"I think..." Sam frowned, an obvious strain crossing him over. It was difficult. Mostly because he was used to just reaching in real fast, grabbing hold, and yanking. Being delicate with a demon was not easy when he was so terribly used to being aggressive. Eyes still closed, Sam leaned forward, nose brushing against hers as he concentrated. At first, he brushed her. Then he made a grab, one that was a little too forceful. He winced, let go, and then reached out again.
"Sorry," Sam muttered, "just...hang on." This time he went more slowly. He almost felt like he was back in the beginning stages of his training again. The focus was harder. That's what this was, sort of. If he could do this the right way, it'd be just like training. He could get better at this. Make Ruby feel safe and secure whenever she needed it. It was that very thought that drove Sam to continue. He imagined himself reaching out with a hand to touch that black demonic essence that he knew would be inside of her. Fingers tightening, he grabbed onto the demon that was Ruby with the same grip that he used on the others. The only difference was that it was eased up. He wasn't pulling a rabbit out a hat. This was different.