Sam has absolutely no issue with taking the blame for that. And would do it a hundred times over, even if only to see that little scowl on Zachariah's face when his plans are thwarted.
It's a little easier outside, where the breeze can blow the scent of Castiel on Dean and Muriel away from him. Sam takes a few deep breaths before Meg speaks. It brings a tension back to his shoulders that was only just abating. "I'm not going to take his choices away from him like that. Zachariah's already done quite enough of that for him, don't you think?"
He didn't know what Meg's play was when it came to backing him up in there, but he didn't think she was a bad sort. "There's nothing stopping you from doing the same thing, if you wanted." Nothing stopping any of them, really. Especially not Zachariah. Not for the right one of them, in his eyes. Which Sam definitely isn't.
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It's a little easier outside, where the breeze can blow the scent of Castiel on Dean and Muriel away from him. Sam takes a few deep breaths before Meg speaks. It brings a tension back to his shoulders that was only just abating. "I'm not going to take his choices away from him like that. Zachariah's already done quite enough of that for him, don't you think?"
He didn't know what Meg's play was when it came to backing him up in there, but he didn't think she was a bad sort. "There's nothing stopping you from doing the same thing, if you wanted." Nothing stopping any of them, really. Especially not Zachariah. Not for the right one of them, in his eyes. Which Sam definitely isn't.