"Dean should still be here," He said, fighting against the anger so hard. It wanted to consume him, make him lash out again. The dull ache in his hand was the only reminder that lashing out right then wasn't the best idea. "I'm the one who shouldn't be here. My brother's in hell, Deena. He's not just dead like your parents. He's in hell being tortured." Fuck, his voice cracked. He didn't want to do this right now.
"You know how hell's supposed to suck? Try to imagine it for somebody who sent a lot of those demons back there."
Since Deena was no longer gripping his shirt, Sam took the opportunity to walk around her so that his back would be to her. It wasn't like he'd never cried before, and it wasn't like he was really crying right then--even if his eyes were watering up and threatening to change that right then and there. It was just that of all the people on his list allowed to see him like that, Deena wasn't one of them. In fact, Bobby had only recently even made that list.