The address that Sam had been given wasn't an easy one to find. Since Sam didn't have anything to drive (nor could he legally do so), he had to resort to traveling by foot and bus. There was a wad of cash tucked away in the hunting stuff that he had found in the room he'd woken in (probably his Dad's money, but Sam knew he'd get over it if it was being used for his survival - besides, they could always pull the 'you hit my kid with your car!' con again if they really needed the money that badly), but Sam hadn't really thought too far into taking a taxi cab. He didn't really trust anyone driving him alone. A bus full of crowded people, sure. A tiny car with a foreign party in the drivers seat? Nuh-uh. No way. Sam had experienced things the hard way when it came down to how bad one could get caught up when talking to people that they didn't know all that well. He had done as much a few years ago, something that he remembered more vividly than most things. He had thought he was talking to another hunter, maybe one of Dad's friends, but ended up having a gun pointed into his face instead. Sam didn't remember much beyond that - just that Dad had gotten there in time and Dean had hauled him off. There was talk of shovels, too, which sometimes worried Sam. He tried not to think too much about it. He had only been a baby, after all, and he probably got it all mixed up or something.
That didn't mean that he was going to make the same mistakes all over again. Squeezing into the bus was pretty easy. All he had to do was drop a few coins in the slot and stand up with a hand gripping the back of an occupied seat. It was a busy time of day and there were a lot of people traveling. Sam ended up having to stand up the whole ride, only to find himself taking the wrong route before switching up on the next bus and finally ending up at the proper location.
He didn't really know this Ruby girl. Heck, he didn't know anyone here, really. Dean was missing, Dad was gone; neither of them were answering their phones. The only thing that he could trust was the word of Bobby, who happened to be the only voice he really did find reasonable out of all the others. He sort of wished that Bobby were there. Instead, Sam ended up having to handle things on his own. It certainly wasn't the first time. He and Dean did a lot of grown up things by themselves. Dad wasn't always around and they sometimes had to. But right now, after having woken in a strange place with no clue as to how he had gotten there, Sam wished that he wasn't alone. Maybe that was why he was so eager to find the girl. At least then he'd have someone to talk to, especially since she seemed all right. Sort of chatty, but nice all the same.
Tracing his way back to the motel room that Ruby had told him about, Sam shifted the backpack he had brought with him from one shoulder to the other. It was a pretty simple bag, one that he'd found under his bed filled with gun cleaning supplies. Sam had dumped all that out and stocked up on snacks, the wallet he'd found with all the fake ID's and cards, rock salt, and a handgun. All the things a growing boy needed. Raising a balled up fist, Sam knocked on the door to Ruby's room a few times and waited. He was hoping that she was still there and hadn't decided to run off by now. It had taken him longer than expected to get there and he worried she got tired of waiting.