There were nights when Sam wasn't sure why he'd called Ruby. He hadn't yet started to crave her blood, though he could feel the need rising. He would have been able to put it off for another day or two if he needed. She wasn't the most pleasant of people to be around. She was rude and aggressive. Sam thought of her like an untrained puppy. Always barking and chewing on the furniture. But sometimes she had this look... like Sam was her whole world. Like he was so incredibly important that she was lost until he called. Looks like Sam had another secret to keep from Dean. He was falling in love with a demon.
