RETURN CALL.
"Agreed." They really would have. It was why Sam happily passed the responsibility along without complaint. Sam and Dean weren't suited for leadership. They were hunters. They had to travel, they had their own personal missions to worry about. They didn't have the time to babysit.
"No, they're not gonna. And I don't blame them, man." Sam didn't think that he and Dean were in the wrong, but he got it. They had fucked up by falling for whatever trap Alastair had laid out for them. Now people were hurting, possibly even dying, and when they got back Buffy and her team were gonna want to find someone to blame. Sam and Dean were the obvious choice. "I just - we gotta get out of here. They're going to need our help." If they could get back before they did something stupid.
Hauling his jeans up into the seat next to him, Sam waved a hand at Ruby and mouthed a 'get dressed!' at her. He shifted in place, halfway ready to pull his jeans on when something Dean said made him freeze. "Dean..." Sam closed his eyes and sighed. "I'm sorry. We got hungry." That wasn't entirely a lie, but it wasn't honest either. Sam felt bad. But what was he supposed to do? Tell Dean the truth?