Sam nodded in agreement. The property was far more than what Sam imagined it would be like when Ruby mentioned that she'd found a place. Of course, given his typical bout of living situations, Sam didn't have many high expectations as it were. The apartment that he and Ruby shared alone went above and beyond anything Sam could have dreamed up for himself. This house, with it's huge spread of land surrounding it, was something else entirely. It was the kind of place that the average family with two point three kids and a dog would occupy - not a hunter and a demon, both of which were very unemployed and happened to have very limited amounts of money to call their own. Life didn't work that way for people like them. They shacked up in motel rooms, they took to abandoned homes, they made due with whatever they could find until they had to move on. Sam and Ruby were lucky enough to have an apartment, let alone something like this. And yet, Sam couldn't help but examine the house thoughtfully. It had a lot of potential. Plenty of space for hunting supplies - maybe even his own room to work on stuff for his hunts in general, rather than a small corner of the bedroom he and Ruby shared back at their apartment - and possibly a spare bedroom for Dean whenever he needed a place to crash. Sam never thought he'd really care much about finding the ideal living situation for himself, but as he stood there and took in their surroundings, he couldn't help but begin to map out ideas in his head. Hidden supernatural traps, scattered throughout the property for any intruders. A shooting range. Maybe they could even build their own panic room, like the one that Bobby had back at his place. "I can't believe you found this place," Sam said thoughtfully, shaking his head. "And haunted? Go figure." Only they could find a house they wanted, only to find out that the place was riddled with ghosts. Typical.
Sam raised a brow at the phrase 'mind wibble', but rather than commenting Sam smirked, finished checking his own gun, then reached into the backseat for the shovels. Chances were, Ruby was going to stand around and mock him while he did all the hard work, but Sam found that he'd be able to live with that. He was a little drained - literally - from Ruby feeding off of him earlier, but the minimal amount of healing that his (grumble, grumble) fairy powers had granted him made it so that the blood in his system was recovering a lot faster than it would be if he were human. His wounds hadn't closed up yet, but the color in his cheeks was already beginning to return. Considering that Ruby's freakish appetite seemed to be growing, Sam figured that being able to keep himself together was probably a good thing. He didn't know if he'd be able to if it got much worse, though. It'd started out with a little bit - just once a day, really - and now no less than a week later and Ruby was practically begging him for blood a couple times a day. Sam eyed her carefully, half wondering how much longer they had before she needed to feed again, before he shouldered the shovels and shotgun, elbowed the door shut, and let Ruby lock her car up behind him. For now, it didn't matter. So long as Sam made sure she stayed fed, Ruby wouldn't lose control. If Ruby didn't lose control, they wouldn't have to worry about anything terrible happening. Like adding a few more corpses to Ruby's already very, very tall body count. That was over. She wasn't that person anymore and she wasn't about to be again because of some stupid vampire based urges. If letting Ruby feed off him a few times a day was what he needed to do to see that through, then Sam could live with that. She was his wife. Sam would do everything in his power to protect her and keep her safe. He sure as hell wasn't about to stop because something out there had decided to screw with them. Again.