"Some kinda romantic, tragic, comedy type thing," Sam decided. He smiled faintly. "Romeo and Juliet have nothing on us." Though Sam really did hope that their story would end differently. Romantically based suicides. Sam glanced over at Ruby at the slightest, immediately deciding that it was something that she'd find tacky. Possibly more with the tacky than the levels of awful that it really would be. He shook his head and forced his eyes back onto the road. The traffic wasn't too heavy. Sam was grateful for it, too, because the chances of him accidentally veering around a stupid driver or getting caught in an actual accident were now much slimmer. He didn't need Ruby flailing over every sudden lurch and acceleration that he made. That wasn't what he brought her out here for.
"Yes." Sam slowed the car a little, coming to a momentary halt at a light. He looked over at her quietly. "They would. Which is why they can't find out." Sam was one hundred percent certain on that. Their secret was meant to stay a secret. Otherwise he'd end up locked away somewhere and Ruby...she'd be much worse off. "I'd like to think that Dean still trusts me." The angels? No. Not so much. Sam didn't think that they trusted him at all to begin with.
His face darkened. "Ruby, it doesn't matter what I'm dealing with right now. Small price to pay for what we have, but I'm not complaining." He was always able to vent at Ruby if Dean got too irritable and things always seemed to pick up a little before getting worse again. It wasn't the best thing for him in the world by far, but Sam was dealing better than most people would. "And Dean is too judgmental. You're not poison. Not to me." He reached for her shoulder this time, as her hand had been quick to leave his own. "I love you, Ruby. Don't worry about what other people say or think, okay?"