"You can do plenty of good, Sam. The demon blood doesn't matter... Hell, you have done a lot of good." He let out a sigh and leaned back against the headboard, frowning at Sam.

"Okay, Sammy. Like I said, it'll be okay. We'll fix it, all of it." He paused, hesitating a moment because Dean still wasn't good at talking about this feeling crap, even now.

And part of him still didn't want to hear the answer.

"So what, taking back the whole hating thing too, Sammy? Because, man, I don't know... that one not many could blame you for."