Sam had a feeling that the puppy dog eyes wouldn't do much good in this situation. He really didn't want to go first because although he knew they had to air their grievances and clear out all the crap, he had no idea where to begin. How far were they supposed to go? When did everything start to go wrong? What were they supposed to dig up and what were they supposed to leave buried?
"It's just... we seem to fall into this vicious cycle. Something goes wrong, we fix it, we carry on. And I can't just brush this stuff off any more, Dean. I'm tired. And I wake up every day and I think what the hell am I doing? Why does it always have to be us that cleans up everyone else's mess? There are other hunters out there. Why can't it be their turn to save the world for once?"