He hates stitching himself up. He hates it even more when it's after a clusterfuck like this. If they hadn't thrown themselves through the window, the way things were going, that goddamn Alastair would have smashed them like bugs.
And Dean had recognized him.
One thing at a time.
Sam hisses a curse under his breath as he shoves the needle through his flesh, and grimly ties off the next knot.
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