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Sam knew that Booth was hot on his heels, but he couldn't speak for the rest of the gang. He wasn't waiting for them. Right now, with Ruby out there, he couldn't afford to. Instead Sam kept fighting his way through the unpleasant mass of hunters, each attacking him in different ways, all spitting out words of monster and it's your fault and we're gonna save the world from the both of you freaks at every turn he went. Normally, that sort of thing would have gotten under his skin. Sam would have said no, I'm not a monster and you don't understand, but he didn't bother this time. They were the enemy. They had his wife. They weren't important enough for him to try talking sense into anymore.
Sam could remember a time where killing another person had stood against everything that he had believed in. He wouldn't kill. There was a firm way on how things worked. There were the monsters, then there were the humans. He was a hunter. He hunted monsters. Anyone else could be dealt with in a different way. Jail, usually. It was either that or talk some kind of logic into them, but that was all in the past. Had been for a while. Sam could remember changing. Shooting Jake down, gifting him with more bullets than Sam could remember putting into the gun he had attacked him with to begin with. He had still been careful about people after that, but over the years that black and white coloring on things had begun to blur.
Over the years, Sam began to understand that regular people could turn into monsters, too.
Covered in blood (not all of it being his own), Sam crossed another hall and kicked his way into a large room. There, he found a group of hunters, each pointing a gun square at him. At the center of the room, Sam saw a woman half hunched over, tied down and charred, looking as though she had suffered from some seriously bad burns from god only knew what. She was talking to herself. Laughing and muttering under her breath, as though she were both talking to the hunters and yet not at the same time. Sam paused, ignoring the five -- no, there were six -- guns pointed directly at him and stared at the woman.
That was Ruby. Fear momentarily pushed away the anger, but that rage didn't want to walk away just yet. It came back loud and, this time, more violent than ever.
No.
He raised his gun and started moving, even though it was damn well obvious he didn't stand a chance at attacking every single hunter that stood before him without getting gunned down himself. And he did. Well, sort of. Rather than getting killed, Sam found himself making friends with a very nasty bullet that had decided to bury itself deep into his shoulder. Sam grunted, ignored the pain, and charged ahead again, but one of the hunters sidelined him, another snatched his gun away, and before he knew what was what Sam was forced down on his knees with his arms pinned behind his back. Sam shouted for the hunter to let go, struggled against his grip, and very nearly got away from him at one point, but with the help of a second pair of strong hands, Sam was forced into place. Fingers buried themselves into his hair and his head was forced up so that he was looking directly at Ruby and another woman, this one looking far too smug for Sam's liking. There was some kind of sack at Ruby's feet, but Sam didn't pay any attention to it.
It was only Ruby that he could look at now. Ruby and that smug bitch that was staring at him from above her shoulder.