When he had asked for this woman to injure herself, Sam had far from intended for her to have herself murdered right there on the spot. With the rest of the crowd, his body tensed and a horrified expression stretched it's way over his face when the woman's body was knocked back by the series of bullets buried themselves into her flesh. Mouth partially open, Sam quickly began to push his way through the masses, desperately trying to get closer to get a better glimpse of whatever the hell it was that they were doing up there. Was that guy nuts? Shooting her down like that?!
By the time he managed to get part way through the people that surrounded him, they were dropping her body into the pit. Stumbling past a few more people, Sam lifted his green hues up toward the pit. He stopped pushing and fell to a halt.
They were prying her out. Body soaked, but free of wounds all the same. "What the..." Brows rising in surprise, Sam watched them carry her off as the cameras flashed and people began to murmur around him. Standing there, on the spot, looking more than baffled, Sam Winchester stared off at the pit and, for the dozenth time since hearing about them, began to imagine himself jumping into it.
Fingers brushing through his dark hair, Sam lowered his gaze and frowned. It would save him. It would make him normal.