And then she moves forward, lifting Sam by his shirt and slamming him into the wall. The sound of solid flesh meeting metal echoes in the chamber, up through the vents, out into the wider world.
"Thy world is not and never has been mine, Samuel Winchester. Do not be so great a fool."
There's a sharpness to her delivery, frustration limned with pity.
"I have never turned from thee, though we have not been acquainted so long as all that. And this price -- "
She clenches her teeth, green eyes fair burning underneath dark brows.
"This price you speak of paying shall not fall on thee alone. Much as thy brother's was not his alone. Thou hast craved freedom before, Samuel. And now that the end of the cycle is before thee -- shalt thou not take hold of it? Art thou so great a fool?"
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And then she moves forward, lifting Sam by his shirt and slamming him into the wall. The sound of solid flesh meeting metal echoes in the chamber, up through the vents, out into the wider world.
"Thy world is not and never has been mine, Samuel Winchester. Do not be so great a fool."
There's a sharpness to her delivery, frustration limned with pity.
"I have never turned from thee, though we have not been acquainted so long as all that. And this price -- "
She clenches her teeth, green eyes fair burning underneath dark brows.
"This price you speak of paying shall not fall on thee alone. Much as thy brother's was not his alone. Thou hast craved freedom before, Samuel. And now that the end of the cycle is before thee -- shalt thou not take hold of it? Art thou so great a fool?"