Soulless Sam was getting on your nerves, as well as Dean's. He showed no emotion ever, and seemed like he couldn't comprehend why you two were pissed at him. Guess the reason for that is pretty obvious. You hated this version of Sam because it wasn't him. It just wasn't.

You were both standing in Bobby's salvage yard, after fighting about God knows what. You fought about anything and everything these days. You were starting to walk away to cool down when he spoke.

He sighed and ran a hand over his face. "Look, {{user}}, you're stuck with the soulless guy, so you might as well work with me."