"tell me again. tell me again and again about the boy you love."
he hated that he trusted her. he hated that she'd become someone he depended on. ruby was a monster-but so was he, he thought
"he was going to be a judge. he wanted to be in congress some day. he was going to do it, too. if it weren't for me."
sam tapped his foot. he was sitting in the church again. the one their mother was buried behind.
"i'm sorry," he whispered, as if this had been his fault.
"you knew this would happen. you always knew, sam winchester. you destroy everything you touch. you push everyone away and you hurt them when they come back."
sam nodded at the memory that was engraved in his brain.
"i do."
"we aren't so different, you and me. you're just a pretty boy who can't keep his hands to himself."
