Man. Friggin' love this part. It's like angst cake a la mode with ouch flavored ice cream and sprinkled with Deanache. Poor Sammy, trying SO hard and not having a CLUE what he's doing. And OF COURSE pooooooor Dean, all fucked up and turned into a animal of fear and instinct and pain.

See? All the bad things I do in MY stories? Simply homages to the master. :)