It was two months later when the Winchester siblings ran into Samuel again.

The three siblings, plus Castiel, were searching through Samuel's office in the Campbell Compound, which looked to be mostly abandoned, when Samuel walked in.

"Can I help you?" He asked, lowering his gun to his side.


"What do you want?" Samuel asked them as everyone straightened up. Castiel, standing near Chelsea, stepped slightly closer, and slightly in front of her.

"Cas…" Chelsea warned him.

"We wanna know where Crowley is." Dean said.

"If I even knew, why would I tell you?"

"'Cause you're our grandfather."

"Samuel, I'm gonna get my soul back." Sam explained.

"Who says you can get it back?"

"We do." Chelsea said.

"Look, I'd like to help, but I'm sorry."

"It's your grandson's soul." Dean emphasized.

"I can't." Samuel said, raising his voice.

"What is wrong with you? Do you wanna work for Crowley?" Dean asked.

Dean turned to look back at his sister, and the angel guarding her. "Cas, can you give us a minute?" Cas turned around to look at Chelsea, who was clearly about to protest, and then disappeared. Chelsea turned a glare on Dean at the same time that he turned back to Samuel.

"We're your blood. But if you don't wanna help us I can't make you. But I just gotta know why. What is Crowley holding over you? You owe us that."

A moment passed, and Samuel looked over to Chelsea. She raised an eyebrow, and then Samuel looked down. He turned slightly, reaching into his desk drawer. He handed Dean a black and white picture of a young woman, who almost looked like Chelsea, if Chelsea's jaw was more round, her cheekbones weren't as high, her face wasn't permanently angry, and her eyes didn't have the calculating look of a soldier.

"Mom?" Dean asked, fighting to keep old, hidden emotions from surfacing.

"He's gonna give her back to me." Samuel said gently, not looking at any of them.

"Crowley's gonna bring mom back from the dead?" Dean asked, disbelievingly.

"You tell me you don't want her back." Samuel said. Sam looked over at their brother, and Dean looked back down at the picture.

"You know, the one difference between us? You know how to live without her." Samuel said, tears in his eyes.

"Look, I know how you feel." Dean started.

"No, you don't. She's my daughter, and she's dead, and I can do something about it." Samuel bit out.

"Do you really think Crowley is gonna make good here?"

"He brought Sam back! And me!" Samuel shouted.

"Trust me, don't go down that road."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying, stop trying. It's gonna go nowhere good. Samuel, I know we've had our differences, but I'm your grandson. And I'm telling you that this is wrong for so many reasons."

"You hypocrite." Samuel growled.

"I'm asking you to learn from our mistakes! Doing this, this is how the bad guy gets us every time. It's our Achilles' heel. Apparently it runs in the family. We will figure something else out. Okay?"

"I'm sorry Dean, but I-" Samuel started, and Dean didn't even wait for him to finish.

"Fine. Fine, bring her back. But what are you gonna tell her? You gonna tell her you made a deal with a demon? That you wouldn't help out her kids?"

"Alright, that's enough! Just get out."

Dean took a long look at Samuel, and then turned around and left. Sam turned to follow almost immediately after, but stopped when he noticed Chelsea, staring at Samuel, who had tears threatening to spill over his eyelids.

When neither of them moved, Sam put his hand on Chelsea's shoulder, and guided her out of the room.


Castiel sat on the couch at the motel room, watching something on the laptop while Chelsea, Sam, and Dean sat at the table, pouring over research.

"It's very complex." Cas said.

"Mm-hmm." Dean mumbled, none of them really paying the angel much attention.

"If the pizza man truly loves this babysitter, why does he keep slapping her rear? Perhaps she's done something wrong."

The three siblings shared a look, and Chelsea put his hand over her mouth, trying very hard not to laugh.

"You're watching porn? Why?" Dean asked.

"It was there." Cas answered as if it was completely normal.

"You don't watch porn in a room full of dudes." Dean started. "You don't watch porn in a room with our little sister, and you don't talk about it." Dean went on, exasperated. "Just turn it off." Castiel looked from Dean to the screen, and then down into his lap. "Well, now he's got a boner." Dean said to the other two Winchesters.

Chelsea could no longer contain the laughter, and Sam smiled at her.

