"Why do we have to do what she says?"
"Because, Dean, we need to hunt the demon down and do our job!" Sam said through clenched teeth, slamming the Irish book shut and throwing it in the back seat. It bounced on the seat and fell to the floor of the car as it sped onward.
Dean had been thankfully, but seethingly, quiet for most of the trip. But now… "Maybe she's setting us up, Sam! You can't trust a fucking demon."
"Well, yes I can Ruby. She's come through for us before and she's doing it again. Why can't you admit the facts?" Sam felt himself losing patience. Dean was turning more and more like Dad every single day.
"I don't like it, Sam."
"You don't need to."
Dean glared at him for a moment before punching the steering wheel hard enough for the horn to blare. "Sonuvabitch! But I can tell you right now, if she's wrong, we kill her immediately."
"It won't come to that." Sam assured him, feeling himself calm down. Dean wouldn't turn down the chance to hunt a demon. Dad had raised them to kill, not show compassion because they didn't like someone who told them about the job. After all, this was Dean. Dean who had willingly worked with Gordon once.
"And we are not going to associate, no matter what, with Bella Talbot!"