"Saving some lives sounds good to me," Sam muttered, lifting an arm for another drink. This would probably be his last round. He was already a bit dizzy. Didn't need to swagger in trying to fight demons drunk. That'd go badly. "I'd feel better if they were all dead." If they didn't exist anymore. Monsters, the bad guys. Not ever going to happen. They'd all been there from the beginning of time. Dinosaurs might have managed to die out on the world, but Sam knew that the bad would never quite fade away. It was a shame.
"I'm not saying you should tell him," Sam said quickly. "Mostly, I'm concerned about the time when he does find out about it all. That's not gonna go well and you know it. How are you going to handle that? What are you going to do when Castiel asks you to step down?"