[Sam looks focused. Maybe too focused. There's a hard edge to his eyes that's only gotten harder when he found out Sasha had left the prison.]
Fine by me. Whatever gets him good and dead.
[He grips the colt tightly in one hand. That's not all he's got on him. A makeshift silver blade, angel-blessed holy water, and an assortment of crosses, christian and otherwise. Whittling had been involved. It's not as calming as you might think.]
[He's more than ready for this. They already waited too long. That vamp wasn't going to know what hit him.]