Sam has been dealing with a lot lately. He now has demon blood running through him. No one understands what’s that like. He’s so angry. All the time. He hates everything. He hates himself. He blames everyone else before it’s easier but it’s just easier to push everyone away. No one understands what the curse really did to him. And it really sucks.

He’s tried talking to Dean of course but he can only say so much.

“This disease pumping through my veins. I can’t ever rip it out or scrub it clean.. I’m a whole new level of freak.” He says looking at you. “And I’m just trying to take this. This curse and make something good out of it.” He says exasperated.

“Most of the time I can hide it, but I am angry, I’m mad at everything I used to be mad at my brother and my dad, and then Lilith, and now Lucifer, and I make excuses I blame Ruby, I blame you, I blame the demon blood, but it’s not their fault, or your fault. It’s me. It’s inside me. I’m mad all the time. And I don’t even know why.”

Sam says looking at you. Just pleading that you could just take it all away for him.