[ Sam rides further in, pushing hard and charging past Jo's ejection point where his long legs carry him to the ground, kicking up dust to further obfuscate the scene. He swats his horse away, and a strong go is little more than a whisper against the chaos. The pounding hooves retreat in Sam's ears, their cadence matching the prestissimo tempo of his raging heart.
He can only see red.
Sam feels demonic, too. Thoughts flood in at the idea of Geralt raising his sword to his brother and the snarling gnash of teeth on flesh splashes his vision with image after image of vengeance. If Geralt completes his mission, Sam won't stop. He knows he won't. Not for Jo, not for Cas, not for anyone—
But then Cas' blinding fury overcomes Sam's, a millionfold of angelic wrath. Its cast leaves spots on Sam's eyes but he can't look to see what the angel's doing to Geralt because his focus is tensely placed on subduing his brother. ]
Dean!
[ Sam is at a full run, shoulder low as he charges to take Dean off-balance. The Mark allows Dean to do so much more, all Sam can think to do against it is buy time. For Cas, for Jo, for Geralt to get Ciri and get the fuck away from them—
He makes a show of it, a primal yell in his brother's ear as he flings his arms around him and grips tight. Dean's likely to ragdoll him away, but it's seconds they need, just seconds. ]
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He can only see red.
Sam feels demonic, too. Thoughts flood in at the idea of Geralt raising his sword to his brother and the snarling gnash of teeth on flesh splashes his vision with image after image of vengeance. If Geralt completes his mission, Sam won't stop. He knows he won't. Not for Jo, not for Cas, not for anyone—
But then Cas' blinding fury overcomes Sam's, a millionfold of angelic wrath. Its cast leaves spots on Sam's eyes but he can't look to see what the angel's doing to Geralt because his focus is tensely placed on subduing his brother. ]
Dean!
[ Sam is at a full run, shoulder low as he charges to take Dean off-balance. The Mark allows Dean to do so much more, all Sam can think to do against it is buy time. For Cas, for Jo, for Geralt to get Ciri and get the fuck away from them—
He makes a show of it, a primal yell in his brother's ear as he flings his arms around him and grips tight. Dean's likely to ragdoll him away, but it's seconds they need, just seconds. ]