"No Sammy." Dean's mind pleaded as he saw the look in Sam's eyes. "Please don't believe that's how I really feel Please you have to believe that I've always cared about you. That I'll ALWAYS care about you."
"Why would he believe that Dean?" The sinister voice whispered "After all looking back on your past combined with these last few weeks that you've been back and I'd say that what we're doing now is par for the course of your hypocrisy. Sam has no reason not to believe that this isn't all you and nothing but you. I honestly couldn't have pulled this off so well if you hadnt fallen in line with the plan as easily as you did Dean. It's hillarious really cause you still don't know just how easily you were played back then. How you're still being played now and poor Sam he's caught on a few times and he's even tried to sway the game in your favor a couple of times, but I came along and put things right back on track. Well until you killed me."
Dean suddenly knew the voice. "Zachariah." his mind growled.