Working for Azazel. "Oh, like that's so much better." He didn't have to explain how fucked up that was to her, did he? She knew what Azazel had done. She was a part of what Azazel had done. She was still trying to make it happen. Ruby was trying to use him to break the final seal. Lilith. The one thing that Sam had been fighting against this entire time and Ruby had been stringing him along like some sort of idiot, guiding him into doing exactly the opposite. How could he have been so stupid? Why didn't he listen to Dean? What was wrong with him?
"This - this isn't love." Sam edged away from her, his back hitting a small table with various instruments stacked on top of it. Sam stopped there. "What you're doing to me isn't...you lied to me." He could have been yelling right now. But his tone was soft. Almost calm, even. Sam was still stuck in a daze of shock among all of the other emotions twisting inside of him. He felt numb. "You were supposed to be better than this, Ruby. You were supposed to...you were -" She had been special. Unique. The one thing that he could count on when the world itself had turned its back on him. Oh God, how could he have not seen the truth? "I trusted you. I defended you against my own blood. I protected you. And this is what you give me in return. Lies. Betrayal. What did you think was going to happen here, huh? Did you think I was gonna take all this information and just pretend that it didn't exist? Why are you even telling me -"
Because she loved him. Supposedly. She said she did. Sam didn't know if he could believe that. How could he? She was a liar. Ruby had used him. And in that moment, with all those feelings of hurt plaguing him, Sam ignored the fact that he knew, deep down, that there was something there between them. Even with all of the bullshit she was spitting out now, Sam knew. But he wasn't going to acknowledge it. He was going to bury it deep and pretend that it never existed.
She was the enemy. Fuck. Fuck.
Suddenly, he couldn't take it anymore. That calm demeanor flashed away in an instant, causing Sam to turn directly on the table. His large arms swept across the surface, shoving the various items off the tabletop and sending them crashing to the floor. When he looked at Ruby again, there was nothing but rage in his eyes. All he had wanted was her blood. Now he was stuck with this. This painful revelation. Why did it have to be now? Why did it even have to be real?
He couldn't even look at Ruby the same way anymore. She was just another demon. Not special. The enemy. And he was supposed to, what, kill her now? Was that it?
"You're walking out of this room all right," Sam said, moving toward her angrily, "willingly or otherwise, I've gotta deal with you the right way now and I'm not doing it in the middle of a goddamn hospital. Move. Now."