"Friend?" Sam asks, frowning in confusion for a moment before he remembers. Oh. Ruby. His stomach twists uncomfortably then, too many warring emotions rising up inside him before he can shove them aside with a shake of his head, lips pressed in a thin line. "No, she's gone."

For whatever reason, he doesn't argue the friend comment. Maybe because there's no point in doing so. Maybe because it might only damn him further, impossible as that may seem.

Maybe because, at one point, Sam had really thought it to be true.

Clearing his throat a little, he pulls himself up straighter and adds, as though in challenge, "She's dead. But she's not... one of those," he adds, gesturing vaguely at the air between them where moments ago some being had exploded before his eyes. "I don't think."