"Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but you're pretty familiar with this story, right? I mean, you and your demon buddies were my biggest fangirls at the time, weren't you?" He nudged her shoulder playfully, hoping to brighten up her spirits a little in the process. "I spent the rest of my childhood dreaming up something big. Wishing for more, even though I knew I could never really have it. Back then, there wasn't really an escape. It was do what Dad said, that was the golden rule, no matter how often I imagined I'd turn on heel and run the other way and do whatever I damn well wanted to. So no, I don't think you're crazy. You got this idea of something really beautiful put into your head and now you think maybe one day you might want it. Being disappointed by the knowledge that you can't have it is perfectly fine. I know it's not exactly the same, 'cause I was a kid then and eventually I did get to go to college - for a little while, at least - but I don't think that you getting upset over having a potential option for your future torn out of the path you're walking on is a crime. It's understandable that you're upset right now, especially since you deserve to have ten million kids someday, if that's what you want."
Sam's expression softened. He reached over and tilted Ruby's chin upward, cupping her face in a hand while he dragged his thumb across her cheek, wiping away a tear. "I'm so sorry you'll never be able to give birth to a child of your -" He paused, knowing that wasn't just what she wanted. "- our own. I'm sorry. Maybe everyone else'll have kids, maybe we'll have to sit by and watch as Dean and Jess and whoever else builds up a family of their own, kids and all. But you know what? You and me, we'll still have each other. We'll always have each other, okay? And while they're off having kids, we'll be the one's visiting and teaching them all kinds of crazy stuff and they'll call us their super cool Aunt Ruby and Uncle Sam. And hey, they won't be wrong. We are super cool."
Not the eggs thing again. "I'm not hungry. And I'm sitting up and there's nothing you can do about it. So those two things? Non-issues. I do think you need to hug me more, though, because I'm feeling sorely neglected in that department."