Sam took the knives away from her quickly. He didn't want to linger anywhere near her right now. Shoving the weapons into his large jacket pocket, Sam followed Ruby out the door. He didn't want to follow her anywhere. No, what he wanted to do was lock himself away somewhere so that he could break down rather than put on the face of anger and distrust that he was wearing now. His insides were tearing apart and Sam honestly didn't know how much longer he was going to be able to do this. All the same, he led Ruby straight out of the building, into the parking lot, and out to her car. He didn't say a word to her. He was afraid to. If he did, he'd snap right then and there and that wasn't what he wanted. When a person found out that they were showing their vulnerable side to the enemy for months, they didn't want anything more than to do cover it up and protect it at all costs. But how could he now? Ruby had seen every part of him. They had fucking slept together. What was he going to do? He didn't know. He had no idea. Sam was in over his head here. He knew what he was supposed to do, but actually doing it?
"Get in the car," Sam muttered. They had driven her car up. He was half glad for that, because it meant that she wouldn't have to sit in the Impala ever again. Dean would have appreciated it, at least. He wasn't going to let her drive. Sam made that much clear when he slid into the front seat. As soon as Ruby handed him the keys, Sam turned the car on and aimed for the road. He didn't know where he was going to take her to do this. He didn't even know what the fuck he was doing. All he knew was that he had to get her away from Dean and everyone else that hospital contained.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He had fallen in love with a fucking demon. A lying, manipulative...bitch. His fingers clenched at the steering wheel tightly, anger clear in his expression as he drove. Hell, his anger was in the driving. Sam swerved across the road dangerously, hitting such a high speed that if he were in his right state of mind he'd worry about crashing or drawing in unwanted attention. "I can't believe you." He felt so used. So wronged. And even more stupid for not having disposed of her already. Angry, Sam turned the wheel hard, jerking the vehicle onto the side of the road. He remembered doing this to her once before. One summer ago, when she was wearing the secretary. He planned on playing it out exactly the same way too. It was a shock to him that he was going for this approach, rather than the alternative, but what was he supposed to do? He couldn't kill her. And she wasn't going to kill him. What was the point?