For what little it helps, Sam has not worn white since then. He's only confided to Ruby that can't stomach wearing on too much white as the horrors flash in his head when he tries to avoid that feeling. What it boils down to feel he represents Lucifer again. Lucy will absolutely help provide more opportunities for them to mend things. If Sam wished for anything, it was only that they could talk half as easily as they used to. Things didn't have to be the same as before.

It doesn't matter anyway. Clearly the two of them are pushing it down as best as possible. "Yeah." The pit. The plan that had backfired the moment he choose it was best to do it alone (without Ruby). He takes a deep breath, shaking his head one time. "I'm glad you let her stay with your camp when she couldn't. There are only bits and pieces there I saw and she didn't deserve that treatment. I hadn't yet figured out how to break past the barrier to reach her, and I'm still not sure I know how." Little does he know one time he did reach out and touch her face, a single tear and a smile streaming down. Part of his peace made with living without children is a life spent making it up to Ruby to the end of his days.