"Seriously. Guys. Five minutes, that's all I'm asking." Maybe he was starting to understand what Dean felt like when Sam used to go at it with Dad all the time.
That felt like a hell of a long time ago. Anyway, as long as they didn't...antagonize each other when they were actually out there getting this do—
—she was what?
Sam looked up at her sharply. Okay, that explained why she hadn't been armed. She couldn't have told him sooner? Though he wasn't even surprised she'd waited till the last minute to play her hand and in the long run, it didn't matter. They had something they could use. He wasn't comfortable with the idea of letting her possess people, to say the least, but it was. She wasn't doing it for the hell of it, right? They were trying to minimize casualties here and he was pretty sure even Dean could agree that it was better to let a demon in for a five minutes than burning to death.
Right.
He nodded once, still feeling tense. She was right about Dean, too. Not...that his brother was an idiot (...well, yeah, all right, he kind of was, sometimes, but that was something only Sam had the right to call him on), but that Dean would make a good distraction. It was the way they'd always run things. Dean distracted, Sam took care of whatever needed to be taken care of. He didn't like it, but he knew Dean could handle himself.
He aimed the flashlight through the thicket of trees. At least they still had the darkness for cover. Even if it made for crap navigating. He picked the map off the log he'd set it on without looking, which was when something tickled his hand. He started. Jeez—
He shook the—he didn't know what it was, but he got it off fast. And hoped there wasn't a nest of them somewhere nearby.
"We're about five klicks out, we're almost there. We can scope out the camp, figure out where to put..." He paused, brows furrowing at Ruby. "You. If we can get everything done in ten minutes, your, uh. The body should be fine."
It was just, he usually tried not to think about the fact that Ruby was possessing someone. He knew it wasn't right to sweep it away like that and he knew, too, that the body Ruby was occupying was effectively empty, as she'd neatly phrased it. But he still didn't like the thought. He had to admit, the longer he spent with her, the easier it was to just see her as who she was instead of a cloud of black demonic smoke.
He shot a look at Dean that was half-hesitant, half-defiant. He wasn't sure if he was looking for Dean's consent to the plan or something else. It hurt that he knew his brother would never fully back him up, but this was the way things had turned out and a part of him couldn't help feeling resentful that Dean was judging him for it when Dean couldn't possibly understand.
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"Seriously. Guys. Five minutes, that's all I'm asking." Maybe he was starting to understand what Dean felt like when Sam used to go at it with Dad all the time.
That felt like a hell of a long time ago. Anyway, as long as they didn't...antagonize each other when they were actually out there getting this do—
—she was what?
Sam looked up at her sharply. Okay, that explained why she hadn't been armed. She couldn't have told him sooner? Though he wasn't even surprised she'd waited till the last minute to play her hand and in the long run, it didn't matter. They had something they could use. He wasn't comfortable with the idea of letting her possess people, to say the least, but it was. She wasn't doing it for the hell of it, right? They were trying to minimize casualties here and he was pretty sure even Dean could agree that it was better to let a demon in for a five minutes than burning to death.
Right.
He nodded once, still feeling tense. She was right about Dean, too. Not...that his brother was an idiot (...well, yeah, all right, he kind of was, sometimes, but that was something only Sam had the right to call him on), but that Dean would make a good distraction. It was the way they'd always run things. Dean distracted, Sam took care of whatever needed to be taken care of. He didn't like it, but he knew Dean could handle himself.
He aimed the flashlight through the thicket of trees. At least they still had the darkness for cover. Even if it made for crap navigating. He picked the map off the log he'd set it on without looking, which was when something tickled his hand. He started. Jeez—
He shook the—he didn't know what it was, but he got it off fast. And hoped there wasn't a nest of them somewhere nearby.
"We're about five klicks out, we're almost there. We can scope out the camp, figure out where to put..." He paused, brows furrowing at Ruby. "You. If we can get everything done in ten minutes, your, uh. The body should be fine."
It was just, he usually tried not to think about the fact that Ruby was possessing someone. He knew it wasn't right to sweep it away like that and he knew, too, that the body Ruby was occupying was effectively empty, as she'd neatly phrased it. But he still didn't like the thought. He had to admit, the longer he spent with her, the easier it was to just see her as who she was instead of a cloud of black demonic smoke.
He shot a look at Dean that was half-hesitant, half-defiant. He wasn't sure if he was looking for Dean's consent to the plan or something else. It hurt that he knew his brother would never fully back him up, but this was the way things had turned out and a part of him couldn't help feeling resentful that Dean was judging him for it when Dean couldn't possibly understand.