[ The shock on his face is clear -- he fully expected Sam to intervene, to step forward, though he guesses now as he sinks down to his knees that he shouldn't have. He hasn't been able to truly rely on his brother in quite some time, why would this be any different?
It hurts; of course it does, it's searing, burning, cauterized but there's still a goddamn hole in him that...is going to kill him.
Not the first time he's died, and he knows that death isn't exactly permanent, but there's always that twinge of doubt, that little niggling question in the back of the mind.
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It hurts; of course it does, it's searing, burning, cauterized but there's still a goddamn hole in him that...is going to kill him.
Not the first time he's died, and he knows that death isn't exactly permanent, but there's always that twinge of doubt, that little niggling question in the back of the mind.
What if it is? ]
Sammy--