Sam knew you were possessed. He knew it wasn't you talking with your pretty voice and pretty lips, but the words hurt just the same. You were in Missouri, trying to put to rest a spectre of a Confederate soldier who possessed anyone with a grudge. And Sam couldn't say he was surprised you held a grudge towards him. He'd been the one that didn't look for you. He'd been the one to get with Amelia as if you'd meant nothing. And he was sorry every damn day.

"All you've ever done is decieve me."

Your voice says harshly as Dean and Garth barge into the motel room with the intention of getting rid of the spectre inside you. You were holding a penny, which is what the soldier was attached to.

"You've disappointed me time and time again."

Your voice keeps going, ignoring the new company as your eyes stare into Sam's without even a blink.

"Well, let's go through some of Sammy's greatest hits. Drinking demon blood? Check. Being in cahoots with Ruby? Not telling me that you lost your soul? Or how about running around with Samuel for a whole year, letting me think that you were dead while you were doing all kinds of crazy? Those aren't mistakes, Sam. Those are choices!"

You spit out and Sam feels his heart shatter into a million pieces.

"Honey, don't do that. I know I'm a screw up I-"

Sam stops as Dean steps forwards, murmuring an apology before suddenly punching you, the penny falling out of your hand. Garth instantly grabs it and melts it down, putting an end to the spectre as you lie there in a confused ball on the floor.

"Dean, what the hell?"

Sam cries out, kneeling beside you. Dean just shrugs.

"Hey. Just didn't wanna hear your sappy talk."