Sam swallowed hard, tightened the last rope restraining Dean to the altar. He patted Dean's bare foot as he rounded the table, taking up position. "You okay?"
"Oh yeah, perfectly comfy cozy."
Picking up the knife, Sam asked, "You ready?"
"Get to it."
Sam made the shallow first cut in the effort to summon Ammut, the Eater of the Dead. He carved the first three sigils quickly into Dean's chest.
Dean gasped as each incision burned. He gritted his teeth, unable to hold back a yell when Sam carved a sigil in the top and bottom of his left foot.
