That was certainly a start. Sam knew that it wasn't easy for Ruby, offering to participate in helping him get rid of Azazel. He may not have approved of their relationship, but it didn't take genius to figure that she still had feelings for the son of a bitch. She still cared. Ruby may not have been willing to admit as much now that he was pissed with her, but Sam knew it to be true. The agreement to assist him and his family (if his family didn't rip her apart when they found out she'd been keeping something as major as Azazel a secret all this time) forced the anger back a little. It wasn't gone - not by a long shot - but Sam felt less prone to turning his back on Ruby and furiously storming out of the apartment. He still wanted to leave, surely; Azazel was here, if he could get to him before the rest of his family got back, then he could deal with him and be done with it. Plus, if he got away that meant he'd be able to get rid of Ruby for a while. He didn't really want to be around her that much right now. Not after finding out that, once again, she had been lying to him. Keeping secrets. Pretending that everything was just fine and dandy, when really his attention should have been directly on the one thing she was keeping hidden in the dark.
Sam flinched a little when she put her hand on his arm. He didn't do it because he was afraid of her; Sam did it because he hadn't been expecting to be touched. Coming out of a rage like that, then having someone come at him with such a gentle gesture felt strange. Strange enough to make him uncomfortable. How was it that Ruby was able to touch him like that when he was so upset with her, making him almost feel...what, ashamed? It was definitely something like shame. He had every right to be upset, but the emotion still kicked in. It was the look on her face, the way she was acting because of how she had taken the news. Sam didn't like seeing her upset. Even when he was enraged with her, he didn't like it at all. "Good," Sam said firmly, forcing himself to withstand the guilt. He wasn't going to give in and play nice because Ruby wasn't taking this well. It wasn't fair. "Prove it to me. Show me you're not one of his again. I need to see this, Ruby. It's the only way we're gonna -" He shook his head and looked away, loosing one of the fists he had balled up earlier out of frustration. Sam slid his hand into his pocket, fingers wrapping around the box that he'd been carrying there. He was supposed to propose to her. Sam had it all planned out. He had planned on asking her to be a part of his life forever, because she was the perfect woman for him. Because he trusted and believed in her. Sam tightened his hand around the box. He didn't know how to feel about that now. Sam certainly knew that he wasn't going to pop the question when he was feeling like this. So doubtful. Of her, of them, of everything. Drawing in a breath, Sam pulled his arm away from the hand she had set on him. "I need this. We need this. It's the only way, Ruby. You gotta help me take him down."
Sam moved over to the table and picked up his beer again. He drank down the rest of it in one go, looking to Ruby when she spoke of his laptop. Under different circumstances, he would have been thrilled. Sam had honestly thought that the entire thing had been done for after he'd smashed it apart before he took off on his hunt. Yet here Ruby was, telling him that she'd not only fixed it, but had it upgraded. Maybe he would have tackled her into a hug before. Told her that she was the best. Showed her his gratitude in every way possible, because that laptop was one of his most favorite things in the world.
Instead, Sam slid both hands into his pockets, looked down at the floor, and nodded. "Good. Thanks. I'll take care of that." Sam found himself staring at her a second later. "You're in on the plan. Whether they want you to be or not. If you screw it up, that's it. You're out." He felt like he didn't have to explain what out meant. As big of a deal as this was, Ruby would get it on her own.