Team – Faith, Dean, John & f!Ben, rescuing Sam!
While Faith was amply demonstrating the power of her name, John's eyes had fallen to the blood with a chilling sort of stillness.
He thought it. Faith hadn't, the others might not, but he had. After everything, there wasn't enough there between him and Sam (yet) to have the gut reaction be anything with 'faith', but the thought was roundly smacked about by Sam's words repeating themselves within his head as the blood on the floor provided visual testament to their truth. Gut reaction been doubt, yes, but it wasn't a refusal to believe that accompanied it, as would have been the case months ago if Sam had been found like this.
Sam would definitely need cleaned up before he was back in the house, as Mary and the kids couldn't see him like this, but for now they had to get him out of here. The others would see to Jacen and the guards in the building; John's goal was, and had been this entire time, to get his son out of here and home.
That was why he stepped forward to offer whatever support Sam needed to get his feet under him and get the hell out of this cell.
After securing the hall temporarily in order to sort things out inside with Sam, Ben slipped inside, not even blinking at the blood more than to check his uncle over briefly for any gaping wounds or bandages. The acknowledgment and denial of the blood being what it was and how it had gotten there but no further wasn't even consequential to Ben; he'd known all along his uncle wouldn't cave.
But dude, blood-covered suck face? Still disgusting.
"You guys are worse than Dad and Mom, ugh," he said, the ick factor losing itself in long-standing 'old people are gross' joke tones.
But while others might be waiting to see if Sam could fight at all, but Ben well knew what it was like to have ones ass soundly kicked and want a weapon in one's hand even if aiming it straight wasn't going to happen any fucking time soon, which was why seconds later, he was holding one out to his uncle. Even if it was no more than dead weight in terms of being used, there was still significance in being armed after being at someone else's mercy.