Sam: "What! Stares at her in shock, his mouth hanging wide open."
Sarah: scowls at him "Oh come on Sam! Is it really that unbelievable that I'm still a virgin?"
Sam snaps his mouth shut with an audible clack and calculates his answer.
Sarah: angry about his silence "Well!"
Sam: "That's not what I meant Sarah . . . I just . . . I can't use your blood . . ."
Sarah: Arches her eyebrow "Why not? And don't you dare give me any of that crap about not wanting to risk my life Sam."
Sam: "But what if something goes wrong! I'm not gonna risk you dying Sarah!"
Sarah: "Damn it Sam! I just told you not to give me any of that crap! It's MY life Sam . . . I'll do what I want with it! And right now, what I want to do is save you and Dean!"
Sam: Takes a long pause before responding. "I'm gonna go find the ingredients we're gonna need. We'll talk about this later Sarah. I'm not changing my mind about this." Turns and walks out to visit some of the more 'occult' shops in town to see what he can come up with.
Sarah: Mutters as she watches him leave "Neither am I Sammy . . ." Goes over to the chair in the corner of the room and pulls it up next to Deans bed, sitting in it to keep him company.
Sam goes to a few different shops, getting the ingredients a few at a time so as not to seem too suspicious. It took him most of the day to gather everything up. He was still worried about the spell though . . . He wasn't sure he could risk Sarah's life to save his or Dean's . . . Sure he'd risk his own life to save Dean any day . . . but Sarah's life? He shakes the thoughts from his head . . . Sarah had been right earlier when she said that it only called for the blood of a virgin . . . not the life of one.
Sarah had fallen asleep at Dean's bedside while waiting for Sam to get back.
Sam quietly opens the door to Dean's hospital room and slips in; carrying everything they'd need for the spell. He flips open the spell book to the right page and begins setting everything up for the ritual.
Sam uses the snake's ball of thread to form a circle around where he and Sarah will be sitting. Then he uses the dove's blood ink to write out the incantation on the Bone of Ibis. He sets the bone aside to let the blood ink dry and he pulls out the Mortar and Pestle, setting it up in the middle of the circle. He pours in the Blood of Hephaistos, Krono's Blood, and the bulls Semen before stirring in the black salt using the the pestle to crush up the salt and dissolve it into the liquid mixture.
After he was done setting everything up, he goes over to Sarah, gently waking her up.
Sarah glances sleepily around the room before resting her eyes on Sam.
Sarah: "Hey Sam . . . you got everything?"
Sam: "Yeah . . . everything's all set up . . . You sure you wanna do this?"
Sarah: Pauses for half a beat before replying. "I'm sure Sam . . . Dean's body reacted quicker than yours did . . . but this will eventually happen to you too if we don't do anything about it."
Sam: "Wait, why would he react sooner?" then he catches the answer before she can respond. "My powers . . . he's not used to having powers . . ."
Sarah: "Exactly . . . and I don't know how much time we have left before you . . . you know . . ." glances at Dean.
Sam: "Time . . . right . . . ok . . . lets get this done then . . ."
Both Sam and Sarah step into the circle and sit down, crisscross on the floor. They reach out to each other, clasping their hands together to form a circle with their bodies. Together the recite the incantation once, then twice, before Sam reaches over and picks up his knife. He looks into her eyes for her final permission. He receives it, and presses the blade into the smooth skin of her forearm . . .
Sarah feels a slight pinch as the sharp blade pierces her skin and she bites back a yelp as the pain sets in. She moves her arm, holding it over the mortar and pestle, and watches in trepidation as her blood drips down into the mixture. Her eyes glance up at Sam.
Sam tries his best to seem reassuring. They still needed to say the incantation one final time before the ritual would be complete. Sarah gives him an almost imperceptible nod and together, they recite the incantation for the third, and final time.
Sam glances around the room . . . surely there should have been some visible sign that something had happened . . . but he hadn't seen anything.
Then, suddenly, as one final drop of Sarah's blood hits the mixture in the mortar, a blinding light fills the room and pain sears throughout Sam's body . . .