[Being exposed to the kind of gore that he has and growing up witnessing and to some degree being involved with it gave him an unfair edge. Sam hadn't ever known normalcy, and he couldn't define "normal," if he tried. There used to be a time when he thought it was getting his degree at Stanford, becoming a lawyer, marrying Jess, and having kids. That kind of thing hasn't crossed his mind in a while. Sure, he was shacking up with Amelia but the tension was still there, and he still laid awake at night with too many questions and exhausted any other available time and resources trying to find Dean.
The machete doesn't drop, but Sam still puts his hands up, and the weapon goes slack in his hand because of how he's holding it in an attempt to accommodate him and be less intimidating so that Doctor Reid won't pull the trigger.]
I can't do that, Doctor.
[The words feel a little rough on his tongue. He can understand dedication to the job, to his team, even, but after what he saw here today ignoring the possibility of another attack feels unwise.]
Not unless you've got the stomach to do what I just did. Didn't you hear me? There are people here, probably being treated like blood bags, and another monster out there that's probably not far from the nest.
I knew you were FBI when you pulled out your gun. If you want to arrest me, that's fine, sure - whatever, but I came here to do a job and I just saved your life so the least you could do is let me finish what I started and clear this place out so nobody else has to get hurt.
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The machete doesn't drop, but Sam still puts his hands up, and the weapon goes slack in his hand because of how he's holding it in an attempt to accommodate him and be less intimidating so that Doctor Reid won't pull the trigger.]
I can't do that, Doctor.
[The words feel a little rough on his tongue. He can understand dedication to the job, to his team, even, but after what he saw here today ignoring the possibility of another attack feels unwise.]
Not unless you've got the stomach to do what I just did. Didn't you hear me? There are people here, probably being treated like blood bags, and another monster out there that's probably not far from the nest.
I knew you were FBI when you pulled out your gun. If you want to arrest me, that's fine, sure - whatever, but I came here to do a job and I just saved your life so the least you could do is let me finish what I started and clear this place out so nobody else has to get hurt.