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Shocked, awed, completely terrified, all things that were perfectly normal feelings for a situation such as this one. Although appropriate and completely justified, now was not the time for Sam's legs to decide they didn't want to move. He could feel Dean pulling on his jacket and his grip on Dean's tightened in response. He heard himself say something like, "He's coming" and even in his head it sounded stupid. What was the appropriate response for that? How about 'no shit, Sherlock, you're the one who let him out.'
The fantastic bang and the bright light that blinded them got Sam's body to respond appropriately and he stumbled backwards, accidentally dragging Dean with him.
"Let's go!" Sam yelled over the chaos that surrounded them, glad he still had that hold on his brother as he definitely couldn't see him anymore. It had been stupid to stick around this long in the first place. What the hell had he been thinking? Pulling Dean along with him, Sam ran in the direction they'd come, and groped around blindly for the door.
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