What had happened with those hex bags had really set Sam off at the time. He understood why Ruby had felt obligated to plant them, but there was nothing in the world that would ever make Sam feel okay about sitting things out when the people that he loved were in danger. He was a hunter. He had spent all of his life fighting the bad things that threatened what he love. Successfully done so or not, he was out there. This time? Sam was stuck. He couldn't go out and do a damn thing to stop those vampires and it drove him completely up the wall. On some level, Sam was still seething at everyone who had insisted on forcing him to stay in, but he knew that arguing with them was pointless.
But at least Ruby knew that he still wasn't happy about it. If he knew his wife (and he did), then she probably knew that he would never be.
Sam looked down at his hands. He didn't respond to that. If he did, he'd probably say something horrible and, given his current attempt at not being a total failworthy husband, Sam didn't think that it would help their current situation any. He breathed in sharply and shrugged, eyes ticking away from Emily long enough to see that Ruby had magicked her way into getting the fireworks started. Huh. Guess he didn't have to blow himself up after all.
Sam watched the flame slide it's way up to the end of the firework and quietly listened to what Ruby had to say. He'd been like that a lot lately. Quiet.
The firework shot off. It jetted up into the sky and burst into an explosion of color, scattering itself out among the very stars that Sam had been staring into earlier. Emily seemed to love it and, in turn, that made Sam love it. Sam looked to Ruby with a soft smile. "I've got more than one."
He still didn't know how he felt about Damon helping him. He still didn't know how he felt about anyone helping him. What he did know was that he wasn't going to give up. He often felt defeated and he often felt like doing stupid things just to make it all stop, but he wasn't quitting. Not now. Not ever. Not on them. Not on Ruby. And certainly not on Emily. "She's going to get the chance to grow up. And you're going to get the chance to see her do it." Emily grabbed at Sam's finger with both hands and wiggled in his arms excitedly. The fireworks had gotten her attention. Through the cloud of exhaustion on his face, a streak of determination found it's way to the surface. "I promise."