"Thanks, Dean," Sam said when his brother took the weapons bag. He was more than ready to hand it off for a while. Although he and Dean were handling the march well, they'd both be exhausted by nightfall. Even before learning about Claire and her son, Sam was glad to simply be doing something. It had been that way since the demon killed Jessica.
Sam sheathed the hunting knife and walked over to Dean to stow the beginning of wooden amulet in the weapons bag. In the process he caught a glimpse of May's photograph. Although May's and Dean's teasing made him smile, the photo itself prompted melancholy. That's what he'd wanted with Jessica. What his family had until the fucking demon murdered Mom. (No more. We're sending that bastard back to hell.)
After jamming the carving wood into the weapons bag, Sam joined the Doctor at the head of the line. Armed with the crossbow, a quiver with bolts, one of the handguns, and the knife, he really wanted to kick some ass.
[Sam] Back on the angst train (open tag)
Sam sheathed the hunting knife and walked over to Dean to stow the beginning of wooden amulet in the weapons bag. In the process he caught a glimpse of May's photograph. Although May's and Dean's teasing made him smile, the photo itself prompted melancholy. That's what he'd wanted with Jessica. What his family had until the fucking demon murdered Mom. (No more. We're sending that bastard back to hell.)
After jamming the carving wood into the weapons bag, Sam joined the Doctor at the head of the line. Armed with the crossbow, a quiver with bolts, one of the handguns, and the knife, he really wanted to kick some ass.