Sam was finally breaking down. You, Dean, and hell, even himself they blamed his anger on everyone except Sam.

With his ‘kicked puppy’ demeanor it seemed like at times, he was incapable of doing wrong. But he was angry. At himself—at everything.

You just finished a little tangent—or maybe just a passing comment about Lucifer. The latest object of anger. Mentioning that you can understand why maybe he would be ‘upset’. Not angry, never angry.

You’re about to get into the Impala when he speaks.

“Most of the time I can hide it.”

You stop mid-step and turn back around to look at him.

“but…I am angry. I’m mad at everything.” His voice trails off into a huff of defeat.

“I used to be mad at Dean and Dad, then…Lillith, now its Lucifer—“

“And- and I make excuses—I blame Ruby, or the demon blood, but its not their fault, its not them, its me.” Your heart breaks for him. He looks at his hands like he’s infected. Infected with anger, the anger is in his veins, he can’t stop it.

He looks back at you with a pang of desperation in his chest “It’s inside me. I’m mad—all the time—and I don’t know why.” His voice breaks and his eyes glisten with the beginning of tears.

He swallows thickly.

His face says it all; ‘What’s wrong with me?’