Sam popped one of the beers open and took a gulp. It didn't go down well, not with his mind on what was to come. Swallowing hard, Sam slid it onto the table and carried the rest over to the fridge. There were a few left-over from a couple days ago untouched inside, but not nearly enough to get Sam through this nightmare of a conversation (yes, it was going to be a nightmare if whatever Ruby was laying on him was worse off than even Brady had been) in one piece. It really had been a good plan, going off and getting a few more. Sam shut them away with the others, looking up in time to see Ruby enter the kitchen from across the room. He didn't say anything to her. He didn't need to. Ruby walked in and just started talking at him, like if she didn't get everything out all at once she'd spontaneously combust or something.
Azazel's back. Back. As in alive? Like the others who had returned from the grave? Sam didn't move. He let Ruby talk, listening as Ruby started on about Grandpa Campbell being the actual Azazel, lurking underneath some sort of glamor. Had they bothered to check him with the holy water? The silver? Sam thought back, hard, but found that he couldn't remember a single moment where he or any of his other family members had put Samuel under the usual trials that they did for everyone else. Things had been so hectic when Grandpa Campbell had arrived. Sam had just assumed that someone else had taken care of the routine, rather than going at himself. Stupid, stupid. He'd checked everyone else; why not him? Why? Sam drew in a deep breath, his emotions writhing through different levels of anger and surprise so fast that he felt like he was going to be the one to do the spontaneous combusting.
Sam did no such thing, thankfully. Rather, he shut the fridge door, quietly turned around, and walked back to the kitchen table. Reaching out, Sam picked up his beer. He stared out ahead of himself for a long moment, eyes fixed on nothing in particular until he looked down and took a long drink from his beer. It was only after he swallowed it down that he spoke again. He didn't bother looking at Ruby while he did so. Sam didn't think he'd be able to keep himself from snapping into a fit of pure rage if he did. "How long has he been back?" How long had she been hiding this from him? Anger. It was bleeding through, begging to take a lick at Ruby. Sam didn't let it.