Left alone in the oppressive quiet of the motel room, Sam moves slowly back to the bed.
He sits down on the edge of it and retrieves his abandoned coffee. Two swallows are all it takes to empty the cup.
With steady deliberation, one shred at a time, Sam focuses all his attention on tearing it into tiny pieces, dropping them one by one into the cheap trashcan.
Too bad it's not Lilith. Not yet. But she's going to pay.
I'm going to kill her for this. That's all there is to it. She's going to die.
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Date: 2012-06-05 03:11 am (UTC)He sits down on the edge of it and retrieves his abandoned coffee. Two swallows are all it takes to empty the cup.
With steady deliberation, one shred at a time, Sam focuses all his attention on tearing it into tiny pieces, dropping them one by one into the cheap trashcan.
Too bad it's not Lilith. Not yet. But she's going to pay.
I'm going to kill her for this. That's all there is to it. She's going to die.
She'll never get her hands on you again, Dean.
Never.