A knock on the door cut her laugh short, and Dean got up, cocking his gun on the way there. He opened the door, and on the other side stood Samuel. A look passed between Dean and his grandfather, and then Samuel walked in the room. He stopped short, seeing what Cas was watching, and Chelsea once again started laughing.

"This what you kids do, sit around watching pornos with angels?"

"We're not supposed to talk about it." Cas said, and Chelsea laughed so hard her abs hurt.

Dean shot her a look that got her laugh to stop short, and then turned off Cas' computer.

"Why are you here, Samuel?" Dean asked him. Samuel sighed.

"It's what Mary would want. Now, this is what I know. Whatever we bag ends up there." Samuel said, pointing at a location on a map. "That's where he tortures 'em, interrogates 'em, I don't really know. Only been outside the places, but it's a death trap. Nothing gets in that Crowley doesn't want in and nothing gets out, period."

"Well, thanks." Dean said, and Samuel looked up, glancing at Sam, and then Chelsea, and back down.

"I wish you wouldn't do this." He said, and then he turned for the door.

"Come with us." Sam said. Chelsea and Dean turned to him, initially probably not on board with the idea.

But then both siblings turned to look at Samuel questioningly.

"I may be soft, but I'm not suicidal." Samuel said, and then he left the motel room.


The three Winchesters and Castiel stepped outside the motel to find Meg and her demon posse waiting.

"Remember me? I sure remember you, Clarence." Meg said to Castiel with a smile that was just a little too intimate for Chelsea's liking.

"Why are we working with these abominations?" Castiel asked.

"Keep talking dirty. Makes my meatsuit all dewy." Meg said.

"Alright, simmer down. We know where Crowley is." Dean said to the crowd.

"Great. Do tell." Meg said, still staring at Castiel.

"Yeah, tell you, so you can just leave us for dead." Sam said.

"You three have serious abandonment issues, you know that?"

Chelsea scoffed.

"We'll show you, alright? But we're all going together." Sam went on.

"What, I'm just supposed to trust you?" Meg asked, looking at the four of them.

"No, you're not that stupid. Give me the knife for a minute." Chelsea said.

"No, I'm not that stupid." Meg said, and Chelsea almost gave her some credibility for that.

"Do you want us to take you to Crowley or not?" Chelsea asked.

Chelsea and Meg stared off, and then Meg gave in, handing Ruby's demon-killing knife to the youngest Winchester.

Chelsea took it, examined it for a moment, and then turned to her left and shoved it into the chest of the demon that had threatened Dean earlier that day. Chelsea immediately held the knife up at demons moved toward her, stopping them.

"You saw him. He was more interested in killing us than getting the job done. I just did all of us a favor." Chelsea said, and Meg jerked her head, signaling to her crowd to back off. Chelsea nodded, and then handed the knife to Sam.

"Hey! You just gonna keep that?" Meg asked as Sam turned around, back toward the house.

"You took this from us. I'm taking it back. We leave in one hour." Sam said.

Meg looked at Chelsea, glaring, and then turned to Castiel, looking him up and down with nothing short of a seductive look before walking off.


"You know, Cas, you could help." Dean said as he packed up for the hunt.

"I'm ambivalent about what we're attempting." Castiel said.

"Well, breaking into monster Gitmo is not exactly a two-for-one in the champagne room."

"I'm not sure retrieving Sam's soul is wise." Cas rephrased. Chelsea and Dean paused, looking up.

"Wait, what? Why?" Dean asked.

"I want him to survive." Cas said.

"What are you talking about?" Chelsea asked, moving away from her duffel bag and toward her brother, who was moving toward the angel.

"Sam's soul has been locked in the cage with Michael and Lucifer for more than a year." Cas said, moving toward the two Winchesters. "And they have nothing to do but take their frustrations out on him. You understand? If we try to force that mutilated thing down Sam's gullet, we have no idea what will happen. It could be catastrophic."

"You mean he dies." Chelsea said.

"I mean, he doesn't. Paralysis. Insanity. Psychic pain so profound that he's locked inside himself for the rest of his life."

"But you're saying you don't know anything for sure. I mean, he could be fine." Dean said.

"He could be, yes."

"Okay then."

"But I sincerely doubt it."

Dean paused.

"Well, if he's not fine, then you fix him."

"Dean," Chelsea started.

"I wouldn't know where to begin." Cas took over for her.

