She wanted to see bad? Sam wasn't surprised. She was evil, after all. That kind of thing probably turned her on. "I think you're going to be getting in way over your head," Sam informed her, looking down the row of customers that were lined up at the bar alongside them. There were a few attractive women sitting with their boyfriends - one or two even alone - but Sam didn't really feel the need to go up and approach any of them. He could have, if he really wanted to tick Ruby off, but he was perfectly fine sitting with her here for the moment. She wanted him to be bad, then he'd be bad. Hitting on some random chick wasn't the way she'd have wanted it.
The drinks were delivered and Sam reached for a shot. He normally would have ordered a beer. Something simple. Now he was going all out - after all, he was here to have a good time. "Could? Please. Hawaii is awesome. And that's only the beginning. There's a whole world out there for us to explore. No more crappy motel rooms - no more small towns with nothing more to do than hunt and sleep. And no more sulking." He examined the shot glass, not quite drinking it down yet. "Fuck. Maybe that's why I sulked so much all the time. I'm tired of hunting! I'm tired of doing the things that I don't want to do." He shook his head and laughed. "That's over."
They'd party tonight. Pack up tomorrow, pay Dean one last visit, and take to traveling the world. Doing whatever they wanted whenever they wanted. Oh, yeah. It was going to be good.
Smirking, Sam raised his glass into a salute of his own. "To change." He squeezed at her shoulder a little forcefully and downed the shot in one go, slamming the glass down against the bartop as soon as he was finished. "Damn, that's some good tequila."