Was she pouting at him? Sam hated it when Ruby started on with the pouting. He didn't keep his eyes on her long enough to decide on whether or not he was being purely delusional. Sam instead continued to follow her instructions carefully, knowing that he couldn't let his thoughts about the pregnant Ruby stuff distract him while he was doing something as important as prepping a hex bag. Magic was dangerous. Dangerous. Then again, so was Ruby without her french fries. Adding raging hormones to the combination, round it off with the knowledge that she was a demon and, even though she could be terribly loving, Sam knew she had one hell of a vicious side tucked away inside her as well. Fuck. He couldn't knock her up. Knocked up Ruby was bad. Bad.
Sam battled with his thoughts as he mixed in the herbs. When she told him to read from the book again, he did so. The Latin came out pretty fluently from him, as he was rather experienced with reading through it on a frequent basis. He wasn't as fluent with it as Bobby was, but he was better than Dean at it by far. Practice made perfect. As did paying attention, which...admittedly, Sam was having a hard time at doing. He kept on reading on until he got to the part where the sulphur and rock salt were needed. That sort of amused him. Ruby playing around with rock salt. He almost smirked at her, but fought of the desire to do so in exchange for working at completing the hex bag. He mixed the two items, the result immediately bringing forth the rise of a flame that seemed ridiculously deadly to him. Sam jumped back slightly, clearly startled. When the fire didn't spread like crazy across the table and throughout the room, Sam ran a hand over his face and released a nervous laugh. "Well, that was...you did warn me."
Looking fairly sheepish, Sam read out the last few lines. He paused briefly when the flash suddenly appeared - one simple, quick flash, as if it were warning him or something - and dragged the bowl of blood closer. The blood wasn't all that interesting to him. He was, however, surprised to find that he could just tell that it wasn't demonic. It didn't...seem right. Brow furrowing in concentration, Sam tipped the bowl to the side, dripping the blood into the fire. He accidentally added a few drops more than necessary, but Sam was so distracted between his thoughts and avoiding actually touching the flame that he barely took notice of it.
Sam eyed the fire uncertainly. "Out?"
He was surprised to find that such a simple word had the fire vanishing immediately. Sam raised his brows. Was that it?