It is very cramped in here. I never used to feel this kind of claustrophobia when it was just Jimmy and I. You have met Jimmy before, correct? He was a good man. It was never my intention to hurt him, just as it was never my intention to hurt you, Dean.I am not going to lie to you. It is excruciatingly painful, these new sensations. It is as if my soul is being compressed from all sides. They started ripping at me as soon as I let them in. I think am in shreds. It is hard to is warm. It is so, so warm. But why am I so cold? Is this what hell feels like, Dean? To be wrapped in icy hot tentacles and have every inch of your soul squeezed tight in a vice grip?They tell me things, Dean. They scream in hushed voices and tear down my resolve, brick by brick. They say I will never see you again. They tell me you don't miss me. That you took my trenchcoat and you threw it on the ground. They said you have already stomped on my memory and banished every thought of me from your mind. Is it true? Have you left me so soon?This is too much, Dean. They are squeezing and tearing and puncturing every inch of me. Please, Dean.Please. I will not last much longer. I can only hope you haven't yet erased me have spread my arms out wide. They are forcing my legs one in front of the other. Under the water you go, they whisper in jagged edges. With us. Always with us. I am drowning. Can angels drown?And under the water I go. Pull me up, Dean. Raise me like I raised you.