[ He expects a lot of things, but uh- that's not one of them. Sure, it catches them off guard but between what she says and what she does, Sam is caught off guard until he figures fuck it, and moves in anyway. It's easy to splash holy water at her, and when she's away from Cas he goes for the tried and true method of just slamming his fist into Dean's jaw.
The exorcism is like second nature, rattling it off as soon as he starts moving and he wrestles Dean's body to the ground- he knows Dean'd rather get roughed up than have a demon riding in him, except - fucking hell, he knew it.
Sam shoves her down, hands fisted in her jacket- or, well, his jacket. The cuffs they'd jacked from the dungeon in the bunker hang out of his pockets, and he grabs them, slamming Dean's wrists down to fasten the first and then the second. He's got no fucking idea if it'll work on a knight, but they'll find out. ]
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The exorcism is like second nature, rattling it off as soon as he starts moving and he wrestles Dean's body to the ground- he knows Dean'd rather get roughed up than have a demon riding in him, except - fucking hell, he knew it.
Sam shoves her down, hands fisted in her jacket- or, well, his jacket. The cuffs they'd jacked from the dungeon in the bunker hang out of his pockets, and he grabs them, slamming Dean's wrists down to fasten the first and then the second. He's got no fucking idea if it'll work on a knight, but they'll find out. ]