"Then you figure it out, Cas. Come on. I mean, the guy's a frigging replicant. He needs his soul. Look, we get it back. And if there are complications, then we will figure out a way to deal with those, too."

"Of course." Cas sighed. Dean nodded, and then turned away, back to his duffel bag. Cas turned to look at the youngest Winchester, the human he was responsible for protecting. "Or we fail, and Sam suffers horrifically."


The Winchesters, Castiel, and Meg's demon posse stood outside of Crowley's monster prison, watching through a fence.

"Seems pretty quiet." Chelsea noted.

"It's not, I can feel it." Cas said. "Meet me at the side door."

Cas disappeared, and the three siblings shared a look.

The group met by the side door Castiel had instructed them to. Cas opened the door from the inside.

"This all seem a little too easy for you?" Dean asked the group.

"Way too easy." Sam agreed, and they entered the building anyways. The hallways of the prison were lined with cells, most of them filled with monsters. A djinn from the group that had attacked Dean at Lisa's house was in one of them.

"Is someone there? Please. Please help me. You gotta get me out of here. Please! You gotta get me out of here." Dean flashed the light on her. Sam put a hand on his shoulder.

"Come on, Dean. We gotta move." Sam said, and the group continued forward. They rounded a corner into a hallway that had actual lights.

"Wait." Cas said, his hand grasping Chelsea's wrist.

"What is it?" Dean asked, turning to look at Castiel, who stood between the Winchesters and Meg's demon posse.

Growling and barking could be heard from not a huge distance away.

"Damn it. Here come the guards." Meg said.

"Hellhounds." Dean said, sharing a look with Sam, who knew how much Dean hated them. "Go!" He shouted as they heard the hounds begin to close in.

The group took off toward the nearest set of doors. Two of the demon's from Meg's posse were grabbed, and ripped apart by the hellhounds as the Winchester's wedged the doors shut with a piece of wood, and laid down a salt line.

"I knew this was a trap." Dean said.

"What do you want, a cupcake?" Meg said sarcastically.

"Alright, that should keep them out." Sam said.

"Not for long. How many of them are there?" Dean asked the demon who could see them.

"Lots." Chelsea answered for Meg, peering out the window. "Too many."

Sam and Dean both looked at her, and then to Cas with a questioning look. Cas glanced from them to Chelsea, who was also looking at him confused.

Humans weren't supposed to be able to see Hellhounds.

Cas glanced at Meg and back to the Winchester siblings, hopefully indicating that they would talk about it in a moment when they were alone. Meg, oblivious to all the looks that had been passed around in the last couple of seconds, turned to Chelsea.

"You can see them?"

Chelsea glanced at Cas, then back to Meg, and swallowed, giving her a slight nod. Meg quirked an eyebrow suspiciously.

"Well, I'll be pulling for you…from Cleveland." Meg said.

"What?!" Dean asked, ridiculed.

"I didn't know this was gonna happen. Bright side: them chewing up my meatsuit ought to buy you a few seconds. Seacrest out." She said, and tried to vacate her host body.

Nothing happened. No flow of smoke, no vomiting, nothing.

Meg remained stuck inside the body.

"A spell, I think, from Crowley. Within these walls you're locked inside your body."

"Karma's a bitch, bitch." Chelsea said.

Sam pulled Ruby's knife from the back of his pants.

"What are you doing, gonna slash at thin air until you hit something?" Dean asked him. Sam held the knife up to Meg. Chelsea looked across at Castiel, who looked at her sadly, clearly catching on to what she was thinking.

"You can see them. Take this. Hold them off. It's our best shot." Sam said.

"At Crowley. Take it and go. You kill the smarmy dick. I'll hold off the dogs." Meg said.

"I'll go with you." Chelsea said to Meg.

"How you gonna do that?" Dean asked just in time for Chelsea to wrap an arm around Castiel's neck and kiss him. She pulled back with a sad smile, and Castiel locked eyes on hers. Castiel wrapped his arms around her and pushed her up against the wall, grasping her head and kissing her again, perhaps a touch to intimate to be surrounded by her brothers. Chelsea stood there, a bit in shock as Castiel pulled away from her.

"What was that?" Chelsea asked him. Cas glanced down.

"I learned that from the pizza man."

Chelsea snickered.

"Well, A plus for you." Meg said, looking between the two of them.

