Right. Just dump him off. Cut him off from Ruby, from the blood, from everything that made him something and then walk. The bitterness alone is enough to choke him and Sam tucked his legs up underneath him, curling himself into a ball to try and contain the violent shakes that were starting up along his arms.

"Whatever," he finally forced out. "Jus' leave me wherever right?"

He can't focus enough to hold it together, certain that he's just going to shake himself apart in that cold little motel bathroom.