I can feel it, Sammy.
I can feel it burning inside me, something that I can't fight off much longer.
For a minute, I thought I beat it. I thought it was gone.
But it's not gone. It's still here, Sammy. It's always here, and I can't take it anymore.
All this Hate. I feel it all the time. I can't stop it.
Have you ever had a hatred for something that you just couldn't shake no matter what?
I mean, I know you've hated me before, maybe you even hated Dad. But this is different.
I don't hate people, I don't hate things. I just hate. I hate you, Cas, Cain, Metatron, I hate everyone.
But most of all, I hate myself.
I hate my own existence. I should be boiling in the depths of Hell right now. I hate that I'm not.
I hate how I have to save you, and I hate that I'm failing.
I hate what I've become.
Sammy, you need to help me. Please. I can't go on like this much longer.
Please, Sammy, promise me something: Promise me that I won't do this alone.
Promise me that, no matter what, if I become too out of control… Promise me that you'll kill me.
That's all I want, Sammy. That's what I need from you. I need your word that this will end, one way or another.
I need peace. Promise me that much, Sammy. I'm a monster, and I need to die.
Don't try to save me, I'm not worth saving. I'm not human anymore. If I live, I'll become like I used to be.
I'll kill people, Sammy. I'll slaughter them in cold blood, and I'll do it with a smile on my face.
I'll use that blade to slit throats, I'll cut innocent people open.
And I'll enjoy it. Because I hate them.
Please, Sammy, promise me that I won't turn into that. I don't think I have that much time left.
Don't think about it, Sammy, just do it. Just kill me now. Please.
Remember, Sammy, this is what we do. It's what we've spent our whole lives doing.
Saving people, hunting things, the family business.