"Decapitate it!"

Dean yells at you, throwing sodium borate on what you assumed wasn't Sam. You were getting overwhelmed and confused, seeing double of Dean and Sam while you were trying to figure out who the Leviathans were. It didn't help that they were turning into random deputies and then back into Sam and Dean too, disorienting you even more.

"My Persona!"

Dean shouts, causing you to jump and instinctively slice fake Sam's head off, your heart falling into your stomach at the sight. Your face gets splattered with black goo from the Leviathan, proving to you that it hadn't really been your Sam, but the sight of his lifeless head on the floor sent you into a helpless panic anyways. Your knife falls to the floor with a clang as you stand frozen in place, unable to look away from what you did.

"Honey, honey, look up at me…baby, listen to me."

Your view gets blocked by a familiar flannel beneath a khaki jacket, the scent of pine and gunpowder mixed with something sweet filling your senses faster than his warm arms could wrap around you.

"Come here, baby."

Sam murmurs, trying to comfort you as much as he can while being weary of needing to get to Bobby's asap.

"Can you let me take you to the car, hmm? Let me clean up your face a little?"