Don’t give up champ. Words she knew weren’t him. Weren’t coming from the rational part of Sam anymore. He wasn’t in there and this is what Ruby had left to work with. “Dean does have to die Sam, I’m sorry, but you had to know when you said Yes, you had to know that it would come to this. That’s how life works when you sell your soul. You should know that by now” Her words were harsh, bitter and tinged with cruelty but she knew full well that she was right. The last five years had shown her that she was right.
Simply because hadn’t taught her how to cope with a choice like the one he’d made. He wanted her to stop it and she knew already that she never would. She’d needed him and when he wasn’t there life had begun to hurt, caring had hurt no matter how nice people were, she’d slipped and she’d fallen into the ease of darkness. Ruby didn’t understand how she was supposed to change now. His rambling brought her to his side again, leaning down to run her hands through his hair, messing it, comforting him as best she could. “Tell me what Sam? There’s nothing you can tell me now that’ll change anything. You should know that. You should understand that its too late.” He stood up then, and all she could do was follow, the walk around the house, the confusion, the worry. She’d take it, because it was him. “Tell me the truth, give me a reason I can believe?” she asked. She didn’t expect much.