The blood did make it better. As disgusting and wrong as it was, Sam liked the blood. He knew that, which was why he was so much more afraid to drink it now than ever because he thought that he'd end up liking it too much in the long run. It was needed, absolutely, but when it became a personal enjoyment? It turned into a problem. Sam didn't like having problems. He already had too many to deal with on a daily basis.
"With you," Sam said, looking up to meet her gaze. Hand over her chest, Sam could feel the beat of the heart that Ruby was using to keep the body running. Just the body. Not herself. Sam didn't know how that worked. Leaning slightly against the wall, Sam looked down at their hands and bit his lip. Would it really be so horrible if he tried? It was one thing seeing her animate this body on a daily basis. But things dove into a whole new level when he was able to see what was on the inside of what demons so carelessly dubbed as their puppets.
He worried that she'd be angry for it, but the way she was looking at him and the words that Ruby happened to be letting out were far too heavy of a presence to ignore. He wanted to feel her. The hand that wasn't covering her heart slid up to cup the side of Ruby's face as he stared into her eyes and began to focus.
It took longer than usual. Sam was wary of his actions and he wanted to avoid harming her at every cost. How could he avoid doing that when the only thing that he had ever done was harm the demons he had used his abilities on? It was difficult. He didn't grab. He didn't twist or pull or attempt to destroy in any way. No, instead, when Sam felt the surprising presence of the demon within, he did nothing. It was a light brush and nothing more.
"There you are," he said softly, holding her gaze. He was actually there. Right there. Touching that part of Ruby that he never thought that he'd be able to. Because it wasn't flesh or blood or a body that was stolen from a hospital bed. It was her. Completely and entirely her.