"I don't blame Dad for it," he explained, "and I wouldn't blame Dean for it if he had been shoved into that situation too. But it's still - do you know how hard it must've been for them to just step down like that? To let some demons boss them around and force them into doing everything that they stood against? My Dad and Dean, they're not like other people. They spend half their time saving people. Having to do just the opposite. That was the torture. It had to have been."
Saving people, hunting things. The family business. That was the way that it was supposed to be. Not the other way around, with demons forcing them to do whatever they wanted to just for the sake of their own amusement. It sickened him; more than he wanted to admit. Looking a little paler than usual, he slowly sat upright and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. "It bothers me. Dad doesn't want to talk about it, Dean sure as hell won't and I don't want to see them walk around with that all lost inside of them."