She really was suicidal, wasn't she? Sam could have jumped out of his seat and strangled her right than and there. It would have done little good on her part, as she probably didn't need air to function, but Sam wanted to shake her so badly that it hurt. The worst part of it all was that Sam knew she was right about half the stuff she was telling him. She did avoid making a deal with him. Where any other demon could have snagged his soul up and turned him into their play toy, Ruby had not. Why? Why? The only explanation that he had was that it was because of the love bullshit she was throwing at him, but that couldn't be it, could it? She didn't love him. People who were in love didn't trick each other. They didn't manipulate, lie, and lead the person that they loved to their deaths, the end of the world, and beyond. He wanted nothing to do with her. She could get out and go straight back to Hell for all he cared.
At that thought, Sam felt the urge to fold his arms across his chest and huff angrily. It was only the tiniest bit of restraint that kept him from doing so and instead had him glaring at Ruby with the darkest of scowls. "What the fuck do you expect me to do, Ruby? Am I supposed to sit here and just accept the fact that you screwed me over? That you were out to get me from the start? What were you thinking?" He slammed a hand against the steering wheel, ignoring the blare of the horn that sounded as a result of him hitting it too hard. "If you were gonna screw me over, you should've just screwed me over. I didn't want to hear - I didn't want to know."