"Sam is doing what with a demon?" Mary half shouted, eyes wide as she stared at the others in front of her. "Sam!"

Sam was stubbornly refusing to look at them, glaring at a spot on the wall instead. "It's not that big a deal." he said, repeating himself again.

"Not that big a deal? It's a demon!" Mary was still almost shouting. "How can you even think about trusting it enough to have sex with it?"

Whatever Sam was about to say, his cell phone vibrating cut him off. He glanced down at his screen, lips pressing together.

"Let me guess, that's Ruby." Bobby said dryly, sipping his drink.

Sam glared at him but didn't say anything, pressing a button to lock his phone and sliding it back into his pocket.

"You didn't have to tell them that." Sam said to him.

Bobby snorted at that. "Again, I told you that consorting with a demon is a bad idea, you won't listen to me, maybe you'll listen to them."

"Okay so, it's not that big a deal." Sam said once more. "Its not even a partnership or anything like that, its just sex."

"Sex with a demon." Mary corrected him. "Sex with one of those things that we're supposed to be hunting, not...screwing around with!"

Sam opened his mouth to say something but stopped when his phone vibrated once more. He didn't move for a moment but then reached into his pocket, turning his phone on to look at the message. He didn't answer it, just sliding it back into his pocket.

"It is her, isn't it?" Mary demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.

Sam sighed. "Yes." he finally said. "She just messaged me that she's in town and would like to meet. That's it."

"She's a demon Sam. You can't trust demons." Mary said. "Why did you...how did this even start? When did you start to think that its okay to have sex with a demon?"

Sam worked his jaw from side to side for a moment. "Ruby was there for me when I needed help the most. After Azazel and everything he did and everything that happened because of him." he said tensely. "She hid that she was a demon at first but then she showed me the truth. She revealed herself to me because she wanted me to trust her."

"And just like that you trust demons." Mary simplified. "Just like that, because she told you she was a demon and of course you can trust her."

Sam shot her a look. "There's a lot more that I'm not getting into." he said evenly, fingers flexing a few times. "But yes, I don't trust her, not entirely. But I trust her enough to sometimes work with her."

"And have sex with her." Dean couldn't help but add, not sure why that part was bugging him the most.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Things happened. I got drunk and in a low place, she was there and she helped me. That's how it started, and I'm not getting into anymore details about it."

"But why do you trust her, what's so convincing about a demon that makes you trust her enough to even go there?" Mary asked.

Sam sighed and reached into his side pocket, pulling out the knife that he had called a Kurdish knife before. "Because she gave me this." he told them. "This was hers, she was using it to protect herself from other demons, because she was essentially against a vast majority of them they were after her. This is the only demon killing knife that I know of in existence. And she gave it to me."

"I don't trust her, not completely." Sam said, adding the last part. "I trust her partly. She gives me information, she helps me." he looked at Dean. "She's the one that told me about the demon that had kidnapped you and found out exactly where you were."

"You don't have to like her or trust her or anything." Sam told them, taking his phone out. "But the very least, she's not like the other demons that are out there."

With that he left the room, turning his phone back on and going outside to answer his texts.

"I don't trust her." Bobby said after a moment, shaking his head. "Not in the slightest. I don't give a damn what Sam says, a demon is a demon. Ain't no way she'll just help him from the goodness of her vessels heart."

"Me too." Mary said, hands shaking slightly as she took a deep breath. Dean stared at both of them before looking down at the ground again, trying to figure out the mess of emotions coursing through him.

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