"Okay, we gotta go." Chelsea said, holding up Cas' angel blade.

"Whoa, whoa, is that gonna work on a hellhound?" Dean asked.

"Well, we're about to find out. Run." Chelsea said to her brothers, who took off with Cas.

Meg and Chelsea faced the shaking doors in time for the wood piece to break and the doors to fly open.


"Can't see jack." Dean said as they walked down a winding stairwell. A flash of blinding light lit up the room, and Castiel vanished with it. Samuel had his hand pressed against an angel-banishing sigil on the wall.

"Cas?!" Dean shouted, looking around wildly.

"Dean." Sam said, seeing Samuel. Dean pointed his light at Samuel.

"You sold us out?" Dean growled. Two demons grabbed Sam and Dean from behind. "Damn you, Samuel."

"Yes." Crowley said, appearing from behind the wall. "And I have to say, best purchase I've made since Dick Cheney."

"Hiya, Crowley. How's tricks?" Dean said.

"Above your pay grade. Been working. Big things. Alas, you'll be too dead to participate." Crowley said. "Where's your sister, anyway?"

"Screw you." Dean said.

"Shame I have to do away with you. Rather enjoyed your indentured servitude."


Chelsea stabbed the last hellhound, killing it, and then shared a look with Meg, both of them covered in black hellhound blood.

She went to walk the direction her brothers had gone, and was hit in the face and knocked to the floor by the demon possessing Christian Campbell.


Sam and Dean were thrown into two separate cells.

"Sam?!" Dean yelled.

"Yeah." Sam shouted back. Dean looked down, having just stepped in a puddle that hadn't come from any water source.

"I'm standing in pee."

Sam looked at whatever was in his cell, and decided to spare his brother.

"Consider yourself lucky."

"Yikes. That sucks." Dean replied.

The little window of Dean's cell door was opened by Samuel. Rage filled every bone in his body.

"You want forgiveness, find a priest." Dean said.

"I just want you to understand." Samuel said.

"Oh, I understand…that you're a liar. You talk about putting blood first, which is funny 'cause you sound just like my dad. The difference is, he actually did!"

"I am putting blood first."

"Oh, gimme a break!" Dean yelled.

"Mary's my blood! My daughter! Don't come at me like I sold you out, Dean. You sold out your own mother. It was her or Chelsea and Sam, and you chose them, plain and simple."

"Oh, that is such crap! You wanna know what really happened? You chose a demon over your own grandchildren!"

"See it how you want. I don't even know what Sam is. And you want me to protect him? And you? Chelsea? You're strangers." Dean started to say something, but Samuel cut him off. "No, really, tell me: what exactly are you supposed to be to me?"

Dean looked at Samuel, and set his jaw. His rage had cooled into icy hatred.

"I'll tell you who I am. I'm the guy you never wanna see again. 'Cause I'll make it out of here, trust me. And the next time you see me, I'll be there to kill you."

The two stared off for a long moment.

"Don't think there's gonna be a next time." Samuel said.

"Whatever gets you through the night." Dean said.

Samuel shut the small hatch in the door, and then the cell door opened to two demons.

They grabbed Dean, dragging him from the cell and down the corridor. Sam could hear him yelling from inside his own cell.


In another room, Christian had an half-naked Chelsea, and a completely naked Meg strapped down to two different tables.

Christian walked up between the two tables, rolling up his sleeves.

"So, Crowley wants to know… well, everything. Told me to carve out of you." He said, looking at Chelsea.

"Whatever makes you feel like a man." Meg said. Christian turned to her.

"Ha ha. You talk a mean game. But you're scared." Christian said, running the knife along her bare torso, covered only by a strap of leather holding her down.


Sam paced the length of his own cell, trying to come up with a plan quickly.

He squat down, an idea hitting him, and then bit into his own arm.


The demons pushed Dean into a room covered with blood and guts.

He walked a little farter in, discovering a half-eaten pile of guts on the floor.

The same two demons that brought him into the room brought in two ghouls.

"Enjoy." One of the demons said, shutting the doors behind themselves.

"Alright, alright. Shawshank's a great flick, but let's skip the shower scene, huh?" Dean said, cracking a joke in the face of his untimely death.

"Look, breakfast." One of the ghouls said.


Two demons entered Sam's cell to find him crouched in the furthest corner of the room.

