[He's on the verge of saying "what about we call someone," people like Sam and Dean on the forefront of his mind. They're prepared for this and aren't struggling to remember what day it is because of Hell memories, and so are others. Those people have a chance to turn this around, unlike himself.
He's scared. He can't handle the blood, or the rotting, sunken faces. Dealing with monsters puts him right back on the edge of the portal, teetering over the edge of the pit.
With more of the undead closing, he just barely stops himself from reaching out and snagging her sleeve. What's she going to do?]
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[He's on the verge of saying "what about we call someone," people like Sam and Dean on the forefront of his mind. They're prepared for this and aren't struggling to remember what day it is because of Hell memories, and so are others. Those people have a chance to turn this around, unlike himself.
He's scared. He can't handle the blood, or the rotting, sunken faces. Dealing with monsters puts him right back on the edge of the portal, teetering over the edge of the pit.
With more of the undead closing, he just barely stops himself from reaching out and snagging her sleeve. What's she going to do?]