"Painful. But I think that if I died, I shouldn't be here. I should have stayed dead. And no one should have been allowed to trade their life for mine." His expression darkened at that. Dean selling his soul for him. Going to hell. If only Dean had known what Sam had done in return to get him back. Going straight to the devil himself...
He gave her an off sort of look. "A...what?" Honestly, where in the hell did these names come from?
...speaking of names. "Do you really have to call me that?" Sam asked, frowning. "I mean, there are only a few people who can...and...well, yeah."