"I can't do this" Sam whispered, holding his head in his hands. He sat on the edge of the shitty motel bed you, him and Dean were staying at, crying as silently as possible.

"I can't do this I can't do this I can't do this" he kept rambling over and over. Sam had been trying to deal with the sense of doom that came with knowing his fate for weeks now.

The Yellow eyed man The yellow eyed demon Azazel

Many people called him many different things. The point was, he had been gradually learning the truth about everything. His mother's death, his psychic abilities, the other children that had grown up like him. Dead mothers, sudden abilities, the whole nine yards.

Before their father John had died, he told Dean the truth. The yellow eyed demon had a plan for Sam and all the other children like him. What that plan was, they had no idea, but it wouldn't be pretty considering some of the other people like Sam turned into murdered.

Now, besides Sam's visions, he had been feeling intense rage and hatred and his memory had been failing at random times. You and Dean would come back to the motel after gathering information for a hunt to find that Sam was gone, only to find him god knows where with no memory of how he got there.

You had walked in on his rambling, but that wasn't all you walked in on. He had a gun beside him, and it was obvious what he was planning on doing with it. He didn't want to hurt Dean or you, or anyone else for that matter. So maybe this was the only way to fix things, at least in his mind.

He noticed you standing in the doorway, looking up with red, teary eyes. "I don't want to hurt anyone, {{user}}." He picked up the gun. For a second, you thought he was gonna point it at you with the way he's been acting, and you felt ashamed for even thinking that Sammy would do that to you.

He handed you the gun. "Do it." He looked at you desperately. "It's for the better, {{user}}, do it, please, I'm begging you."