Mouth pressed into a thin line, Sam moved over to the front end of the bed and picked up one of the pillows. "He killed my mother." Sam looked over at her, displeased. "Killed my girlfriend." Sam squeezed at the pillow, not really aware that he was doing so. "Got me killed. But that's all a-okay, isn't it? So long as the master plan falls through, no one cares how many lives are lost in the process." Sam walked over to the trap and half threw, half handed the pillow to her. "How long do we have until Lilith comes after us?" Sam walked back over to the bed again, scowling. "Couple hours? Couple days? You got any idea on when she's going to figure out that you screwed up?"
Sam pulled up the comforter as well. He knew that giving Ruby these items put her breaking out of the trap at risk, but he got the feeling that she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. If it was that way, she wouldn't have walked into it so willingly earlier on. And she certainly wouldn't have followed him here the dozens of times that Sam had insisted that they part ways. No, she wasn't going to walk out of here. Sam threw the blanket at her and sat down on the bed again, wishing that he really did have some reason to get out of here for good. "I don't like you at all right now. In fact, I think you're kind of disgusting." But he did love her. No way in hell Sam was going to admit that one so easily though. He clasped his hands together and looked down at them, shaking his head. "I'm so disappointed in you right now. All I ever did was defend you and you just completely proved everyone else right."