Amy watched him go, curiously, following Sam as he went into the motel room. Alloces was at the bathroom sink -- he had stripped himself of his shirt and was busy working on getting the blood off his skin. He looked up at Sam, giving him a hollow look.
"What do you want?"
"Sam," Amy began gently, placing her hands on his shoulders. "What're you doing in here, huh? Why don't you go hang out with your brother outside?"
No, the names Dean and Sam hadn't been lost on her entirely, thank you -- she was just choosing not to acknowledge them.
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Date: 2008-11-13 03:19 am (UTC)"What do you want?"
"Sam," Amy began gently, placing her hands on his shoulders. "What're you doing in here, huh? Why don't you go hang out with your brother outside?"
No, the names Dean and Sam hadn't been lost on her entirely, thank you -- she was just choosing not to acknowledge them.