Every single time that Sam heard a story about Ruby like that one, he literally felt like the wind was being knocked out of him. He knew that Ruby was a demon. They were very vicious creatures and would do whatever they could to survive. In most cases, killing and stealing and causing chaos in order to do so only served as more of a perk rather than essential to their lifestyle. Ruby was different from all the rest of them, however. Sam wasn't naive enough to believe that there was not a point in time where she herself went running around, killing people for fun just because she could. Ruining lives. Massacring innocents. Sam closed his eyes, the hands on the table sliding down to grip at the edges instead. She was better now. She knew better. He was going to make sure she never walked that path again.
Ruby had also said that she hadn't had a choice at the time. Sam could believe that, even if the bitter truth was still hard to ignore.
"No, I'm okay." Sam reached for his beer, tilting his head back to take in a few heavy swallows. He turned his back to the table to watch her, the obvious conflict painted on his face right there in the open for Ruby to see. He hated hearing about some of the things that she had done, but it was all a part of who she was. That great, big mystery that he found himself eager to learn everything that he could about. He might have hated large corners of her past, but Sam would take what he could get. There was so much of Ruby that he hadn't seen. So much that he wanted to. Even moments like this one, where he got nothing but heartache out of hearing about the things that she had done, he would take. It was her. He would take every last part of her.
"And you're sure that she didn't have some sort of problem with carrying? Have you had any other cases like that one that have lasted that long?" Sam was pushing her for more information. He needed to be sure about this. Sam didn't want to risk anything.