Sam wasn't disgusted with Dean... God,he couldn't really blame him for what he was doing. Sam had made him like this, pushed it on him. He was doing what vampires did, what was in their nature. He shouldn't have that on him.

"Okay, Dean... come on, let's go," he murmured. Still felt dizzy with the hunger, the sight of the blood not helping. He needed out of here and so he started walking fast out of the alley, expecting Dean to follow.

"We need to get you washed up, man..."