Feeling a little nostalgic for the days when Dean would do anything to save Sam.
There are a lot of decisions a man has to make in his life, but whether or not to bury his brother should never be one of them. But that yellow eyed son of a bitch, that sick twisted fuck... you just don't see it, Sammy. How could you? You've been laying in that bed, you haven't moved, since I carried you here. Bobby doesn't understand it, either. He keeps saying, "You'll have to handle this eventually, Dean. You can't wait around forever." But I won't wait around forever. I will handle this. You just have to wake up first. You just have to open your eyes and reach out your hand and say my name. Then, and only then, will I be okay.
I've been sitting beside you for hours, sipping whiskey straight from the bottle, waiting. My stomach went sour countless drinks ago, but whether it's from the alcohol or the faint scent of decay, I can't tell. All I know is that I can't leave this chair, I can't put this bottle down, until either you wake up or I join you wherever you've gone.
Bobby returns with a bucket of fried chicken and the smell makes me nauseous. You would never have eaten it, no matter how damn hungry you were. He says I need to eat, that it's been three days, but I can barely hold my liquor right now. How am I supposed to eat? I hardly hear what he says next, but he brings up Dad. He brings up the job. Doesn't he know that none of that matters anymore? You won't wake up, Sammy. You won't wake up and that's what matters. I get up, I leave your side, just long enough to stare him in the eyes as I'm screaming at him. When he finally leaves I'm right back in that chair, right back to letting Jack destroy my liver. If Dad had been here, he'd know what to do to fix this. We both know what he would have done, don't we, Sammy? He did it for me, and it's no secret that he always loved you best.
I don't want to leave, but I have to. There's something I have to do. But when I come back... when I come back, you'll wake up. You'll open your eyes and reach out your hand and say my name. And then I'll be okay.