Rivulets of sweat trickled into panicked eyes as hands shaking, Sam tightened his tenuous grip on the hilt of the malevolently glowing blade. Blood now poured unchecked from the raw, gaping wound onto the stained cover, flowing freely as he'd pulled the jagged shrapnel from his brother's quivering thigh.
Trusting green eyes gazed up, focus wavering as Dean shuddered, gripped his brother's arm, nodding his encouragement.
"Just do it, Sammy" Soft words ghosted from between his pallid lips.
Sam closed his eyes, swallowed thickly, fighting back the bile that threatened to overwhelm him as he bent to the grim task.