"He's just a kid," Sam said.
"Think he's got anybody he can go to?"
"Dean . . ."
"How else can this play out? You think those three are just gonna stop when we point out it's not nice to kill people?"
"No, I know," Sam said reluctantly. "It's just, sometimes, this job –" At the sound of a nearby footstep he turned just in time to catch a heavy branch in the face.
On his way to the ground, Dean's shout in his ears, Sam had just enough time to think, "Why is it always me?" and then he was out.
