Mad? I'm proud of you.
No.
No! That wasn't right. Years of looking, only two bullets left. No.
"Don't listen to him, Sammy."
Horror uncoiled through him, feeling the thing hiding inside his father. It looked like John Winchester but what stared back through his father's dark green eyes was not him.
His stomach roiled, spasming in revulsion. Terror and rage warred in his chest. It was here. In front of him. The gun was heavy in his hands, too heavy to lift. Kill him? He couldn't. Not this man. His heart breaking, he watched his father's eyes change.
Demon.