"How well do you think an angel's gonna take to having me around? Honestly?" Since his arrival, Sam's done his best to avoid finding out that answer first hand. But he knows, sooner or later, that choice will get taken away from him. Whether it's through his own actions or those of the angels themselves. The short time he spent with the other Sam is enough for him to know that they only get along thanks to the spring cleaning job one of them did on his blood. It's something he refuses to let happen to him too. Not when it's the one thing keeping him around these days.

"The other Sam doesn't want you to make decisions for yourself?" He knows he's warping Dean's statement a little, but he can't help it. "Do you really think that's fair? You're still your own man. You get to choose what you can and can't do. Not him. Not anyone."

The idea of playing a meat shield has a frown on his face, but he covers it up with flipping his pack open and startling to pull out his own, mini arsenal. There isn't much of it, so it doesn't take long for him to slide away the few knives he has. He doesn't bother with the gun, knowing how useless it'd be against vampires. Instead, he focuses on the bottle he'd shown Dean before they left. Soon enough, he has one of his blades back out and he pours some of the congealing mess onto its edge, using his fingers to coat both sides. He holds the bottle back out to Dean again soon after.

"They might not all be there. We need to keep one of them alive long enough to check, and this-" He shakes the bottle a little. "-wont kill them. Just stop them."