"Where were you?" Damon asked Sam as he entered into the living room.

"Outside." Sam said taking the flask out of his coat and putting it in his back pocket.

"There is something different about you." Damon said.

"What?" Sam asked.

"You look different."

"Whatever." Sam said rolling his eyes.

"You and your brother are exactly alike." Damon muttered.

"You know what Damon, you talk a lot of shit about people when really you're the biggest dick I've ever met and that's saying something." Sam said angrily. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe people treat you like a bitch because you are one?" he said before he left the room.

"Hey, you ok?" Ric asked as Sam passed him in the hallway.

"Yes." Sam grunted.

"Really? Because you were just all over Damon."

"Don't talk to me about Damon." Sam said. "He has a girlfriend but yet he spends every moment with my brother's girlfriend and then he wants to be surprised when people call him a dick."

"It's not like that between Cassie and Damon." Ric said.

"Are we done?" Sam asked as he made his way toward the stairs.

"Sam, wait." Ric said grabbing Sam's arm.

"Don't touch me." Sam yelled, pushing Ric down onto the chaise in the hallway.

"Hey Sam." Stefan said as he came around the corner. "Come outside with me."

"No. I'm going upstairs." Sam said.

"No, come on." Stefan said waving him along. Sam let out a deep breath and followed Stefan outside. Stefan was sitting on the lawn. "So what is it?"

"What?" Sam asked taking a sit beside the younger Salvatore.

"Heroin? Oxycontin?" Stefan asked. Sam was silent. "For me it's human blood."

"Oh." Sam said quietly. His arms wrapped around his knees.

"Yeah, so what is it for you?" Sam was silent. "You can tell me Sam. I won't tell anyone. I promise."

"Demon blood." Sam answered.

"Really?"

"Yeah, but I'm not addicted to it." Sam said.

"You don't think so?" Stefan asked.

"No. I don't need it. It's not something I want all the time." Sam said. "It's just...I have a job to do and it's a necessity in order for me to do that job."

"Is it really though Sam?"

"Yes."

"It makes you feel differently, right?" Stefan asked.

"Well yeah, but eating a banana can make you feel differently." Sam said.

"Ok, well let me guess." Stefan said looking Sam in the eye. "It makes you feel invincible, faster, more cunning, smarter?" Sam looked away. Yes, it did those things but those feelings didn't matter because it was making him stronger. Strong enough to kill Lilith. "Listen I know what you're going through."

"No you don't." Sam said quietly.

"Let me tell you a story." Stefan began. "In 1902, I met two teenage girls, they were probably about 17 or 18. Anyway, I compelled them to take me home with them."

"So?" Sam asked.

"Margret and William Thornton and their three daughters, Quinn, Judith and Mary from Rochester, New York." Stefan said, looking off in to the dark night.

"Wait, I know those names." Sam said. "Rochester, 1902. Those are the name of the Rochester Five. I read about that in my dad's journal."

"I'm sure you did." Stefan said, his eyes brimming with tears.

"The family were all killed and placed in the sitting room but when the police touched them to wake them, their bodies fell apart." Sam said.

"I'm not proud of that." Stefan said, wiping the tears from his eyes. "But I am aware that it was the human blood that caused me to do it. I'm not a vicious person, but human blood turns me into a Ripper."

"A ripper?" Sam questioned. "I don't understand."

"I rip the bodies of my victims apart but my humanity causes me to feel guilt about my crimes. That's why I placed them back together." Stefan explained. "I kept a list of my victims names. I had to. I needed to be reminded of all of the heinous things that I did to them. I hurt them and that is my burden to bare."

"I'm not hurting anyone Stefan." Sam said.

"Yes you are."

"Who? Ric? I'm sure he's ok."

"No. Dean, Bobby, Cassie, Caroline, your parents memory, anybody who has ever cared about you and most importantly yourself." Stefan said. Sam kneaded his eyebrows together. He clenched his jaw and ran his hand through his hair as he sat in thought. "I'm just saying, you should think about the consequences of the blood and the affects that your drinking it has." Sam remained silent. "I'll see you in the morning." Stefan said as he got off of the ground.

"Yeah." Sam muttered. "The only way I'm hurting them is by keeping all this a secret, but I have to. They would try to keep me from doing what I have to do to kill Lilith and I have to stop her. Dean is not strong enough to do this. Not since he's come back from Hell. He's different. I know he's not as strong as he used to be." Sam thought as he sat in the darkness. "Once I get closer to being strong enough and I find Lilith, I'll tell them." Sam thought. He leaned up and pulled the flask out of back pocket. "It's almost over, Sam. You're almost strong enough." he said aloud to himself as he unscrewed the lid of the metal container. "It's almost over." he said before took a drink. He closed his eyes as he felt the thick liquid slide down this throat.