"And Sam is getting all 'what if this is how it's gonna be'"
Sam looked a little hurt by that, but Dean didn't notice.
"Are you sure?"
Pause.
"Do it then."
Dean hung up.
"Bobby didn't find anything, did he?" Sam asked quietly.
Dean didn't answer.
Sam sighed. "Dean.."
"Don't Dean me. We're going to fix this."
"And if we can't?"
"Not gonna happen."
Sam was silent.
Dean felt like punching something.
"You didn't deserve this, Sammy," he said quietly.
Sam huffed and shrugged. "Honestly, I've been kind of expecting it."
Dean head snapped up. "What?"
Sam inhaled. "I've been expecting something like this to happen."
Dean didn't know what to say.
"Why?"
Sam tilted his head so he was 'looking' down.
"Hey. Sammy," Dean said gently. "Why?"
"Because," Sam murmured.
"Okay. Because why?"
"I deserve it, I guess."
Dean had a pained expression on his face.
"Uh-Why..why would you think that?"
Sam shrugged.
"Sammy."
"I dunno. I guess 'cause this kind of stuff seems to happen to me."
Dean exhaled.
"What do you mean, Sam?"
Sam looked uncomfortable and he figeted. "Hell, demon blood, demon powers. This just doesn't surprise me."
"God, Sam. You can't think that way."
"It's kind of hard not to," Sam muttered.
Dean frowned deeply.
"What do you mean?"
Sam raised his head to look at where he knew Dean was sitting.
"The Cage, Dean," he whispered.
Dean shifted.
"W-What about it, Sammy."
Sam bit his lip and didn't answer.
"Sammy?"
"Nothin'."
Dean swore to himself menatlly.
But this wasn't exactly huge news. His brother still had nightmares and woke up screaming on occasion, even long after Cas had taken the scars off of Sam in the mental ward.
With a jolt, Dean realized something: Sam had never talked about what happened. Ever. Even when he was soulless, he didn't talk about it.
Which made Dean wonder about what happened down there.