[ A quick review of the situation and Sam judges that a) Dean is alive and very pissed off with no visible signs of his limbs hanging off and b) his own baseball skills are rusty and shooting the blobs is probably a terrible idea in case the bullets ricochet. So instead Sam reaches for a knife.
He kicks one of the oncoming blobs out of the way. Where the hell did they all come from? Funnily enough, Sam likes his face attached to the rest of his body. He ducks to avoid one flying his way thanks to Dean. Dude, watch where you're slinging those things! ]
The Scientists are gonna be pissed that you blew up their lab. [ Ah, nothing like a little dry humour while taking out blobs of doom. ]
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He kicks one of the oncoming blobs out of the way. Where the hell did they all come from? Funnily enough, Sam likes his face attached to the rest of his body. He ducks to avoid one flying his way thanks to Dean. Dude, watch where you're slinging those things! ]
The Scientists are gonna be pissed that you blew up their lab. [ Ah, nothing like a little dry humour while taking out blobs of doom. ]