That bravado, false or not, earns nothing but a slow, joyless smile from Dean. It's hollow, empty, bitter in no small amount. She spits on Sam's boot, and it's just as well — his brother's making promises he can't keep anyway. The truth is, these folks were all dead the second they stopped for Jo and Nadine.
"Sister," he promises lowly, "We can do this fast, or we can do this slow, but I promise you... a hole in the gut's gonna sound like a mercy if you pick option two."
His eyes flicker over the survivors. Over their attire. Their weapons. Their faces.
Their jewelry.
The necklace she wears. The necklace the kid wears.
He lowers his rifle. Shrugs the strap on, and slings it over his back. From his pack, he pulls a length of rope that he tosses at Jo.
"Tie her up. We'll start with him." A quick glance at Nadine, and then a nod to the perimeter. "Keep your eyes peeled for the next patrol. Jes, you're with me."
Time to escort victim number one over to the designated Torture Rock. They're on a timeline here. They don't have long. Let's get this train rolling.
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"Sister," he promises lowly, "We can do this fast, or we can do this slow, but I promise you... a hole in the gut's gonna sound like a mercy if you pick option two."
His eyes flicker over the survivors. Over their attire. Their weapons. Their faces.
Their jewelry.
The necklace she wears. The necklace the kid wears.
He lowers his rifle. Shrugs the strap on, and slings it over his back. From his pack, he pulls a length of rope that he tosses at Jo.
"Tie her up. We'll start with him." A quick glance at Nadine, and then a nod to the perimeter. "Keep your eyes peeled for the next patrol. Jes, you're with me."
Time to escort victim number one over to the designated Torture Rock. They're on a timeline here. They don't have long. Let's get this train rolling.