He missed the shot. Sam couldn't stand the misery coursing through him, he missed the damn shot. That thing should be toast right now and he missed it.
"If you would have let me go back in there…"
"Sam you would have gotten killed." Kayla snapped at him. "It knew you had the colt and disappeared too fast, that's not your fault."
"I could have ended all this!" He yelled back.
Dean was fed up. "So self-sacrifice, that's ok with you?"
"Yeah. You're damn right that's ok with me. If it would have ended it."
"Not while I'm around. Sam, I wanna waste it as much as you do. But it's not worth dying over."
"What?" Sam was so confused; he never thought he'd hear Dean say the yellow-eyed demon wasn't worth it.
"I mean it! If hunting this demon means getting yourself killed, then I hope we never find the damn thing!"
"That thing killed Jess, it killed mom!"
Dean shook his head, how was he supposed to get through to him? He couldn't lose his brother, not now. "You said yourself Sam, they're gone. They're gone and no matter what we do, they're not coming back."
It sent him over the edge and Kayla jumped back when she saw Sam slam his brother against the wall.
"Don't you say that, not ever! After all we've been through, don't you say that!"
Dean stayed calm for his little brother, and he wasn't afraid to say what he was about to say in front of him or Kayla.
"Sam, this is all we have. You guys are all I have. As it is I feel like I'm falling apart sometimes and if something happened to you, where would I be?"
Sam stepped away from him, knowing he was right. "He should have called by now. Call him again."
Dean sighed but made the call for Sammy's sake. After a long pause he spoke to someone on the other end, his voice lined with fear. "Where is he?"