Sam stopped a few feet from her. His eyes flickered over her form. Everything about her screamed Jo Harvelle. But that wasn't possible, even though the blood on her clothes was consistent with the wounds Jo had gotten from the Hounds...Sam remembered that day like it was yesterday.
"I'm Sam," he stated, his voice wavering. He curled his right and into a fist, to dig his fingernails into his palm to try and jolt his mind with a shot of pain. It had worked to reset his thinking, however briefly, when Lucifer had been in his head. Why not now?