"I should have been strong enough from the start!" Sam did not look happy. Not at all. "All those people died because of that fucking vampire, I couldn't stop her, I couldn't even kill her, and you're telling me that everything is going to get better?" He ran a shaking hand through his hair, keeping the other one in place, but only just, at her arm. "I couldn't even keep you here, how in the hell am I supposed to be this...whatever. Whatever it is that we're doing, I can't do it. I'm trying to be something important, something that'll make a difference, and it's obvious that all this...I mean, did you see me? I wasn't right when I got here."
Sam looked out at the flask. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.
"I don't think I wanna do this anymore," he said quietly, "it's screwing me up. I could have done more if I wasn't so screwed up." His research had been off. His accuracy on hunts had been a joke. Sam had barely been able to function and it was all because he needed her blood so badly. Sam didn't want that at all.