[Sam closes his eyes softly, and smiles — a disgusted, bitter smile.

Honestly, he just — hates himself. So much.

Fucking freak.]

... Figures.

[Too late. It's too late, anyway. Can't undo the mad ramblings of a spun-out, demonic brother. Now he's just got another layer of crazy, and he's not sure how to fix it. The world's biggest chump apparently does a good job at chumping himself. The long con, from childhood, all the way to this kitchen chair.]

Just forget it. All of it. It doesn't matter.

I was hallucinating a lot back then. Should've known better.