Who: AU!Sam and Faith. What: He's having another case of the crazies. When: Evening. Where: Sunspot hotel. Rating: Kinda depends on how it all goes.
He didn't understand. The world had changed again, and he didn't know how to determine what had actually happened. First the apocalypse and then normality all over again. Had he been stopped? No, Sam reminded himself, no, it already happened. I remember. What he remembered was small. It came in tiny bits and pieces, depending on how often and long he managed to fight back against the other him, the one that wanted to kill and destroy and mock the entire world for the pain in which he inflicted upon it. But now he couldn't remember how he had managed to take his reigns in this version of Los Angeles. There were people here. People who weren't terrified of him and who barely even paid him any attention at all. People who could smile and be happy and just live the lives that they were supposed to. The lives that he wanted for them to live in the first place.
There was something seriously wrong going on here. He didn't know what it was. The only thing he was certain of was the fact that he could no longer bear to wake up week after month without knowing where he had been or what he had done. It wasn't right. Especially when he knew that what he was doing was nothing short of wrong.
So he had asked for the people to come to him. To finish him before he could return the favor. And after he finally got someone to agree to it, Sam dropped back onto his hotel bed and let hiss head hang, mind barely registering anything else except for the idea that, maybe, this would all be over soon. This had to be it. This was the end. At least it was for Sam Winchester.