Sam... [Chuck exhaled deeply, toying with his glasses.] I don't think he wants you to.
It might be better... [Chuck paused, thinking about the proposition. Would it help? He wasn't sure. He was a writer, not a psychologist, but Sam and Dean's lives tended to follow a pattern, so if he were the one controling the story, it certainly seemed like the logical step; following the rules of the universe that dictated everything.] It might help him to let him take care of you.