Two and a half weeks. Did Ruby realize how much damage could have been done in that time? How many people Azazel could have killed? How much danger she had been putting his family in by constantly letting him be around them? Sam closed his eyes, attention firmly on focusing his breathing. His anger. It was a vicious thing, that anger of his. Bottled so deep down, but dangerous whenever it made it to the top. Sam didn't want to think that he was dangerous to Ruby (not beyond the addiction to her blood factor, at least), but he knew that his anger would hurt her. It always did when he directed it toward Ruby. He would yell, he would argue, and it would break her. Sam wished he could go about all of this calmly; he thought maybe he could have, if she had told him this a lot sooner. As it was now, Sam couldn't keep anything bottled for long. He knew that he was going to snap. Sam knew Ruby was going to hurt. But she should have known better, a voice argued, she should have told you sooner. She deserves every bit of what you dish out.
Sam set his bottle aside and forced himself to look at her. "You let that son of a bitch near my family," he said slowly, voice as cold as his initial reaction had been, if not colder. "You let us sit down at that table with him, knowing that he could have ripped us all apart right then and there. My mother was around him!" There it was; that anger. Flaring to the surface, breaking through in his eyes like fire. His voice was even worse. Louder, rougher. At the mere thought of Azazel sitting next to the woman that he had burned on Sam's nursery ceiling, Sam couldn't help but break. He wasn't allowed to touch her. Yet here he had been all this time - pretending to be one of their own, getting closer and closer to the family he'd ripped apart, and likely working on some sort of fucked up plan to screw them all over again. "You should have told me. You should have told all of us. Together, we could have stopped him right then and there. Now God only knows what kind of damage he's already done. I don't care if you think you were protecting us. What you did was wrong and unbelievably stupid. I thought you'd learned by now; being around me, being here with all of us, I thought you'd have learned that lying to the people you care about does nothing but hurt them. Even if you think you're protecting them, it's always gonna come back and bite everyone in the ass. Or did you forget about everything that led me to Lilith?"
Sam ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. "You're unbelievable. And, no, right now? I'm a little more than pissed off. I'm not gonna stand here and profess my love to you because you're feeling bad. Sorry, I'm not exactly in the mood." First there was anger, now there was sarcasm. A part of Sam hated himself for going at Ruby this way, but he couldn't help it. Sometimes people did and said stupid things when they were upset. This was definitely one of those times. "I asked you before I left. I gave you every opportunity to be honest with me and you lied right to my face! I thought you would have learned by now, but you're being...you're being -" Sam threw his hands in the air and turned around, fingers rising to rub at the side of his jaw. "- you're being impossible, is what you're being. How am I supposed to trust you when you pull crap like this all the time?"
He couldn't do this. Sam had to leave. He had to warn everyone, then he had to hunt Azazel's yellow eyed ass down and find some way to kill him off before he did the same to his family. Would Ruby's knife work? The Colt sure did, but Crowley still had his paws all over that and Sam had no idea where the bastard was.
Blood. Drink it. It'll make you strong again.
Nostrils flared, Sam clenched his teeth together tightly and exhaled slowly. No. He couldn't. Not now. Not ever. "I have to take care of this," Sam said sternly. "I have to go."