"But it's not, dammit." He sat up, leaning closer to Sam, eyes narrowing on him.

"Sam, I made the deal. It wasn't your fault I couldn't live without you. What the hell's gonna happen if you kill her, Sam?" There's an edge of desperation to his voice now as he reached over to touch his shoulder.

"I just got back and it's like I'm losing you all over again, man. I'm telling you, this road you're on... it's not gonna lead anywhere good."