I'm not one for lying; the truth hurts so much more.
[Patient eyes flick to look at Dean's balled up fists.]
... You're so angry, Dean. I had always been told Sam had that darkness and fire within him — that anger. But now... I see it's a family trait. Anger and darkness and guilt.
[He smiles so pleasantly.]
Didn't your older self tell you, though? You're going to leave Sammy to the wolves, Dean. The same way you left him to the wolves when you died and left him to clean up the messes — all while you soiled the Winchester name in Hell, carving up and maiming souls.
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[Patient eyes flick to look at Dean's balled up fists.]
... You're so angry, Dean. I had always been told Sam had that darkness and fire within him — that anger. But now... I see it's a family trait. Anger and darkness and guilt.
[He smiles so pleasantly.]
Didn't your older self tell you, though? You're going to leave Sammy to the wolves, Dean. The same way you left him to the wolves when you died and left him to clean up the messes — all while you soiled the Winchester name in Hell, carving up and maiming souls.