"I'm not in Hell. I'm right here, Sammy, and what I need right now is my brother... not revenge." Not that he expected that'd work. It hadn't yet.

His hand dropped back to his side and he let out a sigh.

"Does that even matter to you anymore?" It wasn't fair, he knew it, to throw that on Sam. But the distance between them was worse than anything right now, made everything feel that much more crushing and weighty because he was bearing the brunt of it on his on.