No, you didn't sound-- it's fine. Trust me, the last thing on my mind is getting upset over what you say or what it sounds like.
I'll feel worse if I see you, Sam. And I know that sounds... probably worse than I really mean it to, but I'm afraid of the path you're heading down. I don't know where it leads, but it isn't anywhere good, even if you do save the world in the end. I know you'll do everything you can. But I don't want you to turn out the same way I did. I've had your best interests at heart this whole time, you know, at least as much as I can, being a demon and all. But most of all, I'm afraid that whenever this gets to the bad part, you'll blame me for it. I know Dean will.
One or both of you will kill me, and I don't want to die, Sam. That's what got me into this whole mess in the first place. I was so afraid of dying that I was willing to sell my soul for the power to keep me alive, willing to do horrible things in hell to get back out. I don't want to die, but I don't want to turn back into a demon, either. Will all of this just... vanish? The guilt will, I'm sure, and it feels so awful that I'd give anything for it to stop, but I'm afraid of what I'll do without it. I don't know what to do, except just wait until it's midnight again and the magic wears off, and see what happens.