He didn't have time to see it coming, but he'd had just enough warning from the movement of the sorcerer's hands to duck aside.
Or to try, at least, although if Dean hadn't shot when he had--
--but then his brother hits the wall hard, pinned there by the demons, and all the color in the room fades under a wave of terror mixed with a red-tinged haze of fury.
"DEAN!"
Only this time, it's not like the nightmares, not like before; this time, he can move, and move he does, yanking the Taurus from under his suit jacket with his right hand and beginning to fire.
(The Scythe's in his left; he'd drop the damn thing except that then all of this would be pointless, wouldn't it? Even as swept up as he is right now, there's a part of Sam Winchester that's clear and cold enough to know that.)
He's firing on the move; he needs cover, or they're both gonna die--
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Date: 2008-01-31 08:45 pm (UTC)Or to try, at least, although if Dean hadn't shot when he had--
--but then his brother hits the wall hard, pinned there by the demons, and all the color in the room fades under a wave of terror mixed with a red-tinged haze of fury.
"DEAN!"
Only this time, it's not like the nightmares, not like before; this time, he can move, and move he does, yanking the Taurus from under his suit jacket with his right hand and beginning to fire.
(The Scythe's in his left; he'd drop the damn thing except that then all of this would be pointless, wouldn't it? Even as swept up as he is right now, there's a part of Sam Winchester that's clear and cold enough to know that.)
He's firing on the move; he needs cover, or they're both gonna die--
--there's an overturned table.