The noise his body made was primal, as the sob erupted from him. Chest heaving, the pain evident in every twitch, every sound his body made.
A monster.
Sam was a monster.
No, not yet. Not wholly. Dean knew in his soul he could still save him.
But Dean had said it.
And Sam believed it.
He couldn't stop himself. He was desperate to make Sam stay.
Make him believe in good again.
Believe in them again.
Dean had failed.
The apocalypse might as well come now, for Dean had lost the only thing that mattered in the world.
Sam.