Sammy—
Way I'm planning it, by the time you read this I'll be gone. Dead. And I'll be in a place neither of us wants to see me go to.
Look, I know how you're feeling. You think it's your fault that I made that deal in the first place, and you think it's your fault that my year's almost up and you still haven't found a way to save me.
None of this is your fault, man. It's all mine. It's all on me, just like what Dad did was all on him. And from the bottom of my heart, Sammy, I'm sorry. The closer I get to D-Day, the more I realize how stupid and selfish I was to do this.
But I'd do everything the same way if I could go back to that night.
This is gonna be hard for you to hear, but you need to be the one who lives.
You've never gotten it. It's you, Sam. You're…you're better. You're the better one of us. You could actually have a life, Sam, a real life outside of hunting. And what could I do? Be a mechanic? Lay under cars for the rest of my life? It's just not worth it, man.
You're all I really have. You're the only real reason I get my ass outta bed in the morning. You're the only thing that makes living worth the fight.
I just couldn't lose you. I lost Mom. I lost Dad. But I couldn't lose you.
Jesus. Ever think you'd hear something like this from me?
Listen. Don't worry about me, all right? I'll be okay, I swear. If Dad can crawl out of Hell, so can I. You've got a life to live. You've got things to do, and I don't just mean hunting. Make me an uncle, all right? Marry some hot chick, have kids, and be happy. Don't spend your life alone in the dark like me.
And I'm going to say this to you just this once: I love you, bro. I do, even though I never tell you. I'm sorry about that too.
Do me one more favor: don't forget me. Please.
See you around, Sammy.