“I'm worried,” Sam admitted, pausing for a small moment, “and I'm not gonna lie to you - you're right about all this being harder now. You're a lot easier to hurt than you used to be and we gotta be real careful with that, okay? Doesn't mean I'm angry with you and it doesn't mean that I'm gonna be going out of my way to protect you, it just means that we have to be more careful.” She seemed so insistent on believing that he was going to be stressing himself over worrying over her. Didn't she realize that he did that already, demon or not? She was his wife. She could have been the strongest creature in all the universe in Sam still would have worried. That was part of being in love with someone, wasn't it? Always wondering. Always worrying. Always hoping.
“Now, c'mon,” Sam said again, nodding to his outstretched hand, “let's go to the couch. I'll help you finish off that bottle.” Which meant he'd pick at the drink while Ruby did what she needed to do. No way did he plan on getting wasted with her in this condition. She wasn't used to that body and Sam had no idea how far she was planning on pushing it with this drinking thing.