Friends. Yeah, Sam had to admit that he sometimes struggled with the concept. He had plenty of friends before back when he went to Stanford, but ever since then things had been kind of limited. Then a year ago all these people started showing up and Sam had found that plenty of them had a lot of things in common. It certainly made for Sam finding friendship in places that he never believed that he ever would have before. Sam smiled lightly at her words, forcing one on for the first time since he had taken Lilith down and released Lucifer from the pit. "Thanks, Martha. I still owe you one, friends or not."
it will always be your fault, but there is a difference between accepting the fault and actively blaming yourself. That wasn't the first time that Sam had heard those words from someone before since this had happened. It was difficult to do much else than loathe himself for his failure, but deep down he knew that it was the way to go. The only thing that was truly stopping him was the knowledge of how impossible their odds were. This wasn't like him training himself up to get to Lilith. Lucifer was a much bigger and badder person to stand up against; there was no way that he was going to be able to tackle something that powerful alone, nor would he be able to do so with any of the resources that he now had. How did one kill an archangel? How did one kill Lucifer? It seemed that killing him was the only logical choice. What else could they have done? Sam gripped at the back of his neck and looked down at the carpeting on the floor. It was an ugly brown color, which fit in quite well with all the other ugly decor that consumed the room. Sam sure did know how to pick 'em.
"I know. I gotta keep fighting. I just don't know how at this point." Sam lifted his chin and looked across at her. "Why do you keep referencing watches?"