[He doesn't flinch at the sight of the angel blade. If anything, his eyes flutter shut, and he expects the impalement through the chest, any moment. When nothing happens, he blinks, looks back over at Castiel with an admittedly disappointed frown.
... Not today then. Maybe.
Sam breathes in deep. His soul is wrestling inside him with the grace of the devil as he sits there on his bed; it's a calm scene on the outside, but on the inside? There is a shredded spirit, like a scarred pit bull that had just been dragged in from a vicious dog fight. It gets caught in Lucifer's coiled grace, and it just narrowly squeezes free, pushes back and keeps satan down.
Maybe that's why he seems weary, even as he sits.]
I don't know. He's weaker in Deerington?
I mean, I couldn't do it before. I couldn't... keep him down for long. But I've been able to do it here. I just have to be careful, stay focused. Try not to get into — uh. Into trouble.
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... Not today then. Maybe.
Sam breathes in deep. His soul is wrestling inside him with the grace of the devil as he sits there on his bed; it's a calm scene on the outside, but on the inside? There is a shredded spirit, like a scarred pit bull that had just been dragged in from a vicious dog fight. It gets caught in Lucifer's coiled grace, and it just narrowly squeezes free, pushes back and keeps satan down.
Maybe that's why he seems weary, even as he sits.]
I don't know. He's weaker in Deerington?
I mean, I couldn't do it before. I couldn't... keep him down for long. But I've been able to do it here. I just have to be careful, stay focused. Try not to get into — uh. Into trouble.