Yeah, it's a damn good thing they have that pair of healers. Dean can patch up a lot with dental floss and whiskey, but this? A little out of his league. Hell, back home this might be a fatal wound, and he's struck not for the first time by just how goddamn unbelievable having magic like this is.
All those people he could've saved if him or his brother could do something like this.
(Probably Sam, this seems like a Sam thing. God damn, he misses his brother.)
He tracks Jo's sight line. The way it flicks from him to the walls, to the places that groan, to the places everything connects. After a couple of seconds, he realizes the conclusion she's drawing for himself, and he shoots her a knowing look — lips pursed, his expression reading something along the lines of wellp, this might go real bad real quick.
He doesn't say it, though. No point. Either it will or it won't, but freaking everybody out won't help — they need Nadine cool and collected, and they need this guy not to flail around and make things worse for himself.
They brace while Nadine does what she can. He steels himself, and shoots Jo another look.
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All those people he could've saved if him or his brother could do something like this.
(Probably Sam, this seems like a Sam thing. God damn, he misses his brother.)
He tracks Jo's sight line. The way it flicks from him to the walls, to the places that groan, to the places everything connects. After a couple of seconds, he realizes the conclusion she's drawing for himself, and he shoots her a knowing look — lips pursed, his expression reading something along the lines of wellp, this might go real bad real quick.
He doesn't say it, though. No point. Either it will or it won't, but freaking everybody out won't help — they need Nadine cool and collected, and they need this guy not to flail around and make things worse for himself.
They brace while Nadine does what she can. He steels himself, and shoots Jo another look.
Ready for us to get our skulls caved in? Great.
"One. Two..."
Heave.