Sam groaned. "I don't want it to be. He's my brother, and I get keeping stuff to yourself, but he shouldn't have to shoulder all that damn weight on his own. It's too heavy. He can't take it." Sam was right too. He knew that he was. Dean had gone through too much and if he didn't find a way to make it better, then his big brother was never going to be right again. The only thing he could think of to remedy their problems thus far was Lilith, and she was so far out of reach at the moment that Sam couldn't help but become frustrated with it all every now and again. Tonight he was doing relatively better with it, but that was probably only because he had gotten his blood fix. It made him more optimistic about his ability to crush her into a pulp. Just a tiny bit.
"And you know, if I don't help him, no one else will, and it's what he - uhhh." Naked. She was getting naked. Sam had absolutely no control over himself as his gaze drooped down, focusing, rather obviously, on her chest. "Um."
What had they been talking about again?
Sam swallowed hard. Oh God. "It's what he needs." What who needed with what? Sam knew what he needed, and it had very little to do with conversation based on his brother and Hell related things.
"You...really think that it's better? For my cover, I mean." Screw his cover. Who cared about that?