"What did you do with my brother?" He asked immediately.

"Oh, you'll find out. You're about to join him." One of the demons said.

They moved to grab Sam, and got caught in the Devil's Trap Sam had painted on the ceiling, using the blood from the bite in his arm.

Quickly, he maneuvered around the demons and locked them inside the cell, and then took off down the hallway after his brother.

"Dean?!" Sam shouted.

"Let me go, son of a bitch!" Sam heard him shout.

"Dean!" Sam yelled again, pushing open a set of doors just in time, as Dean was on the ground with both ghouls trying to rip him apart. Sam grabbed a pipe from the wall and knocked the head off one of the ghouls, and the other one to the floor, before staking the ghoul with the pipe.


Chelsea stifled a gut-wrenching scream as Christian dragged the demon knife across her ribcage, leaving a wide gash in its wake.

He let up, turning to Meg in time to wipe off the blade and stick it in to her stomach far more aggressively than he was willing to do with Chelsea, who was a human and wouldn't last nearly as long if she was suffering the wounds Meg was.

"You know, you're sticking that thing in all the wrong places." Meg said, once again trying to pull Christian's attention away from Chelsea. Christian straightened up.

"Really? You sure were squealing."

"Knock yourself out. It's a host body. Some girl from Cheboygan, moved to LA to be an actress. It's probably not even the worst thing that ever happened to her." Meg said, and Christian smiled, before he wiped the blade again and turning to Chelsea.

Christian impaled the knife into the side of Chelsea's thigh, and she couldn't hold the scream that ripped from her lungs. Christian moved again, pulling the blade from her leg and criss-crossing her stomach with it. Chelsea closed her eyes, trying not to give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream again. She glanced up and over at Meg, only to see her oldest brother standing behind Christian.

Meg started to laugh, and Christian looked up.

"What are you laughing at?" He asked, just in time from Dean to grab the knife from his hand and shove it through his chest.

"Dean Winchester's behind you, meatsack." Meg said. Christian dropped to the ground, and Dean immediately worked to get Chelsea off the table. Dean, obviously realizing there was nothing covering her top half, unlatched the leather strap covering Chelsea's chest, and then turned away, handing Chelsea his jacket. The demon inside Christian hadn't bothered to strip Chelsea's lower half bare, unlike he had with Meg.

Chelsea put Dean's jacket on just as Sam entered the room.

"We should go." Sam said.

Dean turned back to his sister, who was pushing herself to her feet off the table, and nearly collapsed. Dean caught her, throwing one of her arms over his shoulder. He went to move out of the room, and stopped at Meg.

Dean passed Chelsea to their brother, who gripped her tightly in his arms, though not tight enough to hurt anymore than she already did, while Dean undid Meg's binds. At the entrance of the door, Dean took Chelsea back from Sam, supporting most of her weight in his shoulders.


Crowley was talking to the djinn Dean had first seen when they entered the prison when the fire alarm went off.

"Hold that thought." He told her, locking her cell back up and heading to the room where Meg and Chelsea should have been, and the fire alarm was located.

Crowley turned to find Dean standing against the wall.

"You should be ghoul scat by now." Crowley said, and Sam cracked him across the back of the head with a pipe. Crowley dropped to the floor on all fours, and Dean barely contained his chuckle. Dean pulled the demon knife from his flannel. The two Winchester siblings stood, blocking the door.

"Really necessary? I just had this dry-cleaned." Crowley said, getting back to his feet.

Crowley looked up to find himself in a devil's trap. "So, to what do I owe the reach-around?" Meg emerged from the doorway.

"Crowley." She greeted.

"Whore." He replied with a sarcastic smile.

"Okay, you know what." She clenched her fist in the air, and Crowley began to cough up blood. "The best torturers never get their hands dirty. Sam wants a word with you." She said, and released her fist, stopping Crowley's pain.

"What can I do for you, Sam?" Crowley asked.

"You know damn well. I want my soul back."

"And here I thought you just grew some balls, Sam." Meg said jokingly.

"Well?" Sam asked Crowley.

"No." He said.

"Meg?" Dean pushed, and she clenched her fist again, and Crowley keeled over.

"I can't." Crowley said, and Meg released him again.

"Can't or won't?" Sam pressed.

