The comparison Dean's making doesn't sit too well with him, despite it being a positive one. He doesn't want to be seen in the same light as the other Sam, for better or worse. And having it come from Dean himself makes things that much worse. His only reaction though is a slight frown, which is mostly hidden as he wipes his fingers clean in the fabric of his jeans.
"So you're willing to just throw yourself in the line of fire? I don't know how different things really are between us, but you should know by now that I'm not the kinda guy who'd just sit back and let that happen. Not to you." It's one of the biggest things that are still in place since his trip to hell. His feelings toward Dean, whatever shape or form he's in, aren't going to fade. So as long as Dean's willing to let him think that way, Sam isn't going to think of him as anything less than his brother.
The mention of bait has him raising an eyebrow quickly enough, though he shakes his head soon after. "There's no point getting anyone else involved. They're just gonna get in the way. I say we head straight over." He flips his pack shut then, dropping it off of the bed, before kicking it out of sight. The last thing they need is a nosy maid to find a bag full of guns. "Besides, I've got enough fresh blood in me to get their attention."
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Date: 2010-10-15 07:51 pm (UTC)"So you're willing to just throw yourself in the line of fire? I don't know how different things really are between us, but you should know by now that I'm not the kinda guy who'd just sit back and let that happen. Not to you." It's one of the biggest things that are still in place since his trip to hell. His feelings toward Dean, whatever shape or form he's in, aren't going to fade. So as long as Dean's willing to let him think that way, Sam isn't going to think of him as anything less than his brother.
The mention of bait has him raising an eyebrow quickly enough, though he shakes his head soon after. "There's no point getting anyone else involved. They're just gonna get in the way. I say we head straight over." He flips his pack shut then, dropping it off of the bed, before kicking it out of sight. The last thing they need is a nosy maid to find a bag full of guns. "Besides, I've got enough fresh blood in me to get their attention."