Compulsion. Right, the vampire thing. One would think that forgetting that the woman standing next to him was a vampire would have been a lot harder than it actually was. She had fed off his own arm not but a few hours ago, yet here he was. Still thinking that, somehow, she was a demon. Shaking his head moodily, Sam scrubbed his palm across his face and reached for the shovel. If they were going to take care of this ghost mess, they needed to do it now. Neither of them really knew how well that compulsion thing worked or if it would even last for more than a little while at a time. Sam just wanted to clean this place up, skip back to their apartment, and keep out of sight until this whole power swap crazy blew over. At least then, they'd both be in their right element. Right now, with all these unexpected powers, Sam and Ruby really didn't know what to do with themselves half the time.
At least I'm not floating around anymore, Sam thought, stabbing at the ground with his shovel. He didn't start digging yet, though; it was kind of hard for him to focus on getting anything done when Ruby was going on about how he didn't deserve what those other hunters had been dishing. Skin prickling in irritation, Sam snapped a disbelieving look Ruby's way. "It is my fault." They'd had the same argument so many times that Sam didn't even feel the need to elaborate. Ruby knew how he felt about everything. The demon blood drinking, his power spree, the woman that he had killed to get to Lilith, opening up the final seal and setting Lucifer free...
He wasn't an innocent man. Not by a long shot. Those hunters, as much as it killed him on the inside, had every right to be angry with him. More so, they had every right to want him dead. "Doesn't matter if I'm getting better," Sam added bitterly, "the only thing they're gonna see is what I did. What they've gotta deal with now. I know you love me, Ruby, but this is so much bigger than you protecting me right now. Look at it from their perspective. The world is ending, I'm putting their lives on the line, and whatever family and friends they got left are probably being condemned to death because of what I did. They have every right to hate me."
Sam grabbed at the handle of his shovel and slammed his foot down, pushing the shovel in deep enough to claw up a good clump of grass and dirt. "That doesn't mean I'm okay with them attacking us," he pointed out, hefting up the dirt. "No matter where they're coming from, they're still coming after you and me." He paused. "They're still coming after you." Sam stared at Ruby thoughtfully, that prickly feeling spreading to the back of his neck. He suddenly felt hot. Defensive. As much as Sam could understand the couple that had been here not but a few minutes ago, Sam knew that their side of the story wouldn't matter when it came down to them versus he and Ruby. He would kill them and he would do it slow if they so much as looked at Ruby funny. He had promised to protect her. He wasn't going to let her down.
Maybe the digging thing wasn't such a bad plan after all. Not only were they disposing of their little ghost problem, but it was also giving Sam the perfect way to vent. He slammed the shovel into the ground again, this time a lot harder than before.