( It feels wrong. The moment that gun is pressed into his hands, it feels wrong. He doesn't look down at it even as he takes it, just holds Geralt's eye throughout the exchange. Watches him turn, watches him push his way through those doors.
And then turns his eyes to Sam, who slowly steps over crumpled corpses as he approaches.
The weight of the gun feels heavy in his hands. It's not like Dean to abandon somebody, to not deliver on his promise, to leave them alone in the field like this.
In hindsight, it's not like Sam to stand back during a fight, either.
"They're not even human," Sam says with a little scoff, his lips pulling up on one side in a way that reminds him of- )
...you're not my brother.
( Sam's smile grows wider, even as he tries to seem puzzled.
"What do you mean?"
He looks an awful lot like Lucifer when he makes that expression.
A moment of silence passes, and then in a flash, Dean pulls the trigger. Sam crumples to the ground, but Dean knows on instinct he won't be down for long.
A little too late, he sets off after Geralt - shouldering those too-large doors shut behind him. )
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And then turns his eyes to Sam, who slowly steps over crumpled corpses as he approaches.
The weight of the gun feels heavy in his hands. It's not like Dean to abandon somebody, to not deliver on his promise, to leave them alone in the field like this.
In hindsight, it's not like Sam to stand back during a fight, either.
"They're not even human," Sam says with a little scoff, his lips pulling up on one side in a way that reminds him of- )
...you're not my brother.
( Sam's smile grows wider, even as he tries to seem puzzled.
"What do you mean?"
He looks an awful lot like Lucifer when he makes that expression.
A moment of silence passes, and then in a flash, Dean pulls the trigger. Sam crumples to the ground, but Dean knows on instinct he won't be down for long.
A little too late, he sets off after Geralt - shouldering those too-large doors shut behind him. )