214: Born Under a Bad Sign
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"Thank you." Sam says, still trying to catch his breath, still trying to slow down his heart. It's still pounding with adrenaline, with fear.
"That's what family's for, right? Keep pressure on that." Dean says and leaves Sam with his forearms pressed together, the cloth napkins rapidly soaking up the blood still spilling from the deep slices in his forearms. Sam sluggishly turns his head to try to follow Dean as he leaves, but he's already out of sight. He turns back just as slowly and his eyes land on one of the bowls on the floor. The bottom of the bowl is covered in blood-- his blood.
The ghouls said his blood tasted "different." Sam thinks through the haze of pain. He can't stop staring at the bowl on the floor. It's his blood, but it isn't, not entirely.
He looks away from the bowl, and stares at his hands. He can barely feel them over the constant ache in his forearms. The napkins, no longer beige, but a deep dark red, are starting to drip-- more of his blood but not runs down the side ( ... )
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This is totally one of those scenes that just stuck in my head though.
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