"No, you don't understand," Sam growled, slowly putting a hand to the wall so that he was able to stand upright. It was done clumsily. Sam was still getting used to being able to be in control of his own body again; he hadn't used his limbs in a long time. "What does any of this matter if Dean is dead? What does anything matter?" Sam looked down at Ruby angrily, what little sanity he had left gripping onto the one thing that had kept it in existence to begin with: Dean. It had once been Ruby too, but a part of Sam had started blocking out the happiness that they had shared together the second she turned her back on his family. "You should let him do it. Let Dean kill me. It's the only way to stop all this, isn't it? I have to die and Dean - he can't, I won't let him. You can't let Dean...one, two, three..." Sam put a hand to his head and closed his eyes. He was slipping again. He had to stay. He didn't want to leave. No, no, no, no, no...
There. Better.
"If you won't do it, he will," Sam insisted, shrugging away from Ruby. He started walking for the door, then stopped. What was he doing? Where did he think he was going? This place was probably crawling with demons. And Ruby. She wouldn't let him go. "I don't want to pretend. I don't trust you anymore. I don't want you." Sam took the ring that was in his hand and set aside onto the table. "Take it back. Get rid of it. Just get it away from me." Sam dropped back down again, body hitting the door. He couldn't leave. Couldn't do anything. How was he supposed to warn Dean? It wasn't like he could call him anymore.
"I think we should go," Sam said quietly. "She's not the same anymore. I didn't fall in love with this one." Sam pressed his face into the door, eyes closing tightly. "They don't make pie anymore. It's the apocalypse." Sam laughed, head pulling away from the door and smacking against it hard. Sam hit his head again. And again. And again. "It's the apocalypse, Dean."