[ Sam shook his head, straight away. It was instant, actually. The last thing he wanted, the very last thing, was for Amy to die, least of all by his hand. And yet as he pulled himself back he realized that he couldn't promise that. She'd proven that, pushed to extremes, she would hurt people. She'd do it for her child. So Sam had to give a second answer straight away after the first; a more honest answer. The one that his internal Dean/John monologue was already yelling at him. ]

I can't promise that. You know that. I know that you don't want to harm anyone, but you can't promise me that either.

[ He fixed her with the most imploring of his puppy dog looks, and let his hands slip away from Riot's ruff, instead moving over to sit beside her on the step of the wagon. He wasn't afraid of her, no matter what he'd just said that might seem to the contrary. ]

But you're...you're here, and I have to figure out the reason for that. I don't know what's brought us here together. I thought maybe it was an angel thing, but...