The guy hesitates — his mistake, and ultimately his funeral. Dean gets the knife free, and just as he does, he hears his name.
"Sam." A statement, not a question. Dean recognizes his voice, the way he intones his name. It's Sam, definitely, and now his fighting ability makes sense.
Unfortunately for Sam, though, Dean still doesn't hesitate. He presses the blade up against Sam's throat and says, words laced with threat, "Back up."
Because Sam's been MIA for years, and Dean sure as hell isn't going to entertain a warm and fuzzy reunion when he isn't sure what Sam has been up to — or if he's even really Sam. There was a time when Dean would have welcomed him back with open arms — a time when Dean entertained thoughts of uniting with Sam against the Croats and, ultimately, Lucifer — but those days are long gone. These days, you can't just take a situation at face value — Dean has learned that more than once — so he presses the blade against Sam's skin to make his point.
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"Sam." A statement, not a question. Dean recognizes his voice, the way he intones his name. It's Sam, definitely, and now his fighting ability makes sense.
Unfortunately for Sam, though, Dean still doesn't hesitate. He presses the blade up against Sam's throat and says, words laced with threat, "Back up."
Because Sam's been MIA for years, and Dean sure as hell isn't going to entertain a warm and fuzzy reunion when he isn't sure what Sam has been up to — or if he's even really Sam. There was a time when Dean would have welcomed him back with open arms — a time when Dean entertained thoughts of uniting with Sam against the Croats and, ultimately, Lucifer — but those days are long gone. These days, you can't just take a situation at face value — Dean has learned that more than once — so he presses the blade against Sam's skin to make his point.
He isn't fucking around.