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Sam walked around the bed and saw Isabel on the ground lying in a puddle of her own blood which poured from her sliced neck.
Sam knew it was too late.
Isabel was dead… again…
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Sam slumped to the floor against Isabel's bed as his knees became weak.
Sure Sam had seen some pretty gory stuff in his short life, but not this, not like this.
Not a kid his age, not in front of his eyes. So much blood was pooling out from underneath the still body, soaking into the rug.
The red tendrils began seeping towards Sam, and soon he sat in a pool of Isabel's blood as well.
It soaked through his jeans staining the blue denim.
Sam looked down at his legs and jumped from the floor as he saw he was now covered in blood.
"No… Isabel, I'm sorry! I---."
Sam began hyperventilating as he raised his hands to his face, screaming when he saw the red rivets of blood dripping from his fingertips and intertwining their bloody design around his wrists.
"Nononononono…"
Sam stumbled backwards into the far wall and fell to the floor holding his hands in front of him, staring at the empty eyes of Isabel from across the room.
"Sssss-aaam…" her detached voice whispered.
"Oh god, Isabel, I'm sorry…"
"SAM! SAMMY!"
The voice's screams vibrated through his head causing the room to tip and he shut his eyes against the vertigo.
"SAMMY!" Dean's voice screamed into his ear.
Sam opened his eyes and saw he was in the Impala again.
A bolt of freezing lightening struck his body with terror as he remembered what happened.
"Oh god!" Sam screamed stumbling with the door handle and falling to the ground as he threw up.
"Sammy!" Dean only managed to grab the sleeve of Sam's shirt as he hit the asphalt.
"no…no…" Sam was weakly protesting with himself, holding his arms tightly to his chest.
"Sam what's wrong? What did you see?" Dean's frantic questioning smashing into his mind
Sam raised his arms underneath him so he could pick himself up off the ground.
Looking towards the ground he saw his wrists, covered with red coils of ink in elaborate designs.
"Sammy…" he heard Dean hesitantly ask.
"You didn't have those a few minutes ago" Dean pointed out his wrists.
Sam sat back suddenly and stared at his arms.
The ink was made from Isabel's blood, tainting his skin—
Her blood…
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