He can barely tear his eyes away from the disapproving shadow of their Dad in the doorway. Never good enough. A monster. He'd seen it in John's face since his visions started up. But it's so much worse to hear a verbal confirmation - that he'd always thought those things.

Sam choked on a broken sound as Dean brought his attention back to him. "Shoulda let me go. Shoulda let me die." A year of self-destruction because he couldn't bear the thought that his brother sacrificed everything he was for him. Sammy who was never good enough, Sammy the runaway, Sammy and his freaky psychic thing that scared everyone.

"He's right."