"You think i give a shit about that?" He shifted, trying to get Sam to look up at him instead of burying in against him like he was. He needed Sam to just look up, listen to him.

"Look, okay, so you've made some mistakes. So have I, Sammy, but you're good. You're such a good guy. I know you. You wouldn't hurt a freakin' fly... it doesn't matter what blood's in you. You just can't keep poisoning yourself with Ruby's, Sam. You can't let her keep getting in your head... she's trying to get in between us. She's trying to screw you over and I just-- I know it. I can't lose you, Sam."

Not to her, not to this suicide mission Sam's set for himself.