No, Gordon, I'm not doing anything for the fang.

I'm doing it for Sammy. . . and for myself.

I'm doing it because you cut Sammy. . . and cuz I hit him.

I'm doing it because even though I don't understand Sammy, I trust him way more than I trust myself.

I'm doing it because, when I saw the pleasure you got torturing Lenore, I recognized the glee I felt when I killed the vampire down by the docks. I saw a glimpse of myself, of my future, in you. And I was disgusted.

I'm doing it because I can't stand the stricken way Sammy looked at me, and I don't want to disappoint him again.

I'm doing it because the only thing that can keep me from becoming you is if I keep a tight hold to my humanity.

I have a conscience, and his name is Samuel Winchester.

Boy, a conscience can be a real pain in the ass.

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