He breathed out heavily through his nose and nodded. He knew that what was to come wasn't going to be easy. Hell, Sam was still riding the fence about a lot of it. Killing, drinking demon blood - what was he getting himself into? He had imagined the demon blood as something awful and traumatizing, but contrary to that belief Sam had been wrong. It was bad. He wasn't supposed to. But, as much as he hated to admit it to himself, Sam didn't think it was that horrible to drink. It made him feel good. Made him stronger. And it was like what Ruby had always said: it was a part of him already.
Murder though. That wasn't part of who he was at all. It never had been.
"I could never hate you," Sam protested, immediately frowning, "might get frustrated and angry, but I don't think I've got it in me to hate you, Ruby." Before, yes. It was easy. Once she got past those gates he kept up around himself, it was a different matter entirely. "Just make sure that I don't get lost along the way," Sam reminded her, leaning in for a quick kiss, "and then...then maybe it'll be fine."
He shifted a little, looking out across the room. "I should probably get started with the research for a while. You think you'll be okay with watching TV while I do? And the salad. You should really work on that."