[ Sam smiled, uncertainly. Behind it, he was already struggling with what he was supposed to say to that. Dean had killed Amy, against Sam's protestations, so not expecting to see her again was much like Sam felt about finishing any job: once the remains were burned, the apparition wasn't going to come back. Not everyone in the world was like him and Dean, they didn't just keep coming back like a bad penny.
Not that Amy didn't deserve to come back. Sort of. Sam still remembered what Dean had said about her, that she was a monster, and while Amy had saved his life that much hadn't changed; she still was what she was. He'd forgiven Dean for killing her at some point or other. It was hard not to, considering what they'd been through since. Life was too short, and the world kept trying to end.
Still, it was impossible not to feel a stab of guilt, looking at her, knowing both that fact and that Sam - through no fault of his own - genuinely hadn't expected to see her again. ]
Me either. I mean... That was sort of the point, wasn't it?
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Not that Amy didn't deserve to come back. Sort of. Sam still remembered what Dean had said about her, that she was a monster, and while Amy had saved his life that much hadn't changed; she still was what she was. He'd forgiven Dean for killing her at some point or other. It was hard not to, considering what they'd been through since. Life was too short, and the world kept trying to end.
Still, it was impossible not to feel a stab of guilt, looking at her, knowing both that fact and that Sam - through no fault of his own - genuinely hadn't expected to see her again. ]
Me either. I mean... That was sort of the point, wasn't it?