed it out evenly for the next couple days, Sam probably wouldn't have to go out in search of stuff to keep his group supplied until the end of the week. Which was kind of relieving, to be honest. People were stripping places pretty clean, which meant that Sam was either going to have to expand further out into the city for his next run or hit up the hospital. The last he had heard - directly from Martha, who had been caught up in the fray there - the place was a definite hot spot for chaos. Sam didn't want to risk breaking in and stealing supplies from there just yet, even if that's probably where the most goods were at the moment.
It really did feel like the end of the world right now. People had gone around talking about how this apocalypse hadn't been much like they had expected for a while before, yet now Sam found that he would have taken that repetitive talk over having to forage for food and fight his friends any day of the week. He tried to avoid thinking about how all of this was his fault. It wasn't easy.
"Have you ever used a gun before?" Sam inquired, doing so without bothering to turn back and look at her. He wanted to look back, but Sam knew that the sight of her blood and eyes combined would make him start behaving oddly again. As much as he had convinced himself that Sunshine wasn't a demon, there was still that nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. Drink her blood, it growled. Sam ignored it. He really didn't want to scare her again. "'Cause I'm not letting you walk out of this room without one. I'd rather we avoid shooting at people - demon look-a-likes or not - but we need to be able to defend ourselves." His shotguns had rock salt in them. Handguns had regular bullets. Sam was probably going to loan out one of the rock salt loaded ones. There'd be a lower chance of her shooting anyone to death, himself included.