Sam screamed again. "I'LL KILL YOU, I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" He couldn't take it, it was too much. Crawling away from Peter, Sam shoved himself to his feet and staggered over to one of the nearby graves. He slumped down against it and began to tear at his hair, screaming and slamming his fists against the marble.
He had to get it out. He had to find a way before it killed him.
Sam stood up and tore his shirt open, revealing the scars that were buried all over his flesh from when Azazel had tortured him into insanity, and began to claw at his flesh, trying to tear through the portion of his skin that covered his heart.