Claire was right. He didn't want anything to eat. "No, I'm not hungry," Sam responded. The tone of his voice was rather dull. Sam sounded a lot like someone who had gone through a long, tiring experience. One that ripped something important away from him in the process. His hope; it was practically nonexistent at this point. Sam had been entirely convinced that keeping the alternate version of Faith alive was the only way to get the other one back. Now that she was dead, how were they supposed to make the trade?
His head hung lower at the thought.
"Tell me why I didn't stop it," Sam told Dean, lifting the bottle for a drink. "I could have stopped it from happening, but..." He swallowed hard and shook his head. "I didn't."