Sam shifted the stone from one hand to the other before he moved to the other side of the room. Setting it down on the edge of the bedside table, away from the chaos of all the other objects strewn about, Sam decided to leave it there for now. It wasn't visibly doing either of them any harm. So long as it didn't start to glow or do anything strange, Sam wasn't going to dispose of it. It pissed him off, too. He was being far too lenient with her and he knew it. Maybe that was part of her plan. Except for the fact that he knew there really was no plan any longer. If there were, she wouldn't have spilled the big secret. She wouldn't have ruined everything that she, Azazel, and whoever the hell else was involved had planned. Not without knowing that there would be consequences.
"And what part of that was reasonable, Ruby?" Sam glared at her. "What part of falling in love with the person that you were going to break and destroy sounded all that clever to you? Why didn't you just stop when you realized what was happening? Why did you let me do all that crap for you? Why did you make me feel like maybe I had a chance at being with someone for the first time since -" Sam swallowed hard and looked away from her. Maybe coming back had been a bad idea. All of this hurt and he didn't know if he could keep taking it on. "For the first time in years, you made me feel like it was okay to be loved."
Sam went quiet for a moment. Then he moved across the room and picked up the cup of blood that he left waiting on the floor. Still, Sam didn't drink it. "No. I don't want anymore, Ruby. And there's nothing in this world that could possibly make me feel better." His grip tightened on the cup of blood. "Not even this." And it usually did. It always did. He could feel the effects of it weighing on him, but it wasn't enough. He couldn't block out the feelings.