The demons were itching for violence, but that was just fine with Sam. Because he was going to get answers or by Christ he was going to carve them all to ribbons. He could keep a lid on his anger most of the time, but losing Dean had snapped his fairly strict sense of self-control. Violence and death and he'd keep going until he got his answers. Where was Dean?
It's a small mercy that he hasn't backslid far enough to start drinking their blood again, to torture the demons into what he needed to know.
Yet. The temptation is there and it's getting harder to resist. But Tophiel had promised him aid and he trusted the angel. He'd hold on as long as he could. Dean was all he had left, and he wouldn't lose him. Not to the Mark, not to Crowley, not to anyone.
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Date: 2014-06-13 05:01 pm (UTC)It's a small mercy that he hasn't backslid far enough to start drinking their blood again, to torture the demons into what he needed to know.
Yet. The temptation is there and it's getting harder to resist. But Tophiel had promised him aid and he trusted the angel. He'd hold on as long as he could. Dean was all he had left, and he wouldn't lose him. Not to the Mark, not to Crowley, not to anyone.