"You're in a different world," he pointed out, shrugging, "I don't think there are any powerful weapons here outside of your standard shotgun, lighter fluid, rock salt, holy water..." He trailed off, looking down. Sam didn't think that the Colt would do much good in this situation. Even if he knew where it was, could the gun really take on a god? It was rumored to be able to kill just about damn near anything. He really wished that he knew where it was. With Lilith. Probably. Bela's stupid ass had to screw it all up, didn't she? Fuck. Rubbing at his eyes in frustration, Sam clasped his hands together again and looked down at them quietly. He didn't know what to say to Buffy that wouldn't be insulting by way of her sister. He got it. He did. What Buffy was feeling right now; the weight of the situation, what with her sister being put at risk. Dawn was a nice girl. Sam didn't know her terribly well, but he did take her out to drive one day and she'd been pretty...enthusiastic. That didn't change anything though. He'd still put the girl down in a second if that meant that he'd be able to save his brother. Somehow, Sam felt that Buffy would be exactly the same way if their roles were reversed. Dean was the one with the brother who was causing the world all the trouble and the only way to save everyone was to kill him off.
Maybe. He thought she would be the same way, anyway. Besides, it wasn't like he had actually mapped out on how to do it or even decided to do it, for that matter. It was just something that he'd contemplated on. More than once.
"There has to be a way to do this," he said, shaking his head. "A...spell. Or something. We could...I dunno." Sam furrowed his brow. "You guys really don't know how to finish her off without some kinda super powered weapon? Because I'm telling you right now, there's only one in existence here and I don't even know where the hell it is or if it had the power to finish her off."