"I said 'can't'. I meant 'can't', you mop-headed lumberjack. I was lucky to get this much of you out. Going back in there for the sloppy bits? No way. I'm good, but those two in there? Forget it."

"How do I know you're not lying?"

"You don't. But it doesn't change anything. I'm telling you. Sam, why do you want the thing back? Satan's got one juicy source of entertainment in there. I'd swallow a rag off a bathhouse floor before I took that soul. Unless you want to be a drooling mess."

"Sam, I hate to say it, but he's right." Meg said, not turning to look at the Winchester brothers.

"Yeah, right. I get it. Thanks. He's all yours." Sam said.

"Whoa, what are you, crazy? He's our only hope." Dean said.

"Dean, you heard him. He can't get it. He's useless."

The two brothers shared a look, and then Dean handed Meg the demon knife. She moves toward Crowley.

"You'll let me back out, right?" She asked before stepping in the trap. The Winchester brothers nodded.

Meg entered the trap.

"This is for Lucifer, you pompous little –" Meg started, and Crowley grabbed the knife, twisting it and taking Meg down in an instant. He launched the knife into the ceiling, breaking the devil's trap. Then he moved toward Sam and Dean.

"That's better." Crowley said, and then threw the siblings onto either sides of the wall. Meg popped up, and Crowley recalled the demon knife into his hand, holding it toward Meg. "You don't know torture, you little insect."

With a flap of wings, Castiel appeared in the center of the room.

"Leave them alone." He said.

"Castiel, haven't seen you all season. You the cavalry now?"

"Put the knife down." Cas said.

"You that bossy in Heaven? Hear you're losing out to Raphael. The whole affair makes Vietnam look like a roller derby." Castiel unfolded the bag in his hands, and reached inside. "Hey, what's in the gift bag?" Crowley asked sarcastically.

Castiel pulled out a human skull.

"You are."

Crowley's faced dropped.

"Not possible."

"You didn't hide your bones as well as you should have." Cas said. Crowley clapped mockingly, tucking the knife under his arm.

"Cookie for you."

"Can you restore Sam's soul or not?" Cas asked. Crowley let the the two siblings off the wall.

"If I could help out in any other–"

"Answer him!" Dean shouted.

"I can't." Crowley said. Castiel lit the bag of Crowley's bones on fire. The Crowley standing in front of them lit up in flames, and then dropped into a pile of dust. Meg vanished a half second later.

"Well, she's smart, I'll give her that. I was gonna kill her, too." Dean turned to Cas. "Chelsea?" He asked. Castiel gave him a slight nod.

"Healed. In the backseat of your car, asleep."


"Thanks, Cas. Hadn't it been for you–" Dean started quietly, as they approached the Impala, where the youngest Winchester was recovering from multiple stab wounds.

"Crowley was right. It's not going well for me upstairs." Cas admitted.

"If there's anything we can do–" Dean started.

"There isn't." Cas cut him off. "I wish circumstances were different. Much of the time I'd rather be here."

"Look, Cas, we know you got a steaming pile on your plate. There's no need for apologies. We're your friends." Cas nodded.

"Listen, Sam, we'll find another way." Cas told him.

"You really wanna help? Prison full of monsters. Can't just leave 'em, can't let 'em go."

"I understand." Cas disappeared with a flap of the wings.

"He's right, you know?" Dean said.

"About?"

"About your soul. We'll figure something else out."

"No, we won't."

"Why, because Crowley said–" Dean started, getting frustrated.

"You heard what Crowley said. And I heard what Cas said. Putting this thing back in would smash me to bits."

"We don't know that for sure." Dean said. "Sam, Chelsea-" And Dean stopped short, remembering that they hadn't yet told Sam about Lucifer and Chelsea.

"You know what? When angels and demons agree on something, call me nuts, I pay attention." Sam went on anyways.

"You say this now? After we practically died trying to–"

"Exactly! We almost got ourselves killed. I mean, how many times do we risk our asses for this? Enough's enough." Sam said.

"Sam–"

"I don't think I want it back."

"You don't even know what you're saying." Dean said with a shake of his head.

"No, I'm saying something you don't like. You obviously care, a lot. But I think maybe I'm better off without it."

"You're wrong. You don't know how wrong you are."

"I'm not sure about that." Sam said, and then turned his back on Dean, walking away.

"Sam, don't walk away. Sam! Sam!"