It wasn't long after Sam tucked his cell phone into his jacket pocket and climbed into the driver's seat of Ellis' truck, that Molly. He could tell with a single glance that she brought her attitude with her. Normally, Sam found it endearing, but today? He was doing his best not to start practicing his best subtle eye roll. It wasn't easy to keep in mind that she was just a kid last night, when she was ripping into him for doing the only thing he could do to help the prison at the time. It was either help Faith look for the missing, or sit with his brother while they both spent all of their energy trying to keep a straight face. As far as he was concerned, he had done the right thing. As far as Molly was concerned, he was just being selfish.
"No problem." He replied, intentionally keeping his words anything but clipped. Just because she was probably going to try and verbally tear his head off if he brought up their fight didn't mean that he couldn't be civil. Right? He knew he had to be mindful of her age, and she was making that surprisingly easy, and it wasn't because he thought she was being immature. As the cliche goes, he remembered what it was like to be her age, even if between Hell and Earth, that was a long, long time ago. He was raised a hunter, but there were things that Dean and their dad had to do that never settled well with him. Were they always the right, or smart thing? No. Would it have mattered if they always made the right or smart move? No. Dad could preach about the life all he wanted, but that didn't change the fact that Sam hated what had to be done, and what had to be risked. On some level, Sam could only guess that Molly was at least a little bit afraid for him, and that guess helped Sam keep a firm hold on his patience with the girl.
"Easy enough." Any other day, Sam might have given her a quick little spiel about what they were to do if they ran into any problems, but now definitely wasn't the best time. Even if Molly could handle herself, it didn't keep him from feeling uneasy as he pulled out of the garage and onto the main road. He had every intention of bringing up their little tiff, but after a couple subtle glances at her between keeping his eyes peeled and on the road, he decided that this probably wasn't the right time either. She was stubborn, and so was he. He was a Winchester, for Christ's sake. She thought he was bad? Had she even met Dean?
They drove in silence through the woods, and cut quickly through the projects without incident. Sam gradually lifted his foot off the gas pedal once the Welcome sign, and a young woman came into view. He didn't bother telling Molly to stay in the car. He just passed her the bottle of borax, grabbed a sample box of powdered laundry detergent and climbed out of the car. Sam shut the door behind him, but didn't step towards the new girl just yet. There was a brief moment where words failed him. Lately, with the exception of Dean, Molly, Cas, and Krissy, Sam avoided interaction with anyone these days. And to think, he was once the people person. He tried to remember what that was life.
"Rogue, right? We're glad you made it.. sorry about the timing." He took a quick glance about their surroundings... not another soul to be found. This could go either way. "We can take you to the prison. There's food, running water, and it's a Hell of a lot safer than out here. We just need you to do a quick test," Sam moved to reach out to Rogue, to hand her the box, but immediately realized that was out of the question. He couldn't be sure that she wasn't a Leviathan, as much as he hoped she wasn't. He needed as much space between them, just in case. With a frown, he slowly moved to toss the box underhand and gently. "I don't know if anyone's told you, but there are things out here called Leviathans. They shapeshift, and they have a violent reaction to the chemical that's in the detergent. It's called Borax. If you're not a Leviathan, it won't hurt you."