Sam stood quietly in the background through it all. The stabbing. The weapon forming. Everything. He didn't have much to do beyond that, did he? Not until Pyramid Head arrived. He looked down at his hands and slowly closed his eyes. The entire world around them was in chaos, his heart hadn't returned to it's normal pace since the entire ritual started, and the grotesque image of his brother that followed him everywhere he went had haunted him to the point where he hadn't slept in days. Dark circles rung their way around his eyes and he appeared to be a little more than exhausted. He was awake though. Sure enough, one had to be while they were so on edge. Shoulders stiff, fingers clenched tightly at his sides, Sam fell back against the wall behind him and tried to steady himself. This wasn't the first hunt that he'd been on. Sam hunted monsters all the time. Demons. The things that had crawled straight from the pit of hell itself. He had died before, doing the right thing. One would think that would have eased his fear a little. Death. Having known what it was like. The thing of it was that Sam really didn't remember much about the experience. Just the pain. Then waking up in an unknown location with a scar on his back in the same place that he'd been stabbed. It was still there. Faded, angled awkwardly along his spine. A constant reminder of the vulnerability that he had in that single moment. If only he had killed Jake just then.
"I never would have had to make that deal," Dean hissed into his ear. It was as if he had read Sam's mind. Sam looked over at him and watched as the blood dribbled down his face. His neck was shredded into chunks of flesh, as was his torso, while the rest of his body drowned in the blood that spilled from his insides. Sam stared at him for a long moment and looked back to the others. They seemed distracted with the preparations.
"I died for you, Sam," Dean insisted, "I died. And how do you repay me? Sneaking around with that bitch Ruby behind my back, that's how."
Sam shifted and ran a rough hand over his face. He had to get a grip on the situation. Everything was wrong. Los Angeles had changed. People were terrified. He was terrified. If he didn't get himself together, Pyramid Head would win. And this place and all of the people in it would burn.
Pushing past Dean, Sam moved over to where Peter was standing and folded his arms over his chest. He was shaking a little himself, but he was fighting off. He had to remember that this was his job. That was why he was here.